The moment Edward arrived home, he received a call from Gerald, informing him that all documents had been properly verified and that the DEA had given an order for his company to start operations. Edward was filled with excitement and, at the same time, surprised by the news. Although he was counting on Donald to pull some strings as he had promised, he never imagined it would happen this quickly.Amidst the surprise and excitement, he noticed a message flash on his phone from an unknown number. He opened the message, which read:> "You are so lucky my brother and Mr. Donald are business partners. You wouldn't have been able to operate your company for six months. Be careful not to make the same mistake again. You might not be so lucky next time."He read the message with a twinge of regret. He knew it was from Mr. Compton, who was still offended by what had transpired at the club. He decided that he should apologize to Compton.He tried calling the number, but it was unreachable. He
Edward was fast asleep when he received a distressing call about the virus outbreak at Gyang Pack. He stood up to watch the live reports on the TV. He was deeply pained and filled with emotion as he saw hundreds of youths being taken into ambulances for medical care. Quickly, he picked up his phone to call Gerald, but an unknown number called instead."Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Edward?" the caller said when he picked up."Yes, and who am I speaking with?" Edward asked."I'm Dr. Stephen from the government specialist hospital. We have a very serious issue that we want you to see. I know it's late, but please, we would appreciate it if you could come to the hospital immediately.""This is about the virus outbreak at Gyang Pack, right?" Edward asked."Yes, sir.""Okay, I’m on my way," Edward replied. It was past 11 p.m., but he couldn’t sleep anymore. He quickly changed out of his nightwear, threw on some clothes, and dashed out of the house.He drove out of his estate to the governmen
"Donald was right. This is a new virus," Edward proclaimed. Quickly, he flipped through the pages to read more information about the virus.**[[ Properties of the virus ]]** - **Airborne** - **Killing strategy**: convulsing, blood coating, changing of retina eye color. - **Cure**: Virus depressants mixed with penicillin, sodium hypochlorite, hydrogen peroxide, and black wood leaves. The black wood leaves are the key ingredient and can’t be substituted with anything else.Edward was familiar with all properties for the cure except the black wood leaves. He had never heard of it before in his medical career. He took out his phone and googled "black wood leaves."The black wood leaves were a famous herb used in the 19th century BC by ancient Mesopotamians. They had healing properties and were a primary plant for spiritual meditation, as they helped transport the soul to the spiritual realms with ease. The herb was destroyed during the Great War that led to the Renaissance, and the
**THE NEXT DAY**Following the press interview Edward held with the president and his associates, the security forces decided to embark on a thorough investigation into what really happened in Gyang Park two nights ago. The world was currently under lockdown, with only medical and security teams permitted to work. The "stay-at-home" policy was taken seriously—so strict that no one was allowed to leave their homes, not even to get food. The government provided workers to deliver food to citizens’ homes. All they had to do was log in to the government website and place an order.Gyang Park had CCTV cameras at every corner, so the investigation wouldn't be too challenging. If anything suspicious had actually occurred that night, it would be caught on camera.At police headquarters, security agents were in the monitoring room, busy at their computers, watching the CCTV footage from that night. A man dressed in formal attire stood behind them, waiting."Y'all haven’t found anything yet?" t
"It was claimed that the Great War in ancient Mesopotamia destroyed the Blackwood leaves. Since then, no one has felt its power," Edward said as they entered the room and settled. Donald chuckled at his words."Hahaha. Who's feeding you this information?" he asked."That's what I read on the Internet," he replied."That's not true. Yes, the Blackwood leaves are from ancient Mesopotamia, but that doesn't mean all of them were destroyed. The leaves still exist. They just put things like that on the Internet to deceive the younger generations and keep them from searching for it. Give me a second." Donald stood up, went over to the shelf, and returned a moment later holding a magazine in his hand."You know this place?" He tossed the magazine in front of Edward as he settled back in his seat. Edward picked it up and read the words."The Great Walls of Kanuri Kingdom. West Africa? I haven’t heard of it. What’s this place all about?""Well, this is where the Blackwood leaves are situated. T
The moment the investigation team confirmed the death of Dennis Rodman, they quickly exited the investigation room and ran to the emergency ward for medical attention."We need an emergency check-up immediately," the inspector said as he entered with his team. A female police doctor, who was alone in the lab running an autopsy, quickly suspended her work to attend to them."What is it?" she asked, turning to them."The suspect, Dennis Rodman, passed out during investigation, and we suspect it's the Kira Virus," the inspector said, panting."Did you by any means use force to make him talk?""No, we didn’t lay a hand on him. He passed out mysteriously," the inspector replied immediately."Okay, go and sit over there, please, and maintain social distance amongst yourselves," she instructed, and the five of them obeyed.She quickly put on a protective kit that covered her entire body to ensure her safety in making contact with them. Then, she picked up a syringe to take their blood sample
In a large, spacious laboratory filled with sophisticated medical equipment and professional doctors, lab scientists carried out their experiments on various chemicals, while a short, bald-headed man dressed in corporate attire walked around the lab, carefully supervising the janitors cleaning any spills made on the floor by the scientists. "Be fast with the cleaning. Immediately," the supervisor said to Edward, who was spying on one of the lab scientists having difficulty with his experiments. "Use hydrogen peroxide instead of sulfur in mixing the chemicals. There's a high probability it would give you the required specimen you need," Edward said to the scientist with a voice above a whisper. Following Edward's advice, the scientist did exactly what Edward suggested, and "Tada!" he screamed. "Yes, it worked, Edward. You are a genius," he said to Edward, who just smiled and continued with his cleaning. "Edward is actually a genius. I don't know why he is working as a cleaner when h
Edward's voice broke through the pleasurable sounds that filled the room, making Sandra and Richard jolt in shock and face reality."Edward, what the hell are you doing here?" Reaching for her clothes on the floor, Sandra said in shock. Mr. Richard also dragged his pants up to cover himself."What do you mean by that question? Are you out of your mind? I should be asking what you are doing with your so-called business partner," Edward answered, his voice breaking in disappointment as he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were seeing."Baby, who is this guy?" Mr. Richard asked with a confused expression, his eyes still locked on Edward. But Edward was quick to reply before Sandra did."I'm her husband, and who the fuck are you?" Edward said angrily."Enough, Edward, just shut up!" Sandra yelled at him, turning to Richard. "Don't mind him, Richard. He's the peasant I told you about, the one I fell in love with while I was in college, who unfortunately turned out to be my husban