American comics Lord of Hell

"Stop or don't blame me for calling the police."

Susan took out her cell phone and threatened. Her words angered the tattooed men. They came around aggressively. Susan was startled and couldn't help but retreat. At this time, a tall figure appeared in front of her.

"roll."

Andrew shouted. Several tattooed men were suddenly filled with fear and turned around in panic. One of them was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.

Susan blinked. The boss's aura was too strong, right? Having said that, I feel really safe with my boss.

Seeing the tattooed man running away, the two homeless men breathed a sigh of relief. They got up and bowed gratefully to Andrew and Susan, then ran towards the dark alley next to them.

Susan sighed: "Mutants are pitiful, and mutants who fail to mutate are even more pitiful."

Andrew was surprised: "A mutant who failed to mutate?"

"Yes, not every mutant can successfully awaken. About 20% of mutants will fail to mutate and have major flaws and weak abilities. For example, the two just now, their official scientific name is Ypsilon-level mutants people."

Susan nodded and said: "In the past few years, the life of mutants has become increasingly difficult. Other mutants are okay and can hide themselves, but those mutants who failed to mutate are in misery. Many of them have been kicked out of their homes and lost their lives. Work and become a homeless person.”

Thinking of something, Susan explained: "I have studied mutant genes, so I know a little more."

"Twenty percent of mutants who failed to mutate?"

Andrew's eyes lit up. Whose soul is the best to cheat? Ahem, it is best to make a contract with those who have no hope, and those mutants who failed have no hope.

"I remember there was a mutant who could disable the X gene. Oh, by the way, there happens to be a mutant expert in my hell."

Andrew secretly thought that those failed mutants would definitely be willing to exchange their souls after death for returning to normal. By then, he might be able to count the souls until his hands cramped.

There are not many mutants in this world.

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Rebirth in hell.

In just over half a month, the Rebirth Hell has become completely different. Factories have sprung up from the ground. A large number of demons corroded by demonic energy are working overtime to build factories under the command of a dwarf.

These factories include robot manufacturing factories, large steel plants using volcanoes as energy, and various parts factories. It is obvious that Andrew wants to make robots.

The biggest credit for the factory being able to rise so quickly is Andrew himself. He has control over this hell. Building a factory couldn't be easier. However, he cannot make various precision instruments. He needs to buy them from the earth or bring people with him. Made by myself.

"There are too few workers and the efficiency is too slow."

Andrew (the demon king's body) shook his head. Currently, there are only a few hundred demons in the rebirth hell. He got them from the casino, which is far from enough.

"BOSS, are you looking for me?"

The dwarf in ghost form floated in front of Andrew and asked respectfully. His name is Bolivar Trask. He is a scientist. He believes that mutants will replace humans in the future, so he develops sentinel robots to exterminate mutants.

In order to succeed in research and development, the dwarf experimented on mutants. When Mystique Raven found out, she shot him dead at the peace conference.

Trask made a deal with Mephisto during his lifetime, so his soul was collected by Mephisto after his death and now falls into Andrew's hands.

Andrew asked: "I would like to ask, is there any way for you to strip the X gene from mutants?"

"Mutant?"

Trask's eyes lit up. I'm not tired of talking about this anymore. He said, "BOSS, it's difficult to strip off the X gene. It's not a foreign object. The best way is to kill all the mutants and leave no one behind."

Andrew was speechless and asked: "Do you hate mutants?"

Trask said righteously: "No, everything I do is to prevent humans from being replaced by mutants."

"That's disgusting."

Andrew snorted and said: "There is a mutant named Leech. He can eliminate the abilities of mutants around him, but it is not permanent. He will recover after leaving his side. If I give you his blood, can you study it?" How to completely eliminate the X gene?"

The leech is the little boy in "X-Men 3". Worthington Industries used his blood to develop an antidote for mutants. However, it was only effective for a short period of time - the United States had not verified the antidote beforehand. Of course, for them, , this is a normal operation.

At present, Worthington Industries should not have developed an antidote. Of course, even if it does, Andrew will not cheat souls with short-term potions. He is not as bottomless as Mephisto.

"Are there such mutants?"

Trask's eyes lit up. He thought for a while and said, "Permanent elimination is unlikely. However, I can design a restraining device and wear it on my body to suppress the X gene and turn the mutants back into normal humans."

Andrew touched his chin and asked: "Restrictor? Do you think those mutants who have failed to mutate and live miserable lives would be willing to exchange their souls after death for such a restrainer?"

Only then did Trask understand what Andrew was thinking, and he said: "There should be many people who are willing to, uh, exchange high technology for human souls. Why does it feel weird?"

"Because the painting style is biased."

Andrew complained, he said: "There are a lot of problems with the prohibition device. More importantly, it may be cracked by others. It is impossible for us to register a patent."

"You can use a chip to replace the restrainer, but it will take a lot of time."

Trask said: "BOSS, can't your demon power suppress the X gene?"

"I can use a curse to make them lose their mutant abilities, but releasing a permanent curse on a large scale is a bit difficult, even for me."

At this point, Andrew suddenly thought: "Wait a minute, if there is a special medium, my consumption will be greatly reduced."

Trask asked, "Special medium?"

"Yes, Trask, can you extract the factors from the blood of leeches that disable mutant abilities, and copy them in large quantities? Those factors can be used as my medium."

Andrew said excitedly: "Using those factors to activate the curse can easily suppress the mutant's X gene."

"No problem, but it will take some time and the appropriate equipment."

Trask replied confidently that although he was from a bygone era, his wisdom was not outdated.

Decades ago, Trask developed a portable instrument that could identify mutants. After his death, this technology was lost, and those scientists have not been able to replicate it until now.

"Very good. I'll have people get the leech's blood and instruments. You can start researching it as soon as possible and exchange the curse for the soul. This style will suddenly become normal."

Andrew smiled and said that the combination of technology and magic seems to be very promising. In fact, Asgard is taking this route.

Andrew secretly thought: "I have a lot of hell runes in my hands. I need to study them carefully. This can also improve my strength."