The Rampage of Thirst

In the streets of the city, humans started strangling other humans for a single drop of water.

The diesel mixed by Iqbal had served not water from the taps, but death itself.

People were frantic with thirst, and the stench of toxic water dissolved a disgusting sweetness into the air.

Iqbal was watching this chaos from his high balcony, holding a glass of clean water in his hand.

He saw how the morality of society was choking to death in front of that black liquid.

Sadik had locked the water tankers inside the scrapyard and was standing guard.

Whichever thirsty person tried to come near, Sadik would hurl them away with his chain.

Noora had ripped open the tires of government water trucks from afar using his slingshot.

The city was now writhing like a parched throat, the string of which was in the hands of these three brothers.

Smiling, Iqbal dropped that glass of water down onto the street, where hundreds of thirsty people stood.

Noora's Last Whistle

The mayor of the city had called a press conference under army protection to reassure the public.

Noora had made his hideout half a mile away in the darkness of an old clock tower.

Though the sight in his one eye was diminished, his aim now possessed the power to pierce the soul.

He fitted a heavy and sharp piece of brass into his slingshot, which he had dipped in acid.

The heavy crowd below was shouting, but in Noora's ears, there was only the music of the mayor's heartbeat.

Just as the mayor raised the microphone to speak, Noora blew a very soft and sharp whistle.

That piece of brass tore through the air and went straight through the mayor's chest.

A stampede broke out in the crowd, and the security personnel could not even comprehend from which direction the attack came.

Noora packed his gear and descended the stairs of the tower like a shadow.

The mayor's corpse lay on the stage, and the city's administration was now orphaned without any leader.

Sadik's Swamp

Sadik had turned an empty field in the industrial belt into a deep swamp of oil and mud.

A whole detachment of mercenaries was passing through that route with their armored vehicles.

As soon as the vehicles reached that area, they slowly began to sink into that black and thick oil.

Sadik stood at the edge of the field, holding a burning torch in his hands and madness in his eyes.

The soldiers got out of the vehicles, but they too kept getting trapped in that sticky and slippery swamp.

Sadik swung his chain whip in the air and began striking the soldiers trapped in the swamp.

Their guns were smeared with oil and had become useless; they were just easy prey for Sadik.

Sadik threw the torch right into the middle of the swamp, turning the entire field into a burning lake.

Screams were reaching the sky, but a terrifying satisfaction spread across Sadik's face.

That lake of oil buried an entire battalion of the government in its womb forever.

The Return of the Hero

Outside that hospital morgue where Iqbal's hideout was located, a heavy and limping sound occurred.

Smeared with ash and smoke, the hero had returned, half of his face badly burnt.

In his eyes now, there was no glow of the law, but the same monstrous madness that was in the brothers.

He had wrapped his broken axe with electric wires so that it could become even more lethal.

Iqbal saw him on the CCTV camera, and for the first time, a slight hint of surprise surfaced in his eyes.

"This has become even more interesting after dying," Iqbal said, swirling the glass vials of his lab.

The hero ripped the heavy steel door of the morgue into two pieces with a single strike of his axe.

Sadik and Noora took their positions; they knew that this time the contest was going to be equal.

The hero was no longer the man who wanted to save; he was the one who wanted to end everything.

The cold air of the morgue was now going to heat up with the warmth of the bloody conflict between those four beasts.

The Treaty of Hell

The government conceded defeat and sent a secret envoy to hold peace talks with the brothers.

Iqbal chose a ruined church in the dead center of the city for this 'Treaty of Hell'.

On one side of the table sat the terrified envoy, and on the other side sat the three brothers, with blood dripping from their hands.

The envoy offered millions of rupees and asked them to leave the city, but Iqbal placed an empty bottle on the table.

"We do not want money, we want the soul of this city," Iqbal said in a slow and heavy voice.

When the envoy refused, Noora eliminated the sniper deployed outside the window with his slingshot.

Sadik grabbed the envoy's neck and slammed him onto the table like he was a rubber doll.

Iqbal tore the treaty paper, crushed a burning bidi on it, and stuffed it into the envoy's mouth.

This was not an agreement; this was the final death warrant given to the government from the brothers' side.

The envoy was sent back in a half-dead condition so that he could tell them that the demons never stop.

