35 Chapter 35: Conditions

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Chapter 35: Conditions

"She will stay in the ICU for a while. Please go and handle the formalities for her. I hope you have sufficient health insurance because the subsequent treatment costs will be very expensive."

The doctor nodded and led the nurses to transfer the patient. Frank looked at the departing hospital bed and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At that moment, a voice sounded beside Frank, "No need to worry so much. I promised you that she won't die."

Frank stiffly turned his head and looked at Andrew, who had suddenly appeared, asking, "Are you really the Devil?"

Andrew smiled faintly and teleported with Frank to the rebirth hell. He then said, "This is my hell. Uh, the air is a bit bad, please excuse it. It can't be helped. We are currently in a period of mass production, and the factory has been producing robots."

"Hell, producing robots?"

Frank looked puzzled, "This isn't some kind of joke is it?. How can there be factories in hell, let alone modern ones?"

Andrew laughed and took Frank on a tour of the robot factory. Finally, Frank accepted the reality. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Um Mr Devil, I'm grateful that you saved my wife and child. They mean everything to me, so I'm willing to serve you."

"But I won't do anything morally reprehensible, as I'm a soldier, and I have my honor."

"Honor?"

Andrew couldn't help but laugh, and he asked, "Frank, do you know why you were shot?"

Before Frank could answer, Andrew continued, "On the surface, it was because your wife, Maria, happened to stumble upon a transaction between two gangs. But in reality, someone set it up to silence her."

Frank was astonished and hurriedly asked, "Silence? Who?"

"Your superior in the Middle East. He used the bodies of fallen soldiers to smuggle illegal drugs into the United States and make a fortune. The operation you carried out in the Middle East, the Hellhound operation, was actually a silencing operation."

Andrew said, "You silence others, and others silence you. It's reasonable."

"That's impossible!"

Frank shouted with bloodshot eyes. Due to his extreme excitement, his burly body even trembled a bit.

Illegal drug trafficking and using the bodies of fallen soldiers to transport them—how could someone from army possibly engage in such morally reprehensible acts? In his anger, Frank also felt some fear. If this was true, what did his so-called honor mean?

"Your good friend Billy knows about this. In fact, they are planning to silence you, and Billy is aware of it too."

"Billy knows about this?"

Frank was struck once again, even taking two steps back in disbelief. That was his best friend.

Frank stared at Andrew, his anger resembling a volcano about to erupt. He said, "I don't believe it. I will personally investigate this matter."

Andrew said, "No problem. Do as you wish. If anything happens, I'll help you handle it."

At that moment, Howard on the side spoke up, "Soldier, trafficking illegal drugs is a tradition of the CIA. This matter definitely involves the CIA, so don't be careless."

"The CIA?"

Frank was momentarily stunned and then said, "I will uncover the truth of everything. If it's true, no matter who it is, I will send them to hell."

"Here's a mask for you. It will help you conceal your identity and withstand bullets."

Andrew threw a bone-white mask to Frank and said, "By the way, remember to bring back some evidence. The Daily Bugle always lacks front-page news."

"The Daily Bugle? Is it your industry?"

Frank was astonished. His wife had just told him in the morning that "The Daily Bugle" was the conscience of New York, more reliable than other newspapers.

Conscience, my foot. It's the Devil's industry.

"That's right."

Andrew waved his hand, and Frank disappeared. Then Andrew turned to Howard and said, "Customize a set of armor for Frank. He will be the commander of the Peace Knights."

"No wonder you value him so much."

Howard said, "It's no problem to customize armor for him, but we don't have all the materials we need."

Rebirth Hell had iron mines, which could provide steel and some alloys, but some high-precision materials needed to be transported from Earth.

Andrew wasn't lacking money, but the issue was that many materials required permits and channels. Even with money, they couldn't be bought, which is why the number of battle robots in Rebirth Hell was relatively small.

Andrew smiled and said, "Don't worry, materials won't be a problem soon. I will also reap a large number of perfect customer service."

Howard looked puzzled. Materials? Customer service? What do these have to do with each other?

Andrew didn't say more. He said, "During this time, you and Trask will work hard. The next disaster could strike at any time."

"The next disaster could strike at any time?"

Howard was astonished. "How many times has it been already? When did the Earth become so unsafe?"

Andrew said, "Since your son became Iron Man."

Howard: "..."

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Late at night, Natasha was still reviewing the information sent by S.H.I.E.L.D.

The past events haunted her like demons, making it difficult for her to rest and sleep. She needed to numb herself with work.

"There's no trace at all. How did Dreykov manage to do it? S.H.I.E.L.D. is the world's largest intelligence organization."

Natasha frowned. Just then, she suddenly found herself on a floating platform, facing a golden flame. Within the flame, a majestic figure appeared vaguely.

Natasha remained calm, observing her surroundings while preparing to speak. However, she found that she couldn't utter a word.

Andrew slowly spoke, "Natasha Romanoff, if you agree to the conditions in the contract, I will tell you how to find Dreykov and Antonia.

By the way, your former sister has been under Dreykov's control all this time, living a fate worse than death."

After speaking, a contract appeared in front of Natasha. The content of the contract was straightforward: complete secrecy regarding the current matter, no informing S.H.I.E.L.D., and personally searching for Dreykov. If she violated the contract, her soul would be claimed by the Devil.

Why didn't he demand Natasha's soul?

Because he knew Natasha would never agree easily, and more importantly, once she signed this contract, her soul would ultimately belong to Andrew. He was certain of this.

"Yelena is being controlled by Dreykov?"

Natasha was greatly shocked. She carefully read the contract in front of her and, after finishing, wore a puzzled expression. This contract was too simple. What did the Devil want to do?

Natasha pointed to her own mouth, indicating that she wanted to speak.

"Not signing? Then farewell."

Andrew raised his hand, and the illusion began to collapse from the outside. Natasha started to feel anxious. After hesitating for a moment, she pressed her hand against the contract. After all, the contract conditions were quite lenient, and more importantly, she had to find Dreykov and end everything.

Andrew nodded in satisfaction and said, "Go find your adoptive father, the Red Guardian. He will lead you to your adoptive mother, who knows where Dreykov is."

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