Marvel's Kryptonians

Chapter 406 Wolf and Prey
In the production base, a group of women are producing drugs, and their working conditions are extremely harsh.

The Reyes Group did not purchase any labor protection equipment for them. The hot air, poisonous acid mist, choking smoke, and flickering high-pressure sodium lamps all harmed their health.

Because these women inhaled too many toxic chemicals, their skin was terribly rough, covered with spots, their limbs were thin, their bodies were shrunken, and their expressions were a little demented, as if they were walking dead.

They were prisoners of this factory, trafficked by Reyes from all over the place, and they worked in the factory day and night.

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

Several gunmen supervised their work to prevent them from secretly smoking the finished product.Because they have worked in drug factories for a long time, almost all of them have drug addiction.

The remaining shooters were in three offices in the garage, mostly wearing floral shirts, and some were shirtless, showing tattoos on their arms.

The air-conditioning in the office was fully turned on. The gunmen were drinking iced whiskey and cigars while playing cards. Rolls of US dollars were placed on the card table.

"boom!"

An incomparable force directly tore the iron door of the office away from the door frame, and the heavy iron door flew into a gunman and stuck it to the wall.

Wolverine walked in, and the gunmen were startled and flustered when they saw someone broke in suddenly.

A gunman tried to shoot a pistol on a poker table and was punched in the chest before he could pull the trigger.

There was a crackling sound of ribs shattering, a large piece of his chest was dented, and his internal organs were beaten to a slime.

He stepped forward, punched one by one, and killed more than ten gunmen in a row within two seconds.

Some gunmen with quick reflexes finally drew their pistols and rifles and started shooting. Wolverine picked up the rifle and fired at them.

There was a burst of bean-popping gunshots in the office, and the howling bullets pierced holes one after another in the desks and chairs. The punctured whiskey flowed wantonly, and fragments of playing cards and dollar bills flew in the air.

It didn't take long for the gunshots to suddenly quiet down.

Accompanied by the sound of glass bottles being crushed and the sound of glass rubbing against floor tiles, Wolverine walked out of the office, drinking a bottle of whiskey.

There were four or five bullet holes in his clothes, and there was not even blood on the skin inside.

As he kills more and more, the more power he gains, this defense is Zod's reward for him.

The gunshots in the office alarmed the gunmen in the other offices, and they asked loudly in the direction of Wolverine as if they were facing a big enemy.

"boom!"

A gunman who quietly opened the grenade ring was suddenly shot in the head by a bullet from the attic, and the grenade rolled to the ground. The remaining gunmen rushed out of the office, and within a few steps, they were shot Shot down.

He was like a rabbit hunter in hunting season, shooting these wolf-hunting gunmen, and occasionally swung his rifle, like playing baseball, and beat the gunmen who tried to rush up to melee to a pulp.

It didn't take long before killing people was like eating and drinking Wolverine and killing everyone here, except for the women who were frightened.

He chased the women away, then sat at a table and lit a cigar.

Smoking a cigar while drinking whiskey, it feels very refreshing to be immortal anyway.

……

"Who is it! Is it someone from the Matta Group?"

Filippoto Reyes was bearded, brownish-skinned, and his skull was as large as a lion's.

At this time, he was obviously in anger, his eyebrows and hair were trembling, and his face was flushed with blood.Everyone in the room fell silent with the dangerous aura emanating from him.

Everyone knows what the consequences of offending Filippoto are.

After suffering the most agonizing torture, the hanging of the body from a street lamp was nothing more than a common practice of the Reyes Group.He once chopped people into pieces and put them in the refrigerator to give to the enemy.

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

Since Wolverine has never hidden his intentions, the Reyes Group easily knew who was attacking them.

"A mutant?"

Filippoto was stunned. Mutants are still very intimidating to ordinary people at this time. After all, this universe is a pure mutant universe. Superheroes do not exist, nor does S.H.I.E.L.D.

In particular, the terrorist organization Brotherhood of Mutants has made the whole world terrified.

"It should have nothing to do with the Brotherhood of Mutants, it may be someone we offended before."

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

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

(End of this chapter)