A Digital Cinematic Experience by Sodha Iqbal Kasam

Author: Creator of 88 books and UPSC Educator Sodha Iqbal Kasam

After the massive success of the first part—now directly on your screen!

This is not just a book, but a digital cinema. This e-book has been written in such a way that while reading, scenes will play out like a movie right before your eyes. This story was not launched in any cinema hall; it has been specially crafted for you as a Unique Digital E-Book.

The Terror of the Story:

The world thought the 'Diesel Demons' were finished, but beneath the ashes, the fire of revenge was still alive. Iqbal, Sadik, and Noora—these three super-villains are no longer human, but have become pure revenge, forged and emerging from the fire.

Special Features of this E-Book:

Unique Format: While reading this, you will get a theater-like thrill and visual experience.

Three Super-Villains: Iqbal’s cunning mind, Sadik’s gigantic beast-like strength, and Noora’s terrifying aim.

Dark Revenge: A story where it is not the hero, but the villains who rule.

"The ashes are still hot... and the devils have returned."

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Return from the Ashes

The soil of the field was still black, and the smoke rising from there was filled with the stench of burning human flesh.

The government had announced that the 'Diesel Demons' were eliminated, and there was a celebration in the area.

But beneath that scorched earth, the secret lid of an old iron chamber moved slowly.

From beneath the heap of debris, a hand emerged, its skin completely burnt.

Iqbal’s eyes snapped open, now filled with an even more terrifying, blood-red hue than before.

He drew the ash-laden air into his lungs and choked back a painful scream deep within himself.

Right next to him lay Sadik’s massive body, looking like a half-burnt corpse, yet his heartbeat continued.

Noora lay in a corner, touching the remains of his broken slingshot with his trembling fingers.

To the world, they were dead, but the womb of the Iron Corridor had given them birth once again.

They were no longer human; they had become pure revenge, forged and emerging from the fire.

Black Rebirth

Crawling along, Iqbal picked up an old diesel can and poured it over his wounds.

The burning sensation of that oil made him feel alive, and electricity surged through his veins once again.

"We have to stand up again," his voice was now raspy and sounded like an old machine.

Sadik pushed the debris away, his strength now doubled, like that of a wounded lion.

Noora tied a bandage over his eyes because the sight in one of his eyes had been lost in that blast.

They covered their burnt faces with grease and soot so that their identity would be completely wiped out.

Outside, vehicles were patrolling, soldiers were celebrating their victory and smoking cigarettes.

The brothers held each other's hands and descended into the abyss of the Corridor through the dark tunnels.

Now their motive was not just money or oil, but to obliterate every single person who had tried to burn them.

This heap of ashes was now going to become the foundation of a new and far more brutal empire.

The Sound of Shadows

Sitting in the tall buildings of the city, the ministers felt that they could now sleep in peace.

But in the old factories of the industrial belt, machines had started running on their own.

A soldier who was guarding that burnt field suddenly heard Noora's familiar whistle.

He turned, but there was only a heap of scrap metal and glass dust floating in the air.

Just then, a sharp stone emerged from the shadow, piercing straight through his helmet and coming out the other side.

Without making any sound, that soldier collapsed right there, and Sadik dragged his corpse into the darkness.

This was the first offering that those dead brothers gave to this new world.

Iqbal took out a matchbox from that soldier's uniform and lit an old torch.

"The game has just begun," he said very softly, looking into the darkness.

In the light of that torch, the faces of the three brothers looked like masks from a horror movie.

The First Drop of Revenge

In the morning, when the new detachment of security forces arrived there, they found no trace of their comrade.

There lay only an empty diesel bottle, which was filled with that soldier's blood.

Silence spread across the entire camp; the glow of victory on the soldiers' faces was now turning into sheer terror.

On the other side, the server of the city's most secure bank was suddenly hacked, and funds worth millions disappeared.

Iqbal, with his burnt fingers, had given that final command on the keyboard that would revive their empire.

Sadik began sharpening his old axe again, the sound of which echoed against the walls.

Noora prepared new and even more lethal shards of glass, which would now target the heart directly.

They knew they were still weak, so they were going to strike while remaining in the shadows.

Every wall of the Corridor was now screaming out loud that the demons are still alive.

The hero did not even have an inkling that the fire he thought he had extinguished had now turned into a volcano.

The New Address of Hell

The brothers had made their new hideout in an old underground rubber factory where light never reached.

