Marvel's Kryptonians

Said the men.

"Then take revenge and go back to the mutant factory to buy mutants to deal with him!"

Filippoto roared like an angry lion.

As a drug cartel, their worst fear is to be perceived as weak.Competitors and partners will tear up and swallow the behemoth of the Reyes Group like a hyena smelling blood.

"Don't care how much it costs, invite Francis here, especially the woman under him, they are best at dealing with mutants."

The threat reminded him of the humiliation and fear of being a robber.

At that time, all the money he and his younger brother Miguel robbed had to be divided into two-thirds to the boss of the gang.Later, they teamed up to kill the boss, became independent and established the huge Reyes Group.

"I see, boss."

Bolton shrugged, and it didn't take long before he rode a motorcycle or two and headed for the outskirts of Mexico City.

This is a classic Harley Street Fighter, modified with monkey handlebars, constantly shuttling and overtaking in the traffic, very arrogant.

The mutant factory was disguised as a very ordinary chemical factory, not far from the main road of Mexico City.The Mexican president's fragile control over the country makes them somewhat unscrupulous.

The whistle on the gate outside the factory was obviously very familiar to Bolton, so he directly opened the gate lever and let him in.

Bolton parked the motorcycle in the parking lot, took out an ID card, and swiped open the heavy alloy gate.

Inside is a very ordinary chemical plant layout, thick pipes, huge reaction tanks, and reaction furnaces.

There are even a lot of workers pretending to maintain production.He entered the real mutant factory through a dark and damp underground passage.

"Welcome to hell!"

Francis, the person in charge of the mutant factory, was holding a folder in his hand and was wearing a white coat, standing in front of Bolton.

The scene behind him was indeed no different from hell.Ice water, electric chair, water boarding, soldering iron, clubs.

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The staff in the mutant factory are using various methods to torture the experimental subjects in the factory, putting them into a state of near-death, in order to stimulate the mutant serum injected into the body.

The shrill screams almost pierced people's eardrums.Some experimental subjects have been stimulated with the x gene, some have sharp bone spurs popping out of their bodies, some have skin that has turned into black scales, and some have grown fish gills.

There really is no place on earth more like hell.

"We have created three new mutants this time, I believe Mr. Filippoto will be very satisfied."

Francis squinted his face, like a fox that has seen its prey.

A brainwashed mutant can be sold for at least seven million dollars, but the cost does not exceed one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Bulkheads are just x-weapon serums, and these experimental ferrites cost zero in chaotic Mexico.

Thanks to these rich and powerful drug lords, they have earned billions of dollars and sent dozens of mutant thugs to this chaotic land.

This is like an arms race, as long as one party buys mutants, the other party must buy a corresponding number of mutants to maintain the balance of combat power.The chaos in Mexico is the best salesman.

Bolton took out his phone and clicked on the video.

"No, Mr. Filippoto asked me to come because he wanted to know, is this person your product?"

Francis' face became serious. He took the phone, replayed it back and forth, and carefully observed the movements of Wolverine in the video.

"It's not a product of our company, and I'm not even sure if he's a mutant."

This is a variable. Francis doesn't care about it on the surface, but he has a lot of interest in his heart.

"As soon as he showed up, he destroyed one of our factories."

Bolton told Wolverine in detail what he did. These things cannot be hidden, so it is better to say it directly.

"Now that the Reyes Group has exposed its weak side, Mr. Filippoto wants to hire you to get rid of this person."

Bolton said.

"Why should I help you? This person is very powerful and very tricky."

Francis returned the phone to Bolton.

"Money is not a problem. Mr. Filippoto is willing to spend a lot of money to ask you to sell. More importantly, Mr. Francis. This group has broken the balance between the various groups. If the Reyes Group is destroyed, the Mata Group will only Instead of money coming to you to buy mutants with guns."

Bolton's ability to become the No. [-] task of the Reyes Group was not just because of his cruelty.

Francis was silent for a moment.Although he didn't take these drug lords seriously, the chaotic situation did hinder his business.The people behind him don't want to see this situation.

After all, the annual military expenditures, the lords of Congress, the CIA, the FBI turn a blind eye, and most of the funds that come from unknown sources and whereabouts are partly spent here.

If something happened, he would sit on his toilet the next day and "suicide by swallowing a gun."

"Okay, let's talk about the price next."

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In Mexico City, an ordinary street-facing office building, with white-collar workers in formal attire constantly coming in and out.

No one would have guessed that the fifth floor of this office building is a laboratory of the Reyes Group.The poison pulp that has been roughly processed in the jungle is irradiated by high-temperature sodium lamps, and after drying, it becomes the finished product of cocaine.

Every year, nearly [-] tons of products can be manufactured here.

The Reyes Group kept things very secretive. Even the clerks working downstairs didn't know that a poisonous nest was around them, producing these crazy and depraved little powders day and night.