When Uncle Bull opened his eyes, he saw Captain Randy and Kimbler eagerly looking at him. He realized that he was lying on a hospital bed.
"Oh my God, Where am I? What happened to me?" He asked his friends around him.
They all laughed together.
"What…? What is going on here?" He looked at them in astonishment.
"You the holy rascal are a hero now, do you know that..?" said Captain Randy.
"Yes, you are a hero now who is going to be honored by society and the government," Kimbler said.
"I don't want to see your funny gestures and jokes. Could you please come to the point?" Uncle Bull showed his temper a little.
"My dear, you have done great things that made you a hero. That's all." Captain Randy smiled
"What the bloody hell I have done…?"
"Do you remember anything after you drank the juice yesterday?" Kimbler asked.
"No, I don't remember anything other than my memory got frozen and lost sense. How did I reach here?" Anxiously he looked at his friends.
"That is a big story." Captain Randy said.
"Yes, like a thriller," Kimbler remarked. "Do you know the adventures and the exploration that you have done yesterday after having the drugged juice?"
"Tell me, what happened?"
"But except us, no one knows that you had taken a deadly narcotic drug that enabled you to do all of these challenging things," Kimbler said.
"Challenging things..? What…? What happened to me? How did I come here? I don't feel well. Let me know everything before I die." Uncle Bull said in a calm voice.
"Dear, you are not going to die. You are the savior of the community of Palmart. Media people are waiting for you to interview. As you are not fully recovered, doctors have strictly stopped them and the police."
"What..? Media and Police…? Have I become a notorious don?"
"You became a famous hero." Captain Randy said.
"Then why police, to escort me? Oh my God. Is there anything wrong that I have committed in the intoxication of Satan pills? Uncle Bull tried to get up from the bed.
"Hold on. Don't try to get up now," said Kimbler. "As your physical condition is not fit to sit or stand, please lay down. I will tell you what revolution you have made here by the motivation and energy given by the Satan pills."
Kimbler looked around and confirmed nobody was there to hear them. Captain Randy locked the door.
Kimbler sat beside the bed and commenced the story of the great adventure done by Uncle Bull after having the Narco juice.
"We knew from Nany that you made that special drink for her, the drugged juice. But while adding the pills to the juice, she found it and questioned you, arguments took place between you the couple, and eventually, she forcefully asked you to drink it, right?"
"Yeah, that was what that bitch did." Uncle Bull said. "That holy beast forced me to drink. Then what happened? I don't remember anything after that. I just drank the juice and felt some unusual things in my mind like a storm roaring around me, veins got shivered, Consciousness began to fade, like that some extraordinary feelings and movements I got in my mind and body." Uncle Bull said and looked so anxiously at them to know more about the story.
"Let me narrate your epic." Kimbler continued. "After having the drink you ran out of your house. While running along the road, you found a decorated horse cart in front of a church that was arranged for a marriage function. You took that cart and began your adventurous journey. Making fun, your chariot flashed in the streets."
"Really? Did I do that?"
"Yes. That horse cart was your vehicle in your adventure journey. Your cart ran along the streets like the chariot of Judah Ben-Hur."
"How did I get the willpower to run a horse cart like Judah Ben-Hur? Ok, right? Continue the story." Uncle Bull smiled slightly.
Kimbler continued. "After passing the town you headed to the prayer hall of evangelist John Kicker and reached there."
"Holy Moly..!" Uncle Bull expressed his surprise. "How did I get there? Even with the direction of GPS, I can't reach there easily. Of course, Satan was accompanying me. Sure..!" He took a breath and looked at Kimbler. "Yeah, Narco power is the power of Satan. Realize it. Ok, then what did I do? Did I kneel in front of John Kicker or did I do a confession in his chamber? Probably I may have participated in his Halleluiah dance..?"
"You performed something else, my dear."
"What..?"
"Some funny things which made you a hero." Captain Randy said.
"Yes, exactly, that was so funny and dreadful," Kimbler explained it. "As soon as your cart reached John Kicker's premises, you jumped out and ran into his prayer hall where he was performing a gospel dance with his devotees. You kneeled in front of the evangelist John Kicker and asked for a divine drink of salvation. He led you to his holy chamber located beneath the hall and offered you a special Chinese cobra brandy to seduce you."
"Do you know for what?" Captain Randy asked.
"What…? All of these things took place there? Oh my God…!" Uncle Bull made a deep sigh.
"This evangelist is not the servant of God, he is the servant of Satan. You unveiled this great secret. That's what happened there." Randy said.
"Ok, let me continue," Kimbler said. "He was about to seduce you with that deadly cobra brandy to keep you in his underground lab as a carrier of his biological weapon."
"What…?" Uncle Bull asked in a big voice. "A carrier of biological weapon…? Then who is he? The story is getting so strange..!" He opened his eyes widely.
"Yes, it is something strange." Captain Randy said.
"Is he not a shepherded serving God..?"
