In the production base, a group of women are making drugs, and their working environment is extremely harsh.

The Reyes Group did not buy them any labor protection equipment, hot air, toxic acid mist, choking smoke, flashing high-pressure sodium lamps, everything is hurting their health.

Because these women inhaled too many toxic chemicals, their skin was terrifyingly rough and covered with spots, their limbs were thin, their bodies were shrinking, and their expressions were a little demented, like walking corpses.

They were prisoners of this factory, sold by Reyes from all over the place, working day and night in the factory.

The longest one has not been exposed to the sun for three years, and the longer one is not without it, but it is just because it is "cleaned up" by the management staff because of illness.

Several gunmen supervised their work to prevent them from secretly sucking finished products. Because they worked in drug factories for a long time, almost all of them were addicted to drugs.

The remaining gunmen were in the three offices of the car repair shop. Most of them were wearing floral shirts, and some were shirtless and tattooed with one arm exposed.

The air conditioning in the office was very high, and the gunmen were drinking iced whiskey and playing cards with cigars in their hands. Rolls of US dollars were placed on the card table.

"boom!"

An unparalleled force pulled the iron door of the office away from the door frame, and the heavy iron door flew into a gunman and stuck it on the wall.

Wolverine walked in, and the gunmen were shocked and a little panicked when they saw someone suddenly breaking in.

A gunman tried to pick up the pistol on the card table and shot it. Before he could pull the trigger, he was hit in the chest.

There was a crackling sound of ribs breaking, and a large piece of his chest was sunken, and his internal organs were beaten into mud.

He made progress, punched one by one, and killed more than ten gunmen in two seconds.

Some quick-reacting gunmen finally pulled out their pistols and rifles and started shooting. Wolverine picked up the rifle and fired at them.

There was a burst of gunfire sound in the office, and the whistling bullets penetrated one hole after another on the table and chairs. The pierced whiskey flowed freely, and the cards and fragments of US dollars were flying in the air.

Not long after, the gunshot suddenly became quiet.

Accompanied by the sound of glass wine bottles being stomped and the sound of glass rubbing on the floor tiles, Wolverine walked out of the office with a bottle of whiskey drinking.

There were four or five bullet holes in his clothes, and there was no blood on his skin.

As he killed more and more people, he gained more power, and this defense was the reward Zod gave him.

The gunshots in the office alarmed the gunmen in the office. They asked loudly in the direction of Wolverine as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Bang!"

A gunman who quietly pulled the grenade ring suddenly was shot by a bullet shot from the top floor. The grenade rolled to the ground. The remaining gunman rushed out of the office and was shot to the ground by Wolverine after running a few steps.

He was like a hunter who hunted rabbits during the hunting season, shooting and killing these wolves and pigs. Occasionally, he swung rifles, just like playing baseball, and beat the gunmen who were trying to fight for the hand-to-hand combat into meat sauce.

Not long after, killing people was like Wolverine who ate and drank water killed all the people here, except for the terrified women.

He drove the women away and sat on a table and lit the cigar.

While drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar, it feels very good anyway.

...

"Who is it! Is it from the Mata Group?"

Filippoto Reyes has a beard and has a brown skin. His skull is very large, like a lion.

At this time, he was obviously in anger, his eyebrows and hair were trembling, and his face was red due to bloodshed. The danger emitting from his body was everyone in the room was silent.

Everyone knows what the consequences of offending Filippoto are.

After suffering the most painful torture, being hung on a street lamp was just the most common practice of the Reyes group. He once chopped people into pieces and put them in the refrigerator to give them to the enemy.

"No, we found out through the camera that was a mutant."

Since Wolverine never hid its plans, the Reyes Group easily knew who was attacking them.

"A mutant?"

Filippoto was stunned. Mutants were still very shocking to ordinary people at this time. After all, this universe is a simple mutant universe. Superheroes do not exist, and S.H.E.L.D.

Especially the terrorist organization of the Mutant Brotherhood has made the whole world frightened.

"It should have nothing to do with the Mutant Brotherhood, maybe it was someone we offended before."

The subordinate said.

"Then take revenge and find a mutant factory to buy mutant people to deal with him!"

Filippoto roared like an angry lion.

As a drug cartel, what they fear most is that they are thinking they are beginning to weaken. Competitors and partners will tear the giant Reyes Group to pieces and swallow them up like hyenas smelling blood.

"Don't worry about how much money it costs, invite Francis, especially the woman under him, who are best at dealing with mutants."

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

At that time, all the money he and his younger brother Miguel had to be divided into two-thirds of the money he grabbed to the boss of the gang. Later, they joined forces to kill the boss, went out to work alone, and established the huge Reyes Group.

"I got it, boss."

Burton shrugged, and soon after, he rode a two-motor bike to the outskirts of Mexico City.

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

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

The ward at the outside door of the factory was obviously very familiar with Botton, so he directly opened the barrier lever and put him in.

Botton parked his motorcycle in the parking lot, took out an ID card, and swiped open the heavy alloy door.

It is a very ordinary chemical factory layout, with thick pipelines, huge reaction tanks, and reactors.

There were even many workers pretending to maintain production. He entered the real mutant factory through a gloomy and wet underground passage.

"Welcome to Hell!"

Francis, the head of the mutant factory, was standing in front of Borton with a folder in his hand and wearing a white coat.

The scene behind him is indeed the same as hell. Ice water, electric chairs, waterboards, soldering irons, and sticks.
Chapter completed!