Shivam's strategy unfolded with precision as he mimicked the voices of the captured guards, stripping them naked and using their own clothes to mend their wounds.
Many were bleeding from the head due to the blows from Clone Strong, but Shivam thanked his stars that he had instructed Clone Strong to use minimal force.
Even so, some guards were bleeding profusely, and their wounds were hastily bandaged with torn pieces of security guard cloth.
As the plan progressed, Shivam didn't notice Aadhavi's desire to help; her efforts were hindered by a clone standing guard beside her.
In his authoritative captain's voice, Shivam reassured her, "Don't worry about these filthy people; you will definitely gain answers in due time."
Aadhavi's frustration mounted as she remained in the dark about the unfolding events. Just moments ago, ten people had been captured without her even being aware of the situation.
Now, nineteen were held captive alive.
It was a remarkable feat orchestrated by the squad, but for Aadhavi, it only deepened her confusion.
Lost in the dense woods with no knowledge of their mission, she had merely been tagging along with the squad, unaware of their intentions or the existence of the villa.
As the gravity of the situation dawned on her, Aadhavi couldn't help but feel utterly bewildered by the turn of events, questioning her role and purpose in this mysterious endeavor.
Shivam's keen estimation put approximately 62 security guards inside the villa, with half of them currently tied down and the remaining half standing guard.
The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on him as time continued to slip away.
Already, more than 15 minutes had passed since the commencement of his plan, and the clones were fast approaching their hourly limit of existence.
With every passing moment, the risk of failure grew greater, and Shivam knew he couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Swift and decisive action was needed to ensure the success of his intricate scheme.
With a steely resolve, he prepared to execute the next phase of his plan.
Shivam's priority was to determine Bukhari's whereabouts, recognizing the potential threat if he were to escape.
Selecting a guard who seemed likely to possess valuable information, Shivam discreetly removed him from Aadhavi's sight for interrogation.
With his enhanced strength, he effortlessly carried the naked guard to a secluded spot where he could extract information without interference.
Utilizing forceful tactics, Shivam pushed the boundaries of the guard's endurance, pushing him to the brink of terror.
Breaking his fingers one by one, Shivam instilled a sense of horror and urgency, knowing that time was of the essence.
In a matter of minutes, he managed to extract the crucial information he sought.
It was a stark departure from Shivam's usual demeanor.
Normally, he wouldn't harm a fly, but the gravity of the situation and the heinous crimes being committed within the villa stripped away any semblance of humanity from his adversaries.
The gentle touch he typically displayed was inadequate in the face of the atrocities endured by the innocent girls held captive.
Shivam's shock was palpable as he absorbed the guard's revelation: Bukhari was indeed inside the villa, overseeing the sinister operations within.
The guard's spilled secrets unveiled a chilling truth – the transportation of the drug-carrying victims was scheduled for 2 a.m., and currently, they were being held in a separate room within the villa.
But what truly shook Shivam to his core was the revelation of the villa's hidden depths.
The guard's words painted a grim picture of underground chambers filled with countless young girls, their cries unheard by the outside world.
Shivam's anger surged, a white-hot fury threatening to consume him.
His initial estimation of 100 girls was dwarfed by the guard's horrifying disclosure—more than 100 innocent souls, young and minor, subjected to unspeakable torment within the villa's walls.
The realization fueled Shivam's rage, but he knew he couldn't afford to let it cloud his judgment.
Suppressing the urge to lash out, Shivam reminded himself of the mission at hand.
Allowing his emotions to run rampant would only endanger himself and those he sought to rescue.
Though his eyes betrayed his seething fury, Shivam forced himself to take a deep breath, centering his thoughts.
With a steely resolve, he steeled himself against the overwhelming anger, knowing that clarity of mind was paramount.
Every ounce of his being yearned to confront Bukhari and put an end to the suffering of the girls trapped within the villa's confines.
With each breath, Shivam fortified his resolve.
And to his understanding, Bhukari had created a number of hidden rooms that could be identified by alphabets; his previous toucher room was "G," and now he is in the "R" room.
The revelation that Bukhari hadn't left Room R since the previous night added another layer of urgency to the already tense situation.
It hinted that their window of opportunity might be closing rapidly, fueling Shivam's determination to act swiftly and decisively.
With every passing moment, the risk of detection grew, and Shivam felt the weight of time pressing down on him.
He couldn't afford to delay any longer; the longer they waited, the greater the chance of their plan being compromised.
Drawing upon his unique abilities, Shivam focused his energy on creating twenty clones infused with chakra.
Despite the complexity of the task, he worked with unmatched efficiency, completing the creation of the clones in just five minutes.
Each clone boasted 100% of his strength and 20% of his intelligence and knowledge, their capabilities were amplified by the infusion of chakra energy.
They were more than capable of taking down double the guards inside the villa.
As his team of clones stood ready, Shivam steeled himself for the challenges ahead.
With their window of opportunity rapidly closing, they couldn't afford to hesitate any longer.
The time for action had come, and Shivam was prepared to lead his clones into the heart of danger, determined to rescue the captive girls and put an end to Bukhari's reign of terror.
