[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

"Wow! Children's Paradise! We are actually in Children's Paradise! It's great!"

Standing in the children's dream paradise, the children who could no longer have a normal and happy childhood since awakening their mutant abilities cheered excitedly.

Some children even shed tears.

The fairy tale paradise that has been only seen in comics and TV for a long time, unexpectedly...

"Matthew, you're such a nice guy!"

The little wolf girl held Matthew's hand and showed a sweet smile.

Eight-year-old Marian looked at Matthew with admiring eyes.

The fart kid Kevin felt very uncomfortable.

Although he also admitted that Matthew is a good person, he not only took them in, but also took them to visit the children's paradise, and even promised to send them to the X Academy in New York to join Professor X.

but--

The blood cloak hunter is the most handsome!

Bloodcloak Hunter's companion "March Hare" is also super cool!

Matthew is just a good-looking average adult!

The teenager Kevin was thinking radically, and his attention was uncontrollably attracted to the ice cream truck not far away.

After all, he's only 15 years old.

Finding that the children's eyes were attracted by the ice cream truck, Matthew smiled and led them to the front of the truck, and said to the sales staff dressed as fairy tale characters: "Twenty servings of ice cream, one for each flavor."

"Matthew, you are amazing!"

The little wolf girl smiled happily.

Marian and the others all laughed together.

The boys headed by Kevin did not want to admit Matthew's excellence, but when the ice cream was finished, their bodies consciously leaned forward, took the ice cream, and said while eating: "I ate it because you asked me to eat it...I have already eaten it. It's a big boy... a big boy doesn't eat ice cream, something that children like..."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

Matthew glanced at the restaurant not far away: "Pasta? Pizza? Or fried chicken? Steak?"

"Can I have a copy?" a boy asked timidly.

Matthew: "Of course, my little prince."

……

After ordering and distributing the gift dolls to the children who were waiting excitedly, Matthew received a call from his titular boss, Hollywood gold agent Smith.

"Where are you?"

Smith's voice was burning with eagerness.

Matthew looked up, looked at the children laughing and playing, and said, "I'm—"

"I don't care where you are now! I'll give you half an hour and rush to my office!"

"Smith, what happened?"

"I'm your boss! I asked you to come here without explaining why! Or, do you want to be fired?"

"Smith, I—"

"Half an hour!"

After speaking, Smith hung up the phone.

Matthew stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass with his mobile phone in his hand, and the map of Los Angeles appeared in his field of vision:

From the children's playground to Smith's office, it takes about 10 minutes to drive, but before leaving, he has to send the children back to the bar, or find a trustworthy person to come to the children's playground to take care of these children for him.

However, it takes at least an hour to drive from Children's Paradise to Morning Star Bar.

I can't get to Smith's office in half an hour, can I?

[I can have you appear in Smith's office instantly, provided that you can find a companion who is willing to take care of and can take care of these mutant children within half an hour. 】

Los Angeles City Sense gives Matthew ideas.

Matthew also thought of this, looked around and saw——

A masked man who was tall and strong, who was too tall and strong to appear in a children's playground.

This guy……

[Don't you like it?He looks tall and has a strong self-healing ability, and he will not be injured indiscriminately by the children. 】

Los Angeles City Will enthusiastically recommends Deathstroke to Matthew as babysitter for the children.

Matthew: He didn't think he needed to be so self-absorbed.

Don't you think his looks are dangerous?

Matthew reminds Los Angeles City Will.

[Honey, this is Los Angeles. 】

Following the humming of an unknown meaning from the Los Angeles city consciousness, the murderous death knell walked up to Matthew, as if replaced by a soul, and paid tribute to Matthew, even the mask couldn't stop his gushing enthusiasm.

"Brother, you are so handsome...do you need my help?"

Matthew: "..."

I said I would like to ask you to take a part-time job without pay to take [-] children to the amusement park, would you accept it?

"No matter what you ask me to do, I will do it willingly."

Deathstroke, whose consciousness was manipulated by the city consciousness of Los Angeles, looked at Matthew affectionately.

In fact, even without the psychic manipulation of the Los Angeles city consciousness, Deathstroke has been drawn to the dark aura of hell emanating from Matthew.

Standing in front of Matthew, he felt the extreme stimulation of licking honey with the tip of a knife.

Matthew: "Here's what happened. I just got a call. My boss asked me to be in his office within half an hour, but I have a lot of kids to take care of and I can't get away..."

"Baby-care? That's not what I'm good at."

Although the will has been tampered with, Deathstroke still remembers his basic settings.

"I want you to go to the office and bring before me the boss who ordered me to meet him in his office within half an hour."

"Just bring in front of you the boss who ordered you to his office within half an hour, and you'll praise me? Recognize me?"

