Baskadia

It was during those days when the signs of the First World War were clearly visible and the atmosphere was very tense politically and militarily in all regions of the world. Most of the countries were fighting for their independence and some powerful countries wanted to gain more territory so that financial interests could be gained from there. At the same time, some greedy people with entrepreneurial mindset took advantage of this opportunity to increase the arms market. Seeing the demand, They was investing huge capital in this business and death business was at its peak. Our Gang was also involved in some such business. In fact, we were secretly doing illegal dealing of arms between big businesans and military powers. And our gang's work was spread globally in the Black Market.

The only leader of this entire group was our boss, Mr. Watson, who was a tall man with a formidable personality. I personally liked him because he was principled He was a man and in many cases he forgave his subordinates for their mistakes instead of punishing them and gave only mild warnings, but I never saw him punish any gang member. In this sense, our gang was perhaps unique among the Underworld Mafia. In all business transactions Mr. Watson considered it necessary to take part himself, but after my arrival he entrusted all important matters to me. Maybe they trusted me too much. Because naturally I had a very cold temper and always acted gently even though it was against the rules of such a mafia group.

The First World War had started in most countries of the world and the sad news of thousands of people dying was heard on the radio every day. Humans seemed to have sworn to destroy each other. Conditions were very bad in the insurgent areas. Due to the war, there was a severe shortage of oil and food But on the other hand, the demand for weapons had increased. And our group was engaged in arms trading day and night. Many influential people were in constant touch with us. International arms buyers wanted to buy arms at exorbitant prices because our arms manufacturers had many advanced weapons. In the same circumstances, I came to Santa Monica, a suburb of my native California, where my beautiful wife Laura and my daughter lived, for a few days of vacation. I had only been there for a few days when I heard the news on the radio that Italy had broken the alliance. And in Germany and Italy, a thrust war has broken out. Nazi forces have crossed the maritime red zone, and heavy shelling continues on both sides, with many feared dead. I was quite nervous because I knew the situation inside and I had an idea of ​​Adolf Hitler's shortcomings. It could go to any extent. The war continued for several days in which weapons were used excessively.

Understand my misfortune that what I did not want happened. On the morning of October 25th, I suddenly received a telegram from Mr. Watson, in which I was urgently summoned for an important meeting. I guessed long ago that something very bad was about to happen. The weapon was originally requested by the German Army because of an official shortage of weapons. A close associate of Adolf Hitler wanted to meet me along with Mr. Watson. It was a $70 million deal, possibly the largest arms deal in history. Precisely at twelve o'clock, a black limousine pulled up in front of my house with two of Mr. Watson's special men riding in it. Now a storm was raging inside me, but apparently I was completely silent because in my opinion it was not war but the destruction of humanity. Some people were fighting for their own interests. But on the other hand, something submissive Nations wanted their freedom and were ready to fight against powerful armies. My position was clear. I was in favor of providing arms only to those who were weak and wanted freedom and were forced to fight powerful enemies for their self-respect and dignity. In such a case, the Nazi army was equivalent to destruction in the world. I was very peaceful and peaceful by nature and it was in my blood.

I was born in a village called Santa Monica in the outskirts of California and my father was a school teacher by profession. He always taught me love and peace. He was a very good hearted and true human being. He had mercy and hope for humanity in his heart. He died a few years before the start of the World War, and perhaps it was better for him. After he passed away, I got my Masters from Oxford and then came to New York. Something illegal at the hotel I stayed at There were activities going on that I was not aware of. One night I was tipped off and the police raided and I was arrested along with everyone else. Despite a thousand attempts, my name was not removed from the case and the jury eventually sentenced me to three years in prison. In the jail I met Mr. Watson who helped me a lot in the harsh environment of the jail. After I was released from there I came with him to his bungalow and from there my journey into the underworld began.

After a few hours of exhausting travel, I was dropped off at the beach where a boat was waiting for me. Another hour later I was in a deep-sea German submarine. The important meeting was in a secret location. As soon as I entered, a tall white man took me there and left me at the door. As soon as the door opened, I saw Mr. Watson, who was anxiously waiting for me. Besides him, there were two other people, one of whom was a Nazi soldier. The secret official was Mr. Freud, who was believed to be a close associate of Hitler, and a third person unknown to me. I said hello to everyone, but no one answered because the atmosphere here was quite tense, maybe the Nazi army was suffering a lot of losses, so they needed us. "Mr. William! The deal papers are ready and all three of us have signed. Now it's your turn." It was Mr. Watson who addressed me. I glanced at the contract. Mortar shells, anti-ship missiles, aircraft. Artillery, and machine guns in abundance were included. Thousands of rifles were also written. It was destruction, not weapons. I was very nervous but I didn't let my facial expressions show. As I signed, my hand moved to the inside of my coat, and the next moment the Smith & Wilson revolver was glinting in my hand. I fired without stopping. My target was Mr. Watson, the bullet hit him in the head and he fell on the ground.

The next moment I quickly changed my position and fired two shots at the German officer. My target at that time was good because my father often took me hunting. In such a long time, the third unknown person had recovered, he kicked me and rushed towards me, I fell on the ground. He climbed up and rained punches on my face. I did not let go of the pistol and took the courage to shoot him in the chest. Bystanders were unaware of all the action as the place was completely soundproof and my revolver was silenced. I regained my composure and opened the door from inside. I had already loaded my revolver. Realizing the situation of the two soldiers standing in front, I quickly opened fire on them and gave them no chance to do anything. But I knew very well that there were still two people in control who could come here at any time.

I rushed towards the control room and opened the door and shot the uniformed person in front of me. If I didn't do that, I would have died today. The other person who was the submarine controller looked at me with surprise and fear but did not move, maybe he realized that he was trapped. He froze in his place However, I found this approach satisfying as I did not want any more bloodshed. As a precaution, I stuck the revolver in his ribs and ordered him to walk into the open sea. "Look Mr.all your comrades have been killed if you are thinking of sending a radio signal remember you are in a foreign border by illegally and I am not afraid of getting shot at all so get me close to shore." My threat was quite lively. "I love my family more than loyalty to Hitler" He said lightly. I looked at him carefully and could not help but admire his wisdom.

In the next hour I was on the beach without any resistance, a ferry from a nearby island dropped me here. After crossing the coast, I entered the city. It was a winter evening and the air was growing cold. The city was not as vibrant as before. Perhaps the world war had a very bad effect on people's minds. People were in a state of fear and uncertainty. But inside I was happy and satisfied because perhaps I had washed away the stain of my soul and saved thousands of human lives. It was somewhat successful. Like my father, I had proven to be a good man and a true American, and that was my identity as Truman. the end It was successful. Like my father, I had proven to be a good man and a true American, and that was my identity as Truman.

"THE END"