"He is a Judas serving Satan," Kimbler said. "Actually, this prayer business was a veil for him to do his business. He was trying to re-capture his losses in another way."
"What way?"
"Making biological weapon."
Uncle Bull couldn't speak anything other than showing some gestures.
"Yes, that's the business he does, not the sanctity of the gospel," Kimbler said. "He runs an underground lab there in the prayer hall to operate this business. It was a secret thing. You are the one who exposed it."
"What did I do?" Uncle Bull Looked at Kimbler.
"Under the intoxication of that narcotic drugs and that potent liquor offered by John, you became mad and attacked him. Soon after, devotees came there hearing John's yelling at your heavy punch and kick. At that time you showed the devotees gathered there in John's underground lab where bioweapons were made. That's what happened there in your great narco adventure."
"Unbelievable like fairy tale…!" Uncle Bull just whispered with a sigh.
"This was the business he was doing there under the guise of his apostolic work." Captain Randy said.
"Yes, an international business, making deadly bacteria and transporting to his customers," Kimbler said.
"It is stranger than fiction, I can't believe it." Uncle Bull expressed his doubt. "Was he doing all of these underground businesses along with his holy service?"
"Yes, He was smoothly running this business by covering it with his gospel mission programs. Actually, his holy service was a cover for him to protect his underground business."
"Exactly what was he doing there? Did he create any deadly pathogens?"
"Police are investigating that. But, his team was on a mission to develop the deadly germs in his underground laboratory. Later these germs will be injected into the body of the carriers whom he detained there in his underground clinic."
"And?"
"He will sell these biological weapons, the hosts having deadly germs in the body, to his customers who are the terrorist group or any countries seeking such a weapon. As a weapon of mass destruction, these carriers can spread germs in a territory and destroy a community or a state easily. Look, what good holy service was he doing?"
"He will be the antichrist who is supposed to come in the end times. If he gets me, what will be my fate?" Smiling Uncle Bull looked at his companions.
"He will keep you in a cell of his underground laboratory. And when the order comes, unbeknownst to you, he will inject these deadly germs into your body and turn you into a biological weapon. Then, you will be shipped to his customer's location, the customer will be some terrorist group or any bloody conspirators or the country of any dictator. As you are a weapon of mass destruction, he will make millions on the sale. It is a more profitable business than drugs. And the risk is less. He will sell one living weapon of mass destruction for millions."
"He is a damn rascal who should be kicked out of this planet." Uncle Bull said angrily. "So are we away from his threat now?"
"Yes," Kimbler said. "People are grateful to you for your great service that discovered the underground laboratory of John Kicker that used to develop the deadly germs. Let me continue the story." Kimbler said. "After you had the deadly cobra brandy along with the Narco juice which you had consumed earlier, you possessed some extraordinary power mentally and physically."
"What damn power..?" Uncle Bull stared at them.
"We don't know. But you have gained such a power, or you will not be able to do all of these funny things."
"The bloody Satan's pill and that Chinese liquor made me mad, that's all." Uncle Bull said with a sigh. "Then what happened to me and the evangelist?"
"After you've beaten him up and made him weak, you exposed his underground laboratory and his liquor storage and the narcotic collections to his devotees. There they could see some of the people he had captured and locked in rooms there to make them carriers of his bioweapon. Actually, After the Bikini Beach wave tragedy, John Kicker was developing his business again in a holy way, a new strategy to keep the police away from him."
"OK, then what happened to him?" Uncle Bull asked.
"He could not escape from his devotees. They tied him up on the holy cross placed in front of the prayer hall and were going to punish him. Soon the police came and saved him from the angry devotees. He and his underground mafia team are under police custody now. Police have sealed his notorious prayer hall and his lab. The investigation is going on. Let us hope John Kicker and his team will be behind the bar forever. People are waiting for you to congratulate you on your great service. The police chief has informed us that you will be honored with a medal for your courage in discovering the underworld business of John Kicker."
"Oh my God..! That is so funny, do I have the courage to conquer a mafia don!! Even I don't have the guts to bear their foot noise. Did I do all of these stupid things?" Uncle Bull laughed.
"You have done more than this, including a million-dollar deal." Captain Randy said
"A million dollar deal…? What the hell is that? I became another Don Quixote, the funny character who fought with the wind."
"Yes, you have had more fun than Don Quixote the legend. There is a million-dollar deal in your narco adventure." Kimbler said. "Million dollars is waiting for you as a gift for your great service..!"
"Very funny…!" Uncle Bull laughed. "I don't remember anything. When I had the cobra drink offered by evangelist John Kicker, I saw a busting flame coming towards me like a thunderbolt. It made a light revelation in my mind and a current of energy in my veins. When I got stimulated by the energy of these flames, I beat him up and dragged him out. That's all. I can't remember any further things." Uncle Bull replied.
Uncle Bull tried to remember something, but other than some unclear voice and pictures, he could not remember anything.
"OK. Let me continue." Kimbler said.