The guard, still reeling from the pain of his broken fingers and the shock of interrogation, suddenly found himself lifted into the air as if by unseen hands.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, his legs were pulled apart from two different directions with a force that defied comprehension.
Agony surged through his body as his limbs were torn from their sockets, the excruciating pain overwhelming his senses.
In his final moments, he experienced a torment beyond imagining; his screams were drowned out by the brutality of his demise.
Shivam wasn't very good at monitoring the blood, so he turned his face to the other side of the groosum scene; the clones that killed the guards had no emotions and simply knew to fulfill Shivam's orders.
Unbeknownst to him, Shivam's newly formed clones had carried out the gruesome execution, their actions swift and merciless.
With the guard's life extinguished, all that remained were chilling, bloody parts of the guard, which were then buried in the ground.
Shivam hesitated, considering the myriad of ways he could inflict further torment upon the guard.
However, time was of the essence, and he couldn't afford to delay any longer.
With a grim determination, he opted for a swift and decisive end, tearing the guard limb from limb without a shred of remorse.
In that moment, Shivam's hesitation gave way to ruthless efficiency.
He didn't care for the guard's pleas or his suffering; all that mattered was to inflict pain for despair; that was his objective.
Without a moment's hesitation, he ended the guard's life, his actions a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked within him when pushed to his limits, which was created and is being molded into a rutless one.
Shivam felt an overwhelming urge to bathe his hands in the blood of everyone guilty of causing the girls' despair within the villa.
His extreme protectiveness over his sister fueled his ruthlessness, pushing his humanity aside. Faced with the suffering of the girls, Shivam's sense of justice morphed into a need for vengeance.
He couldn't bear the thought of anyone, especially his loved ones, enduring such horrors.
Neglecting this situation now would mean living with the regret of not acting when it mattered most.
Shivam and his clone of 30 dashed in the direction of the villa in the form of a false front, with all having changed their appearance, looking similar to that of a guard, while Shivam resembled Kalif, who was going to report the captain.
As Shivam and his clones advanced towards the villa, a lone clone remained with Aadhavi to oversee the captured guards and her, who was frustrated with questions.
While 30 of the guards were bound and two others had been killed by Shivam, their bodies were submerged in the earth, unbeknownst to Aadhavi.
Shivam, disguised as Kalif, led his clone into the villa, their movements swift and calculated.
As they passed through the corridors, a guard inquired about the status of the camera issue. Ignoring the question, Shivam brushed past the guard with a sense of urgency, his companions following suit.
Inside the villa, they positioned themselves strategically, ready to swiftly subdue the remaining guards at Shivam's command.
With 32 guards still present, Shivam knew he had the advantage of having the strength of more than 60 people currently.
[Out of rage, he decided to create more clones to ambush and completely take over the villa.]
Their first target was the captain's cabin.
With Shivam and his Clone Strong leading the charge, they entered the cabin prepared to neutralize the captain with minimal force.
Upon seeing the two parties entering his cabin, the captain's confusion turned to anger as he questioned why Kalif hadn't reported back about the camera issue to be solved.
Before he could reprimand Kalif, a sudden movement caught his eye.
A guard, seemingly from Kalif's side, lunged forward with alarming speed, striking the captain with enough force to render him unconscious.
Blood and broken teeth littered the floor as the captain fell, a testament to the swift and decisive action of Shivam's Clone Strong.
The captain barely had time to speak before being knocked to the ground.
With the captain incapacitated by the surprise attack on him, Shivam took a moment to assess the situation.
The first step of their mission was complete.
With a single command and precise timing, all the clones disguised as guards within the villa sprang into action.
With a swift jab or punch, the powerful blows of the clones neutralized the guards within seconds.
The clones were far more powerful than ordinary humans, and even if the guards had some capabilities, they were no match for the clones.
All 32 guards were neutralized without a single gunshot or causing chaos in the villa.
Each guard was knocked out with a precise blow to the head. The clones also neutralized the surveillance camera room, effectively disabling the villa's security system to prevent any monitoring or alarms. This ensured that the entire operation was carried out flawlessly and silently.
The unconscious guards were transported to the same location where the other captured guards were tied up.
They were bound in the same manner, ensuring they couldn't escape or raise the alarm once they regained consciousness.
As Aadhavi stood amidst this scene, unable to contain her curiosity and questions, one of the clones addressed her before she could speak.
"Captain D ordered you to follow me," the clone said, his voice calm and authoritative.
Aadhavi, still processing the swift and silent takedown, nodded and prepared to follow the clone.
Despite the overwhelming number of questions swirling in her mind, she knew that complying with the clone's instructions was crucial to maintaining the momentum of their mission.
The urgency in the clone's voice made it clear that there was no time to waste.
Shivam had nearly fulfilled 70% of his objective by gaining control of the villa.
All that remained was to retrieve the villa's prisoners and catch Bukhari.
However, he couldn't shake an uneasy feeling—a nagging sense that something was terribly wrong.
Despite his success, he felt an unknown instinct warning him to avoid a certain direction.
This ominous sensation seemed to emanate from the underground area, accessed through a hidden door he had seen Bukhari use.
The bad vibes from that direction made Shivam feel that there was more to it than just instinct.
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### Author's Note
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