“My mission to Colombia to rescue American hostages gave me a new chance at life, leading me to a life of eternal servitude. I remember fighting for 12 hours without rest that day, exhausted to the point of fainting. The people I went to rescue had to help me return safely after I completed my mission perfectly. That was the beginning of my entry into the security union, said to be the most powerful in today’s world. I can't explain much today, but I’ve decided to share these few details so that if I die before fulfilling my missions, at least a few of my family members will know a bit about my life.”
"In six months, if God continues to grant me life, I will return to my beloved country. However, at that time, I will have only a ten percent chance of arriving alive. There is a ninety percent chance I will arrive dead or as a corpse, perhaps only to be buried and not to help my country or the unity of my world and my comrades. If I die, I will have died for my country. If I arrive there alive, I will be a significant part of my country's recovery and its new hope for safety. However, that will also mark the beginning of a WORLD OF BAD PEOPLE revealing themselves, meaning the world will come to know us, the FIVE POISONED SERIAL KILLERS. God bless my country, Amen."
In the United States, a man known as X in the TOXIC group was in a room, recording himself on a small memory card inserted into his phone, which had no SIM card or anything else. He was very secretive about it. He finished, removed the memory card, and held it in his hand, staring at it for a long time. He then found a small plastic case and wrapped the card inside it. After that, he took a knife and pierced his shoulder, placing the memory card into the wound. He poured a liquid resembling spirit onto the wound, screaming in pain as the wound began to close forcibly. The pain was indescribable; he cried like a child before the wound finally closed, leaving him unconscious.
His intention was that if he died, at least a few people would know the truth about his life. Some might be his relatives, though he could barely remember them, recalling only a few things that remained in his memory. This was Edmund Mshiko, also known as Craig Monero, but we know him as X.
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IGP Lusubilo, after leaving his brother, the CDF, that night following their argument filled with grudges, was driving very fast to reach the location where he was told to reveal the true identity of Jason to ensure his child's safety. He knew that if he went against what he was told to do, there was a high chance he would find his daughter's corpse, humiliated by muscular men, as shown in the video sent to him.
At midnight, he was passing through on his way to where he was supposed to reach the forest reserve, one of top tourist attractions. While speeding through, he noticed a large motorcycle alongside his car but didn’t worry much, assuming it was someone from the area he was heading to. He kept increasing his speed, driven by the love for his daughter.
After about ten minutes, he reached a place with a lot of trees along the road, making it difficult to park the car freely. There was a secondary school nearby. In the middle of the road stood a man dressed in military uniform. The IGP hit the brakes hard, stopping right in front of the man, who showed no fear or reaction. Lusubilo pulled over, turned off the car, and got out.
The young man who had come to meet him extended his hand, asking for the car keys. Without hesitation, Lusubilo handed over the keys, then turned to check if the motorcycle was still there. He saw it parked by the roadside.
“Follow me,” the young man instructed, leading the way through a narrow path surrounded by trees.
They walked for about fifteen minutes until they reached a small but very modern house. Inside, he was led to a room that had everything, where a young man was seated on a couch. The IGP, upon seeing the young man, shook his head in disappointment rather than surprise at what was happening.
“Good evening, sir,” the young man greeted respectfully.
“Do you even have a single child at your age?” IGP Lusubilo asked the young man as he unbuttoned his coat and sat on a nearby sofa.
“My greeting has nothing to do with giving you respect as an elder. When we, the youth, greet you, you think we are trying to curry favor, but if we pass without greeting, you quickly say we are arrogant and disrespectful. I think you elders have lost your way, if not your sanity. How does the topic of children come into this?” the young man responded boldly, crossing his legs in a bossy manner.
“When I was your age, if you had answered me like that, you would be dead by now. Even your leader knows that. Now that I am getting old, it’s the time when incompetent youths like you are being integrated into the country’s systems, which greatly disappoints me. If the CDF were not my brother, for the stupidity of giving a fool like you a position, I would have killed him too,” IGP Lusubilo spoke confidently, which greatly irritated the young man, who felt disrespected.
One of the young man’s aides, signaled by him, leapt to kick IGP Lusubilo in the chest to discipline him. However, Lusubilo pulled back strongly, causing the young man to land on the ground and slide. As he prepared to get up, Lusubilo struck him with a slap that tore his ear as if a razor had cut through it. Even the young man’s cheek bore the imprint of fingers with blood streaks. The young man could hear nothing, his ear feeling like drums were being beaten inside it due to the excruciating pain.
"Perhaps you don't even know what you're doing, young man. You were born when I already had a child who had finished breastfeeding. Now you want to act superior while you know you have one of my children in your hands? I can kill you and your people here within six minutes, but I came peacefully because I want to leave with my daughter safely. If you haven't lived well with humans to know them, ensure you start by studying their shadows to understand where their steps begin and end. Otherwise, you might blindly follow a shadow, forgetting that the sun shifts the position of shadows, and find yourself reaping without sowing, which will bring great harm to your life, especially at your young age,” IGP's words made the young man gulp and sit up respectfully.
Perhaps he thought he was dealing with an ordinary person, but that was not true, as his intuition had misled him. He was facing a man who appeared to be very intimidating.
“Your name is Mosses. You were born twenty-six years ago in Tabex, where your parents moved a farmers. Currently, you are a colonel in the army, one of the young men fortunate to hold such positions, which I know you only have six months left to enjoy. In the future, you will wish to leave it for your freedom and life, but it won’t be possible. Even those deceiving you now won't be able to protect you or themselves. I asked if you have a child for two main reasons.“ Then continued,
“ First, if you were a parent and had a child, you would understand the pain when an ordinary person who doesn’t know how you got that child and the struggles you went through to raise them takes your child casually and starts dictating to you about your child, whom you deeply care about and might even be willing to sacrifice your life for. But the second reason is that I pity you; at your age, if you don’t have a child and continue doing these things, you will die without even a blood relative to mourn for you or leave any memory in this world. Now, tell me why you called me here,” the elder man spoke in a very dry voice.
The young man he was speaking to was an army colonel, a very young man but holding a high position. According to his explanation, the young man was being used by the head of the army without knowing the consequences of his actions.