The air here had a strange, heavy, and foul smell of burning tires and human sweat.

Iqbal spread the city map on the table and marked the hideouts of those 100 mercenaries.

"One by one," Iqbal said, "we will take them to a place where even death will be afraid of them."

Sadik punched the wall, leaving a deep dent in the iron sheet.

Noora was checking the new string of his slingshot, the rustling sound of which was like the hissing of a snake.

Outside, lightning crackled in the sky, as if nature itself was becoming a witness to the return of these devils.

For the first time, the hero felt an unknown danger in his sleep and woke up drenched in sweat.

He did not know that his greatest victory was about to turn into his greatest destruction.

Iqbal drew a big cross on the map and crushed a burning bidi right over it.

Hunting from the Shadows

It was two o'clock in the night, and a platoon of mercenaries was patrolling in a jeep.

They thought that the ashes of the 'Diesel Demons' had now grown cold and the danger had passed.

Suddenly, a glass bottle shattered right in the middle of the road, and blue smoke spread all around.

This was Iqbal’s new invention—a petrol bomb that suffocated without even catching fire.

The driver coughed, and darkness began to cloud his eyes; the vehicle went out of control.

Just then, a shadow emerged from the darkness and ripped open the door of the moving vehicle with its brute strength.

Iqbal looked at the soldiers sitting inside, a cruel smile playing on his burnt face.

He showed a tiny spark, and the entire jeep was engulfed in blue flames.

Before the screams could even escape, Iqbal turned away from there, as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, only burning iron and the stench of melting human bodies remained.

One Eye of Noora

Noora was now seeing with only one eye, but his aim had become far more lethal than before.

Sitting atop a high chimney, he was feeling the new string of his slingshot.

Down below in the camp, a commando was lighting a cigarette, the veins on his neck clearly visible.

Noora held his breath and fitted a jagged shard of glass into the leather of the slingshot.

The moment he released it, a very fine, whooshing sound cut through the air, followed by silence.

That shard of glass went straight through the commando's palate and pierced through his brain.

The remaining soldiers couldn't even understand where the attack came from; they began firing blindly in all directions.

Noora blew another whistle in the darkness, which sounded like the terrifying call of a predatory bird.

He slid down the chimney like a shadow and vanished with the speed of lightning.

In the camp now, there were not just corpses, but a scene of such terror that it wouldn't let anyone sleep.

Sadik's Rampage

On a deserted highway, a truck loaded with weapons was speeding towards the base camp.

Sadik stood right in the middle of the road like a boulder, without any weapon in his hand.

The driver switched on the truck's headlights and honked the horn, but that colossal man did not budge.

As the truck drew close, Sadik used all his might to grab the truck's front bumper.

The screeching sound of the grinding tires and the scream of the engine shattered the silence of the entire forest.

The boiling blood in Sadik's veins was giving him the immense power of a demon.

He tilted the truck to one side and flipped it into the ditch like a toy.

After the blast, when the truck's guards were trying to crawl out, Sadik stood right there.

In his hands now was a heavy stone, with which he settled the score with the guardians of the law.

He did not set the truck on fire; he simply loaded all the weapons onto his back and vanished into the forest.

The Message of Death

The hero was sleeping in his fortress-like secure bedroom, with a hundred commandos guarding outside.

Suddenly, he felt something wet under his pillow and sat up with a start.

When he turned on the light, he saw that his entire bed was drenched in black diesel and fresh blood.

A piece of a torn uniform lay there, which bore 'Iqbal's' mark.

Despite such heavy security, someone had reached his room and touched him before leaving; his soul shuddered at the thought.

A message was written with grease on the window pane: "The ashes are still hot."

He immediately summoned his commanders, but their faces held nothing but the paleness of death.

The arrival of these 'Demons' in the most secure area of the city had stolen the government's sleep.

The hero understood that the people he thought he had killed had now returned as phantoms.

He took his gun in his hand, but his fingers were trembling out of fear for the very first time.

A New Wave of Terror

The next morning, a strange silence hung over the entire industrial belt.

The laborers refused to go to work because 'THREE' was written in red on every wall.

The markets were shut, and police vehicles no longer dared to venture out alone.

Iqbal, Noora, and Sadik had cut off the city's supplies and power lines.

The city, plunged into darkness, had now become the new hunting ground for those three brothers.

From every corner, sometimes Sadik's laughter, and sometimes Noora's whistle could be heard.

