Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 101 Undercurrent
Meanwhile, the Buffett factory.

Sir Buffett was standing in front of the gate at this time, and behind him stood his secretary, Ymir Smith, with a humble expression.

"Is there any news about old Lynch?"

The chubby Mr. Buffett frowned.Due to the reports of the previous two days, he had to provide two-day holidays for his workers, and now there is no one in the workshop except him and Smith.

"Yes. I can feel that the toad's breath appeared briefly, and then disappeared. It should have woken up once in the middle, and then had to fall into a deep sleep or had already dealt with the other party."

The eyes under Smith's gold-rimmed glasses were mixed with undisguised madness, but Sir Buffett's attention was not on him.

"However, from the absconding of old Lynch, it can be seen that it is mostly the former."

"That old man is as timid as the rat he kept."

Buffett waved his stubby hand, covered in jeweled rings. "But I have given you two days to deal with your work. How is your progress now? Can you build the machine I want before the group of officially raised freaks notice this?"

"Maybe another day."

Smith replied vaguely.

"Another day?"

Sir Buffett's face was flushed with anger, and he pointed at Ymir's nose and cursed:
"I have already given you a lot of support! You said that making the machine I want requires the participation of extraordinary forces, and I need to provide a mother to produce babies with their own characteristics. I risked being approached by those freaks to help You abducted those female workers who couldn't work here, not to listen to you using various excuses to shirk!"

"Sorry, sir."

For a moment, it seemed that Emile Smith was about to have a fit.But soon he adjusted his mood and continued to speak to Buffett respectfully.

"Hmph..." Buffett took a breath, "Take me to see how you're doing."

"Yes, sir."

Smith stepped forward, the muscles in his arms swelled instantly, and he pushed open the heavy iron door with only his hands, allowing Mr. Buffett to go down the spiral steps inside the door, and he made a heavy sound on the iron stairs. footsteps.

After going down the stairs, the two came to a huge underground cavity.As soon as I stepped down the last step, an unbearable smell hit my face.It's like the smell in the airtight cabin after the portholes are closed when a storm comes, and it's like those old women who go to drink the blood of slaughtered animals as soon as the day dawns at the slaughterhouse in the Backlund Bridge area. The smell of hair.

However, Smith was clearly prepared. He handed a metal air filter to Mr. Buffett as soon as he opened the door.The other party put on the mask-like thing, and walked forward together with Smith, who was exposed to the air without any protection.

The interior of the hall is row after row of floor bunks, on which lay hundreds of women with blank eyes.Their clothes were so dirty that they could barely see their original style. Their long years of captivity made their skin look sickly white like a drowning person, and the exposed skin was covered with eczema or bed sores. The pressure caused the tissue to fester, and the surface of the sore was open like a live fish that had been scooped up, exposing the pink tender flesh.

Although their ages, identities and occupations are different, they have one thing in common in this hellish cage.The abdomens of all the imprisoned women swelled up to varying degrees, forming a stark contrast with their thin limbs, making them look like giant spiders with their legs broken, lying powerlessly on the ground.

Their hands and feet on the same side were fixed by chains, leaving them only room to turn over.The food bowls were fixed beside their heads, and inside were food that looked no different from pig food.There was nothing under them, no shelter, and the falling things would directly fall on the conveyor belt formed by the iron net below.Larger newborn babies are caught, while excreted waste falls directly through the wire mesh into the pit below.

However, neither Smith nor Buffett turned a blind eye to this hellish scene that even writers of fantasy novels dare not easily describe.They went straight to the room at the end of the conveyor belt, and the window at the end of the conveyor belt was connected to the guillotine. After the babies with hybrid Extraordinary characteristics were initially anesthetized by the gas in the hall, they would be killed by the guillotine without any resistance. Drop into the collection container below, until the mixed Extraordinary properties are completely separated out.

Smith walked to those containers and took a look, then roughly pulled the mutilated bodies aside with the iron hook on the side, and took out a few pieces of colorful Extraordinary characteristics from inside.

"Can these things work?"

Mr. Buffett pointed to the pieces of Extraordinary features in the opponent's hand with his cane.

"It is enough to simply fuse with the parts through alchemy."

Smith nodded, "I'm going to assemble them and parts to make magical items now. After installing this, that batch of machines will have the ability to be autonomous. As long as you throw in the raw materials, it will automatically produce the spindles you want .”

"Do it now, let me see the finished product by tomorrow night, and then get rid of the traces here within a week."

Buffett nodded in satisfaction.

His cooperation with Smith has lasted for a long time, and Smith has hidden himself as his company's financial secretary to avoid being discovered by the official Extraordinary that he is a craftsman.Smith, on the other hand, made mystical modifications to the machines in his company so that they could work on their own.

However, this kind of modification requires extraordinary characteristics, and if every machine is modified with extraordinary characteristics, I don't know how long it will take to get back the cost.At this time, Smith proposed to him a plan to connect a certain existence in the spirit world with reality through a ceremony, and bring the redundant Extraordinary characteristics to reality through the means of reproduction.So, he began to prepare for the flesh and blood factory in this underground cavity.

There are so many single street girls and female workers in the East District, one or two disappear every day, and no one will notice.

Thinking of this, Buffett smiled with satisfaction. However, he was surprised to find that his vision began to blur, and his heart burst due to the emotion of running away.

"It is true that the 'finished product' can be completed by tomorrow night," behind him, Emile Smith, or Roger Matafari, or Walter Schindry, looked at him because of his growing desire. said Sir Buffett, writhing in pain on the ground.

"But it's not the loom you want to see, and you can't see it either."

(End of this chapter)