The Fog of the Morgue

The air inside the morgue had frozen by now, and the heavy stench of diesel was dissolved in it.

Iqbal had opened the gas pipes, causing a white, thick, and toxic fog to float on the floor.

The hero swung his axe wrapped with electric wires, creating blue sparks in the darkness.

From amidst the fog, Sadik's heavy chain emerged like an invisible snake and collided with the hero's shield.

Noora was crawling on the high shelves above, his one eye gleaming like a cat's in the darkness.

"Only he survives here who likes the taste of death," Iqbal spoke from behind the shadows.

The hero struck blindly into the fog, but his strikes collided only with empty stretchers and iron.

Suddenly, Iqbal threw a small chemical sphere that turned the fog into a red color.

Breathing in that red smoke now felt like burning the lungs with acid.

The brothers had turned that morgue into a labyrinth from which the hero's escape was impossible.

Noora's New Eye

In place of his burnt eye, Noora had fitted a specially carved red glass lens.

Iqbal had crafted this for Noora using an old telescope and special chemicals from the lab.

With this new 'eye', Noora could clearly see the heat of the human body even in the darkness.

Hanging from the ceiling pipes and crawling below, he could see every heartbeat and movement of the hero.

He fitted a stone into his slingshot that looked like a sharp tooth, extremely terrifying in appearance.

Without making any sound, Noora released the stone, which went straight through and shattered the bone of the hero's knee.

The hero screamed in pain, but Noora had already changed his position and gone in another direction.

"Now wherever you hide, my eyes will find even your soul," Noora whispered.

That red eye of his had become the identity of a waking devil in the dark morgue.

Noora was now a hunter for whom darkness had become his greatest strength.

Sadik's Crematorium

Sadik had made the city's oldest and massive crematorium his new temporary fortress.

The fire of the blazing pyres there had given him back his lost energy and inhuman power.

He ripped out the heavy iron furnaces of the crematorium and made a crude armor for his body out of them.

When a small detachment of mercenaries arrived there, they thought they would only fight ashes.

Sadik emerged from amidst the flames like a burning mountain, holding the chain in his hand.

He had heated the chain in the fire of the pyre, due to which it was now red like molten iron.

When he swung the chain, whichever soldier came into its grip became coal in a mere moment.

In Sadik's eyes was the reflection of the crematorium's fire itself, making him a true demon.

He closed the main gate of the crematorium with heavy stones and established his authority there.

Now that place was becoming famous not for the peace of the deceased, but for Sadik's bloody game.

The Diesel Fog

Iqbal decided to play his biggest and most horrific move on the main streets of the city.

He made a mixture of diesel, grease, and a special volatile chemical that would obscure the air.

Within a few hours, the entire industrial area was completely covered in a blanket of black and sticky fog.

The headlights of vehicles also proved to be a complete failure in piercing this thick black darkness.

The soldiers could not see their own palms, and the smell of diesel in the air was making them unconscious.

Taking advantage of this fog, Iqbal planned to capture the communication towers of the city.

"Truth is only what I want to show you," Iqbal said in a low voice from behind his mask.

Attacking while remaining invisible was the nature of these brothers, and this fog was their greatest weapon.

People were locked inside their homes, but the fog was entering through the cracks of their windows and terrifying them.

The entire city had now become a black jail, the jailer of which was Iqbal and his dangerous chemistry.

The First Major Victory

The brothers set out on their biggest mission to grind the city's main police headquarters into the dust.

Iqbal had already filled the old water pipes beneath the headquarters with explosive liquid.

With his heavy chain, Sadik pulled down the main electricity poles of the headquarters all at once, bringing them down.

Chaos erupted inside the headquarters, and just then, Noora began raining shards of glass from the windows.

The soldiers were trying to get out, but outside, Iqbal stood waiting for them with a burning torch.

The moment Iqbal dropped the torch onto the ground, fierce explosions occurred one after another beneath the entire building.

The grand building of the police headquarters began to collapse like a house of cards.

This was the biggest and bloodiest strike yet of these 'super villains' on the pride of the government.

Standing atop the debris, the three brothers announced their victory together, which echoed through the screams of the city.

This first major victory of theirs was proof that the rule of law was now gone forever.

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