The government prepared to impose martial law, but they did not know that the law was now operating from beneath the ground.

Iqbal triggered a massive blast in his new lab, which turned the entire sky black.

This was a signal that they would no longer cause destruction in hiding, but openly and defiantly.

There was only one question in the eyes of thousands of people—do devils ever truly die?

In the sewer pipes laid beneath the city, Iqbal had poured a strange green liquid.

This liquid, upon mixing with the gases of the gutter, transformed into a suffocating fog.

From the lids of the manholes on the streets, this toxic smoke slowly began to seep out.

Whichever soldier came into contact with this smoke, his lungs would begin to burn like fire.

The detachment deployed at the city’s main crossroads suddenly clutched their throats and collapsed onto the ground.

Iqbal stood atop an old water tank up above, watching this spectacle.

He wore an old gas mask on his face, which made him look like an alien.

"Now, a tax will be levied on the air as well," he said softly in his raspy voice.

Without firing a single bullet, he brought the security system of half the city to its knees.

Amidst the darkness and smoke, now only the sound of Iqbal’s heavy breathing could be heard.

Noora's Invisible Run

Noora was leaping from one roof to another on the dilapidated rooftops of the city like a shadow.

Down in the alley, five special commandos were flashing their torches in an attempt to corner him.

But Noora’s speed was such that the light of the torches was left behind even before it could reach him.

Leaping through the air, he released three stones simultaneously from his slingshot.

All three stones went in different directions and pierced right through the helmets of three soldiers.

The remaining two soldiers began to run frantically, but escaping from Noora’s trap was impossible.

He stretched a thin wire across the air and blocked the path of those fleeing soldiers.

Without stopping, he reached close to them with the speed of lightning and bared his razor-sharp edge.

In the blink of an eye, the alley became quiet again, as if no one had ever come there.

Noora wiped his one eye and moved again towards the tall towers of the city.

Sadik's New Weapon

Sadik had stolen a massive and ten-foot-long iron chain from an old shipyard.

He had welded a sharp industrial hook onto one end of that chain to join it.

When he swung this chain in the air, the sound emanating from it was like a storm.

Sadik arrived near an armored vehicle standing at a checkpoint with this 'chain of death' of his.

He swung the chain with all his might and embedded the hook straight into the engine compartment of the vehicle.

Displaying his inhuman strength, he dragged the entire vehicle towards himself.

The soldiers sitting inside the vehicle could not comprehend whether a machine was pulling them or a monster.

With the second strike of the chain, Sadik ripped open the roof of the vehicle like a piece of paper.

Every piece of iron present there had now become a lethal weapon in Sadik’s hand.

He placed the blood-soaked chain on his shoulder and walked back into the darkness with heavy steps.

The Hero's First Mistake

Driven mad with rage, the hero raided an old warehouse with his finest team.

He had received information that the three brothers were hiding there, but this was a trap woven by Iqbal.

The moment the hero reached inside the warehouse, the heavy steel doors locked automatically.

From the loudspeakers installed above, Iqbal’s terrifying and cold laughter began to echo, tearing at the ears.

Suddenly, from all sides, crude oil began to cascade from the walls like waterfalls.

The hero drew his gun, but he saw no human there to kill.

The oil on the floor became so deep that it became difficult for the soldiers even to stand.

Just then, a spark fell from above and, in no time, the entire warehouse turned into a well of fire.

The hero managed to get out through a small vent to save his life, but he lost ten of his finest comrades.

The moment he stepped outside, he realized that for the first time, he had conceded defeat before these monsters.

Alliance of Blood

Iqbal summoned those old thugs of the city whom he had previously left to be killed.

Around a table in a dark basement sat those trembling criminals who once used to rule the city.

Sadik stood behind them with his heavy chain, his shadow on the wall looking like the God of Death.

"I am giving you one chance," Iqbal said, spreading the map on the table with his burnt fingers.

"Either die for me, or die by my hands right this very moment—the choice is yours."

Those criminals had seen that hell in the eyes of the brothers from which they themselves had escaped.

Out of fear, all of them bowed their heads and agreed to work on Iqbal’s terms.

Now Iqbal possessed not only his own strength, but his informants had spread into every alley of the city.

He prepared a dirty and old agreement paper and placed his blood-stained thumbprint on it.

This alliance had raised an army against the government that had no end.

