The Black-Market Shopping List: Buying Kamagra for Answers

Dr. Max Holloway was starting to think that his life had officially jumped the rails. A week ago, his biggest concerns were handling difficult patients and whether Linda would ever stop using his office chair for her impromptu naps. Now, he was on his way to India to infiltrate an illegal pharmaceutical factory—all because someone had decided to make him the unintentional face of Kamagra’s global empire.

And somehow, things were still getting worse.

"Let me get this straight," Max said, rubbing his temples as their plane touched down in Mumbai. "Our plan is to… what, exactly?"

Elliot grinned. "We need to prove Kamagra is being made with unregulated ingredients. And the best way to do that?" He pulled up his laptop, revealing a list of online pharmacies. "We buy some."

Max sighed. "That’s our big idea? ‘Buy Kamagra online and see if it kills us’?"

"Oh, relax, we’re not taking it. Just testing it," Elliot replied. "If we can prove different versions have wildly different compositions, we have leverage. We expose that the company is deliberately pushing inconsistent dosages and cutting corners."

Linda, who was far too excited for someone about to commit multiple international crimes, leaned forward. "And the best part? We’re going to order from multiple sources—official sites, black-market dealers, and those sketchy ‘no-prescription-needed’ websites. That way, we’ll have a full range of shady pills to analyze."

Max groaned. "I can’t believe I let you two talk me into this."

The Great Kamagra Shopping Spree

Within hours, they had compiled a shopping list that would get them permanently banned from any legitimate medical institution.

• Kamagra from an ‘official’ distributor (which had an address listed in Dubai but customer service calls redirected to a warehouse in Belarus).
• Kamagra from an underground ‘VIP’ pharmacy that only accepted cryptocurrency.
• Kamagra from a site that promised ‘next-day delivery’
• Kamagra from a website that was so obviously a scam

Max stared at the growing spreadsheet of purchases. "How do we explain this to our banks if they freeze our accounts?"

Elliot smirked. "Oh, they’re definitely flagging this as suspicious. But don’t worry, I set up a separate payment channel using an anonymous routing service."

Linda raised an eyebrow. "That sounds illegal."

Elliot shrugged. "It sounds illegal because it is illegal. But in fairness, we’re dealing with people who framed a doctor for international drug smuggling. We’re playing by their rules now."

Max exhaled slowly. "We are all going to jail."

When Your Illegal Drug Shipment Arrives Faster Than Amazon Prime

Much to their surprise, the first batch of Kamagra arrived within

"I hate how efficient they are," he muttered, unboxing a package that had no return address.

Elliot inspected one of the pills under a flashlight. "Well, it looks real enough."

Linda pulled out a magnifying glass. "Oooh, it even has an expiration date. That’s cute."

Max picked up another box, frowning at the fine print. "This one claims it’s FDA-approved. Which is fascinating because the

Elliot whistled. "And this, my friends, is why we’re here. Counterfeit pills are one thing.

Linda nodded. "So what’s next?"

Max took a deep breath. "We get this tested. We compare every version. And then we take this straight to the people who can shut it down."

Elliot’s grin widened. "Now you’re thinking like an investigative journalist."

Max muttered, "I miss my old life."

The Factory Tour You Don’t Want to Take

Two days later, Max found himself standing outside

Elliot adjusted his hidden camera glasses. "Alright, remember—act like buyers. We’re looking to ‘expand operations.’ We want to see the supply chain."

Linda, who had somehow become the

Max raised an eyebrow. "Why you?"

"Because I look like the kind of person who’d sell unregulated drugs and not feel bad about it."

Elliot nodded. "She’s not wrong."

Max sighed. "Fine. Let’s get this over with."

Inside, they were greeted by a man in a lab coat who absolutely did not look like a real scientist.

"Welcome! You are interested in buy Kamagra production, yes?" he asked, beaming. "We offer best quality, fast delivery, and full discretion!"

Linda smiled. "That’s exactly what we’re looking for. Tell us—what makes your Kamagra different from others on the market?"

The man chuckled. "Ah, great question! Many factories dilute ingredients, use weaker formulas. We? We use full power! Best potency! Maximum results!"

Max cringed. That was not a good sales pitch for a drug that could already cause heart issues.

Elliot pressed on. "And quality control? What kind of testing do you do?"

The man waved a hand dismissively. "Ah, don’t worry, my friend. All batches tested for consistency. No complaints. Only happy customers."

Max whispered, "That’s not how science works."

Linda smiled. "And where do you source your ingredients?"

The man hesitated. "Some local, some imported. Not important! You want product, yes?"

Elliot gave Max a side glance. They weren’t going to get anything useful out of this guy.

Max cleared his throat. "Actually, we’d love a tour of your facilities. You know, to see the magic happen."

The man’s expression faltered for half a second before his smile returned. "Ah… unfortunately, factory area is restricted. But we guarantee best quality!"

Max sighed. Of course it was restricted. Because whatever was happening behind those doors was not something they wanted seen.

The Break-In Plan

Back at the hotel, the three of them sat in silence, staring at the factory blueprints Elliot had managed to acquire through… questionable means.

"So," Linda said, cracking her knuckles. "Looks like we need to break in."

Max groaned. "Absolutely not. We are not breaking into an illegal pharmaceutical factory in a foreign country. That is how people die."

Elliot smirked. "We’ll be careful. We just need samples. Hard proof. Then we blow the whistle."

Max rubbed his temples. "Why am I even here? I just wanted to be a normal doctor."

Linda grinned. "Well, Doc, guess what? You’re in this now. And we need a plan."

Max exhaled, defeated. "Fine. But if I end up in an Indian prison, I am blaming both of you."

Elliot clapped him on the back. "Don’t worry. It’s just a little breaking and entering. What could go wrong?"

Max groaned again. He already knew the answer.

Everything. Everything could go wrong.