Chapter 11 Mutant factory

In a CIA safe house in Mexico City, Alejandro carries a medical kit and treats Isabella's wounds. To the uninitiated, the two look like father and daughter.

It's just that Isabella has turned extremely pale from fear, and her teeth keep chattering, but she's afraid to make the slightest move, which ruins the warm atmosphere a bit.

"Please let me go. No matter what the request is, my father will grant it."

Her voice trembled so much that Alejandro did not seem to hear her, and he simply cleaned the wound with alcohol and bandaged it carefully. There was no emotion or anger in his expression, as if this little girl, who could easily be strangled to death, was just an unrelated stranger.

Broly leaned against the wall and stared at Isabella. Whether in his previous life or in this one, he did not have a good impression of drug dealers.

"Aren't you going to kill her?"

His words made Isabella jump like a frightened deer and look at Alejandro with pleading eyes.

"Hahaha! She sees you as the lifesaver."

Broly said with a laugh.

Alejandro's expression did not change at all.

"She still has a use, now is not the time to kill her."

His words made Isabella collapse completely.

Filippo Toreyes was in a state of fear and rage. His men found videos of the incident on the cell phones of onlookers at the scene. Although the video is very blurry, you can see that the mutant among the kidnappers is extremely powerful. The artificial mutants he bought from the Mutant Factory were no match for him.

This was the first time he had seen such a powerful mutant, so powerful that it made people tremble. Where did the Mata Group find this monster?

Miguel Reyes and Burton Herrera, who stood to the side, had equally unhappy faces.

Filippoto hooked Bolton's neck with one hand and said in an angry tone against Bolton's ear.

"Baromata, he attacked my family without mercy. Only a madman would do that to my daughter. He's dangerous. Crazy beast. I want him dead. He can't wait until next year. I don't want you to kill his lawyer and his accountant. And small roles like finance, I want you to kill his secretary, his partner! Anyone who helped him, I want them to die! Anyone who licks the stamp and puts it on the envelope with his name on it, I want them to die! Then find me everyone who has shaken hands with him and kill them all!"

Just because his daughter had been kidnapped, Filippoto would not lose his cool. What really made him angry was that he felt his life was threatened.

"No matter what it costs, bring Francis here, especially the woman under him. They are the best in dealing with mutants."

This threat reminded him of the humiliation and fear he felt when he was a bandit. Back then, he and his brother Miguel had to give two-thirds of the money they stole to the gang leader. Later, they teamed up to kill the boss, went independent, and formed the huge Reyes Group.

"I understand, boss."

Bolton shrugged, and not long after, he was on a motorcycle or two, heading for the outskirts of Mexico City. This is a classic Harley Street Fighter with modified monkey handlebars. It is constantly weaving and overtaking in traffic, which is very arrogant.

The mutant factory was disguised as an ordinary chemical plant, not far from the main road in Mexico City. The Mexican president's tenuous control over the country makes them somewhat unscrupulous.

The checkpoint at the gate outside the factory was obviously very familiar with Burton, so he opened the gate barrier right away and let him in.

Burton parked his bike in the parking lot, pulled out a badge, and opened the heavy aluminum door. Inside is a very ordinary chemical plant layout, with thick pipes, huge reaction tanks and reactors. There are even a lot of workers pretending to keep production going. He entered the real mutant factory through a dark and damp underground passage.

"Welcome to hell!"

Francis, the head of the mutant factory, stood in front of Bolton, holding a folder in his hand and wearing a white coat. The scene behind him was indeed no different from hell. Ice water, electric chair, waterboarding, soldering iron, canes. The employees of the Mutant Factory tortured the test subjects in the factory in various ways, bringing them to a near-death state in order to stimulate the mutant serum injected into their bodies.

The shrill screams nearly pierce the eardrums. Some test subjects have been stimulated with the

There is truly no place on earth more like hell than here.

"We have created three new mutants this time. I think Mr. Filippoto will be very pleased."

Francis' face narrowed like a fox that has spotted its prey. A brainwashed mutant can be sold for at least $7 million, while the cost is no more than $150,000. Most of it is just the X-weapon serum. In chaotic Mexico,the cost of these experimental bodies is zero.

Thanks to these wealthy drug lords, they have made billions of dollars and supplied dozens of mutant thugs to this chaotic land.

It is like an arms race. As long as one side is buying mutants, the other side must buy an equal number of mutants to maintain a balance of combat power. Mexico's chaos is their best salesman.

Bolton pulled out his phone and clicked on the video.

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

Francis' face turned serious. He took the phone and played it back and forth, carefully watching Broly's movements in the video.

"This is not a product of our company. I'm not even sure if he's a mutant."

This was a variable Francis didn't care about on the surface, but in his heart he was very interested.

"As soon as he showed up, he killed the head lawyer of the Reyes Group, destroyed one of our factories, and kidnapped Mr. Filippoto's daughter." Burton described in detail what Broly had done. He said it. These things cannot be hidden, so it is better to say it directly: "We also suspect that he was responsible for the destruction of a transfer station."

"Now that the Reyes Group has exposed its weakness, Mr. Filippoto wants to hire you and Sand Angel to get rid of this person."

Burton said.

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

Francis gave the phone back to Burton.

"Money is not a problem. Mr. Filippoto is willing to spend a lot of money to ask for your help. What's more important is Mr. Francis. This group of people has broken the balance between the various groups. If the Reyes group is destroyed, the Mata group will only come to you with guns, not money to buy mutants.

Bolton was able to become the third mission of the Reyes Group not only because he was ruthless.

Francis was silent for a moment. Even though he doesn't take these drug lords seriously, the chaotic situation hinders his business. The people behind him don't want to see this situation.

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