Black Diwali

On the main power grid of the city, Iqbal had fitted a liquid bomb that melted copper.

At midnight, when the entire city was fast asleep, a dim blue blast occurred and everything came to a halt.

This metropolis with a population of millions plunged into a deep and terrifying darkness like the underworld in a mere moment.

From the ventilators of the hospitals to the security alarms, everything fell silent at once.

Iqbal stood on a high chimney amidst the darkness, enjoying the extinguishing lights of the city.

"Darkness is our true attire," he muttered in his raspy voice.

The communication equipment of the police and the army had stopped working, causing a stampede among them.

People were peeping out from the windows of their houses, but they could see only black shadows.

Iqbal waved his hand, giving a silent signal to Noora and Sadik to begin their hunt.

That night was going to be recorded in the history of the city by the name of 'Black Diwali', where not lamps, but houses were going to burn.

Noora's Shadow

Taking advantage of the darkness, Noora chose the highest and most secure window of the Police Commissioner’s office.

The laser sensors installed there lay lifeless due to the absence of electricity, which were like an open invitation to Noora.

Crawling on the wall like a lizard, he entered straight inside the Commissioner’s cabin.

The Commissioner was searching for his revolver in the light of a torch, just when he heard a cold whistle.

Noora removed the bandage from his one eye; in the depths of his eyes, the silence of death was dancing.

He did not draw his slingshot, but instead drove a shard of glass held between his fingers into the Commissioner’s table.

"The color of your uniform will now be black with the soot of our diesel," Noora whispered.

Before the Commissioner could scream, Noora snatched his phone and wireless set with the speed of lightning.

He had not come to kill him; he had come to tell him that their security is now merely an illusion.

Noora vanished just like a shadow, leaving behind an icy terror frozen on the Commissioner’s face.

Sadik's Hunger

Amidst the severe shortage of provisions and food, Sadik raided the largest warehouse of government grain.

The security personnel deployed there fired at Sadik with heavy machine guns, but he did not budge an inch.

He swung his chain like a whip and demolished the concrete wall standing in front of him.

The screams of the soldiers buried under the debris sounded like the sweet melody of music to Sadik.

He lifted the sacks of grain with his single hand as if they were flakes of cotton and began throwing them outside.

When a commando tried to strike at his leg, Sadik ensnared his neck with the hook of his chain.

In Sadik’s eyes, there was an inhuman hunger—a hunger for power and a mania to crush his enemies.

He took control of the grain trucks and handed them over to those thugs of the city who were now their slaves.

The government’s storehouse had now become the fiefdom of these 'Diesel Demons', which was the new symbol of their authority.

Sadik made a print of his blood-stained hand on the door of the warehouse and emerged victorious from there.

The Radio of Terror

Iqbal took over the old radio tower of the city and started his broadcast on an illegal frequency.

Across the radio sets and car stereos of the entire city, Iqbal’s harsh and terrifying voice suddenly echoed.

"Greetings citizens, the prey for tonight is 'Major Khanna'," Iqbal announced with great composure.

This was not a threat; it was a death sentence that was being pronounced before the entire world.

Major Khanna, who was the closest soldier to the hero, began to shiver violently even amidst his security.

Over the radio, Iqbal played the sound of those old machines running that crush human bones.

The people of the city were blocking their ears, but that voice kept penetrating deep inside their minds.

He revealed how he had already altered the brakes and fuel tank of Major Khanna’s vehicle.

Exactly ten minutes later, a loud blast occurred in the middle of the city, and Iqbal’s laughter echoed over the radio.

Every night now, a new name was going to be taken, and this radio of death was never going to stop.

The Hero's Suicide Mission

The grief of losing his own people and the radio of terror had completely broken the dam of the hero’s restraint.

He rejected the orders of his superiors and set out alone towards the main base of the brothers, that old rubber factory.

In his hand was only a specially crafted axe, and in his chest burned the raging fire of revenge.

The moment he stepped inside the dilapidated gate of the factory, the heavy smell of burning tires in the air welcomed him.

Inside, from all directions, the shadows of Iqbal, Noora, and Sadik felt as if they were dancing, as if they were mocking him.

"You have walked up to your own pyre yourself," came Iqbal’s voice from the darkness, echoing from all four directions.

The hero struck his axe onto the ground, causing sparks to fly, and the silence became heavy once again.

He knew that this was a suicide mission, but he wanted to burn these monsters to ashes once more.

