The Lord of Hell

Chapter 10 Failed Mutants

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

Susan took out her mobile phone and threatened. Her words angered those tattooed men. They surrounded them aggressively. Susan was startled and couldn't help but back away. At this time, a tall figure appeared in front of her.

"roll."

Andrew shouted, several tattooed men were suddenly full of fear, turned and fled in panic, one of them fell to the ground with a bang because he was too frightened.

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

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

Susan sighed: "The mutants are pitiful, and the mutants who failed to mutate are even more pitiful."

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

"Yes, not all mutants can awaken successfully. About [-]% of mutants will fail to mutate. They have major defects and weak abilities, such as the two just now. Their official name is Ipsilon-level mutants. people."

Susan nodded, and she said: "In the past few years, the life of mutants has become more and more difficult. Other mutants are okay and can hide themselves. These mutants who failed to mutate are miserable. Many of them were kicked out of their homes and lost their lives. Work and become a bum."

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

"Twenty percent mutants who failed to mutate?"

Andrew's eyes lit up, who's soul is the best to deceive?Cough cough, the best contract is naturally a hopeless person, and those mutants who failed are all hopeless.

"I remember that there is a mutant who can disable the X gene. Hey, by the way, there happens to be a mutant expert in my hell."

Andrew thought to himself, those failed mutants would definitely be willing to exchange their souls after death in exchange for returning to normal. At that time, he might be able to count souls until his hands cramp.

There are not many mutants in this world.

……

Rebirth hell.

In just over half a month, the Hell of Rebirth was completely different. Factories sprung up one after another, and a large number of demons who had been eroded by demon energy worked overtime to build factories under the command of a dwarf.

These factories include robot manufacturing factories, large-scale steelmaking plants powered by volcanoes, and various accessory factories. It is obvious that Andrew wants to make robots.

The factory can be built so quickly, the biggest credit is Andrew himself. He has the control of this hell. It is easy to build a factory. However, he can’t make all kinds of precision instruments, so he needs to buy them from the earth or bring people with them. Make it yourself.

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

Andrew (the body of the demon king) shook his head. Currently, there are only a few hundred demons in Rebirth Hell, and 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, a scientist. He believes that mutants will replace humans in the future, so he developed sentinel robots to exterminate mutants.

In order to develop it successfully, the dwarf experimented with mutants. After Mystique Ruiwen found out, she shot him dead at the meeting.

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

Andrew asked: "I want to ask, is there a way for you to strip the X gene from the mutant body?"

"Mutant?"

Trask's eyes lit up. I'm not sleepy when you talk about this. He said, "Boss, it's very 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, he asked, "Do you hate mutants?"

Trask said righteously: "No, everything I do is for human beings not to be replaced by mutants."

"That's disgusting."

Andrew snorted and said, "There is a mutant called Leech. He can eliminate the abilities of mutants around him, but it's not permanent. If you leave him, you will recover. If I give you his blood, can you research A way 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, but it was only effective for a short time-the United States had never verified the antidote beforehand. Of course, for them , which is normal operation.

At present, Worthington Industries should not have developed an antidote. Of course, even if it is developed, Andrew will not deceive the soul with short-term medicines. He is not as bottomless as Mephisto.

"There are such mutants?"

Trask's eyes lit up, he thought for a while, and said, "Permanent elimination is impossible, but I can design an inhibitor, wear it on my body to suppress the X gene, and turn the mutant back into a normal person."

Andrew rubbed his chin and asked, "Restrictor? You said those mutants who failed to mutate and lived in miserable lives, would you be willing to exchange their souls after death for such a restrainer?"

It was only then that Trask understood Andrew's thoughts. He said, "There should be many people who are willing, uh, to trade high technology for human souls. Why does it feel weird?"

"Because the painting style is off."

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

"A chip can be used instead of 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 ability to mutate, but releasing a permanent curse on a large scale is a bit difficult even for me."

Speaking of this, Andrew suddenly felt a move in his heart: "Wait, if there is a special medium, my consumption will be greatly reduced."

Trask asked, "Special medium?"

"Yes, Trask, can you extract the factors in the blood of the leeches that disable the mutant ability, and reproduce them in large quantities? Those factors can be my medium."

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

"No problem, but it will take a little time and corresponding equipment."

Trask replied confidently that although he was a man of a bygone age, his wisdom was not outdated.

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

"Very well, I'll have someone get the leech's blood and equipment. You start researching it as soon as possible, and exchange the curse for the soul. This style of painting will suddenly become normal."

Andrew smiled and said that the way of combining technology and magic seems very clever, but in fact, Asgard is taking this route.

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

(End of this chapter)