Just then, Noora’s whistle blew from the ceiling and the rustling of Sadik’s chain was heard crawling on the ground.

A line of diesel had now been drawn all around the hero, and Iqbal stood in front, holding a burning torch in his hand.

The silence inside the factory was now ready to swallow the hero like a hungry predator.

Iqbal, Noora, and Sadik had surrounded him from three different directions, forming a sort of triangle.

The hero gripped his axe firmly, but the beads of sweat on his forehead were mixing with the diesel.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound from Noora’s slingshot came from above, and a shard of glass pierced through the hero's shoulder.

At that very moment, Sadik’s heavy chain crawled across the floor, advancing toward his feet like an iron snake.

The hero leaped, but Iqbal threw a small petrol bomb near his feet, creating a wall of fire.

"The law doesn't work here; here, only our law breathes," Iqbal’s voice echoed.

The soot and grease on the brothers' faces made them look like the true deities of this hell.

The hero realized that he was not fighting a human, but a three-headed monster.

The rusty pillars of the factory trembled with the brothers' laughter, as if they too were celebrating this destruction.

Sadik’s Strike

Sadik swung his heavy chain in the air, its echo sounding like a crack of lightning.

He threw the hook of the chain toward the hero, which struck an iron crane directly and ripped it off its mounts.

The heavy part of the crane crashed right next to the hero, shaking the entire floor of the factory.

There was not a single drop of mercy in Sadik’s eyes; every breath of his held only the noise of devastation.

He swung the chain again, and this time he managed to ensnare the hero’s axe.

A horrific contest of strength began between the two—on one side was a human, and on the other, a beast.

Sadik’s muscles strained, and he hurled the hero into the air, smashing him against an iron wall.

A fountain of blood erupted from the hero's mouth, but Sadik did not stop; he began raining his chain down like a whip.

With every strike, rusty iron and dust fell from the factory ceiling like rain.

Sadik’s inhuman strength had transformed that place into a slaughterhouse where death stood close by.

Noora’s Attack

While the hero was trying to recover from Sadik’s strikes, Noora materialized amidst the shadows.

He narrowed his one eye and fitted three toxic shards of glass into his slingshot simultaneously.

Noora’s strike was always precise; those shards were targeting the pupils of the hero's eyes directly.

The hero ducked his head at the final moment, but one shard passed through, cutting his cheek deeply.

The poison on the glass slowly began to numb the hero’s body, causing his speed to decrease.

Noora blew another whistle in the darkness and changed his position with the speed of lightning so he wouldn't become a target.

"The darkness sees you, but you cannot see the darkness," Noora’s whisper pierced the ears.

He fired several small stones one after the other, which riddled the hero’s body like machine-gun bullets.

Noora’s game now was not just to hunt; he was enjoying torturing his prey bit by bit.

Noora’s terrifying shadow was dancing in every corner of the factory, making the hero's escape almost impossible.

Iqbal’s Final Move

Seeing that the hero was still not ready to concede defeat, Iqbal pulled the largest lever in the factory.

Suddenly, the valves of the massive tanks installed above opened, and boiling chemicals and diesel began pouring down.

The entire factory had now become a gas chamber where a single spark could reduce everything to ashes.

Iqbal took out an old lighter from his pocket and slowly rotated it within his burnt fingers.

"If we die, this entire city will burn with us," there was a strange madness in Iqbal’s voice.

The stench of the chemical was so strong that breathing now felt like filling the lungs with acid.

The hero tried to advance toward Iqbal, but Sadik and Noora blocked his path once again.

Iqbal struck the lighter, its tiny flame signaling a massive destruction in that darkness.

He knew that this factory was not a graveyard for them, but the altar for their new avatar.

He brought the lighter down toward the flowing stream of oil, and a cruel smile floated across his face.

The Gateway to Hell

The moment the flame of the lighter touched the diesel, a sky-high explosion occurred, blasting the entire factory into the air.

The explosion was so powerful that the glass windows of houses miles away shattered into pieces, and the sky turned red.

Everything was buried under the debris—the hero’s axe, Sadik’s chain, and Noora’s shards of glass.

The government felt that this time the game was truly over and no one could escape this fire alive.

But when the dust settled and the fire cooled down, an iron hand emerged from the debris once again.

Iqbal pulled his brothers out from that secure basement which he had already prepared beforehand.

There was no sign of the hero, but the new wounds on the brothers' bodies were proof of them becoming even more ferocious.

They were now stepping out of that dilapidated factory and moving toward their new empire in the dead center of the city.

The womb of the Iron Corridor had safely delivered its monsters once again.

Now their next target was not just the mercenaries, but the entire power and law of that city.

The Phantom of the Debris

Beneath the burning debris of the factory, a charred finger made a movement.

The handle of the hero's axe now looked like a buried bone amidst the heap of ashes.

Iqbal looked at that debris from a distance and drew a deep, cold breath.

He knew that those who are born from fire are not swallowed by fire so easily.

Sadik lifted a heavy beam of debris and threw it away as if it were a straw.

Noora narrowed his one eye and began searching for something amidst the ash floating in the air.

Just then, a hand emerged from beneath the debris and clenched its fist tightly.

The three brothers did not stop; they left him there to writhe in pain and vanished into the darkness.

They knew that the real fun would begin when the prey stood up again and walked into their trap.

The night of the Iron Corridor was now going to witness a new and horrific war.

Iqbal’s New Lab

The morgue of the city's old government hospital was now Iqbal's new and secret hideout.

The air here held a strange combination of phenyl, old corpses, and fresh petrol.

Iqbal had turned the cold stretcher of the morgue into his work-table, where glass vials were placed.

He was preparing an acid that would melt iron and turn it into wax.

Noora sat right there in a corner, cleaning his slingshot with the white shroud used to cover corpses.

"No one will come looking for us here, because only the dead and we live here," Iqbal laughed.

Sadik had twisted the heavy freezer door of the morgue with his bare hands to turn it into a shield.

Iqbal poured a blue liquid into a test tube, from which a purple, toxic smoke began to emit.

This was his new army—an invisible gas that was going to turn the lungs of the entire city into stone.

The brothers had turned that house of death into their most dangerous and brutal laboratory.

Noora's Night Curfew

Noora had laid his 'wires of death' between the electricity poles on the main road of the city.

Whichever soldier or police vehicle sped past, that wire would slice through it like a sharp saw.

Noora sat on high walls, loading heavy bearings into his slingshot, which were now faster than bullets.

The city's electricity was gone, and the terror of Noora's whistle hovered in every alley.

He had made a rule: "Whoever is seen outside after the sun sets will not see the sun again."

A patrol team dared to advance in the darkness, and in a mere moment, the silence turned into screams.

Noora rained shards of glass in such a way that the soldiers did not even get a chance to fire their guns.

He would attack from amidst the shadows and dissolve back into the reflections like a phantom.

People crouched inside with their windows shut, but Noora's laughter pierced even through their walls.

Now, it wasn't the police's curfew enforced in the city, but Noora Bhai's bloody curfew.

Sadik's Revenge

The main camp of the mercenaries was now the next and biggest target of Sadik's rage.

Sadik tied a heavy crane hook to his iron chain and wrapped it around his body.

He advanced straight toward the main gate of the camp without any shield, unyielding even amidst the hail of bullets.

The soldiers threw grenades, but Sadik swung his chain to deflect those blasts from reaching him.

He ensnared the hook of the chain into the camp's watchtower and demolished it with his inhuman strength.

The tower crashed down like debris, and beneath it, dozens of soldiers were crushed like insects.

The wounds inflicted on Sadik's body were making him even more violent and frenzied.

He lifted the heaviest machine in the camp and hurled it onto the gunpowder warehouse.

A horrific explosion occurred, turning half of the camp's security into a heap of ashes in a mere moment.

Sadik stood amidst that fire, roaring as if he were the sole heir to this destruction.

The Anointing of Diesel

The main water-pumping station of the city had been captured by Iqbal and his brothers.

Iqbal mixed his specially prepared diesel sludge into millions of liters of drinking water.

This was not just oil; it was a slow death that was now going to run through the veins of the city.

"Now this city will drink our blood," Iqbal said, opening the valve completely.

When people turned on their taps, a black, toxic liquid began pouring out instead of water.

Panic spread across the entire city; thirst and disease had now become the greatest enemies.

The brothers had turned the very lifeline of the city into a pipe of death, which was the pinnacle of their cruelty.

Sadik hung the corpses of the station's guards on the main gate so that no one would dare to come near.

Noora took aim at a helicopter approaching from a distance and stopped it from coming near the station.

This anointing of diesel was proof that the fate of the city was now held between Iqbal's fingers.