Deathstroke, completely unaware of what stupid things he was saying, looked at Matthew excitedly.

Matthew: "After it's done, I'll go to the bar with you for a drink."

The bar is called Morning Star.

"No problem! I'm going to—"

Deathstroke paused: "Where is your boss's office?"

"Give."

Matthew, who had already written the address on the paper, handed the paper to Deathstroke.

The death knell is gone.

The kids' orders were just right.

Matthew put away his mobile phone and walked towards the greasy children.

……

Smith here-

After informing Matthew that he had to be at the office within half an hour, he made another call.

"Jem, I remember you told me yesterday that you like my new assistant very much. I just informed him that he must show up in my office within half an hour. If you are still interested in him, you can come to my office in advance to let him know." He serves you. Assuming he doesn't want to, there's rope and handcuffs on the second level of the liquor cabinet, and some props that might come in handy."

"Dear Smith, how generous you are!"

Jem accepted Smith's "gift" as a matter of course, and asked, "How much did the police find out about Lisa?"

"For the time being it's considered an accident..." Smith said, "because the murderer hasn't been caught yet."

"There must be a murderer to close the case?"

"Yes."

"Then give them the murderer!"

"But--"

"Lisa's case must be concluded as soon as possible without delay."

"Yes……"

Smith hung up the phone respectfully, raised his head, looked into the mirror's eyes burning with hell flames, and said to himself: "One day, I will hold everything I want in my hands!"

……

click...

The door lock opens...

A middle-aged Caucasian man of medium height walked into the office, walked to the wine cabinet, skillfully opened the second drawer, took out the rope and handcuffs, put them on the table, and did not close the opened drawer in time.

While the middle-aged man turned to open the red wine, Death Knell, who had already been lurking outside the window, glanced at the open drawer.

Oh oh!

All props!

There are even diamond-encrusted limited editions!

Deathstroke, who has always been helpful, decided to let the man "enjoy" before fulfilling the agreement with Matthew.

……

five hours later—

Matthew took the children back to the Morning Star Bar with happy smiles on their faces.

The bar hadn't opened yet, and the only customer was Deathstroke sitting on the bar.

"came back!"

Seeing Matthew's return, the death knell whose will is still under the control of the will of the city of Los Angeles immediately courted him: "Can you buy me a drink—"

"I'll take the kids back to their room first."

Matthew turned and led the children into the elevator.

——The Morning Star Bar is under the power of Lucifer?

Seeing that the elevator car can hold twenty children and one adult at a time without issuing an overload warning or appearing crowded, Deathstroke's mind, which is controlled by the will of the city of Los Angeles, suddenly tenses up.

He turned his head and asked the sexy and hot bartender who had been concentrating on lowering her head to wipe the glass: "Beauty, don't you think your bar is a bit..."

"Finally found out?"

Maze raised his head, half of his face was full of flesh and blood, hot and glamorous, and half of his face was bony and burning with flames.

"Welcome to hell."

"Hell? So you're the devil?"

"Yes, I am the devil."

Swish!

Mize showed his dagger.

Deathstroke couldn't control the killing instinct in his heart, and waved his fist: "Come on! My devil!"

I've never heard such a request for death.

The fallen angels who are best at torturing sinners in hell met the death knell without hesitation.

The flaming dagger pierced Deathstroke's heart, and blood gushed out.

Deathstroke feels the raging fire of battle, and the body and mind are in the ultimate joy. The self-healing ability operates at a high speed, giving the whole body a new impulse!

He feels like he's about to...

bang——

The elevator door opens.

Matthew stepped out and walked up to the death knell who was wrestling with Mize: "Hey! Can I pause for a while?"

"You want to join too?"

Death Knell, who was so excited by the flames of the battle that his facial features shifted, turned to look at Matthew.

Matthew: "Where's my boss?"

"Your boss?"

"That's the guy who called me and told me I had to be in his office within half an hour or be fucked."

"It was him."

Deathstroke paused the fight with Mize and said to Matthew, "He's in the trunk."

"Which trunk?"

[He parks the car in the alley behind the bar. 】

The City of Los Angeles will speak to Matthew.

Matthew nodded and walked towards the back door of the bar.

……

After throwing the hot potato to the Timberwolves, Leopard returned to the Brotherhood of Mutants, and felt the low pressure blowing towards her as soon as she entered the door.

"What's going on? Eric is in a bad mood?"

"We repaired the computer at the auction and found Anya that Eric wanted in the top-secret file. This girl's ability is very special."

"How special?"

"She's called the Angel of Wishes."

"A wishing angel?"

"It is said that she has the special ability to realize all the wishes of others. No matter how exaggerated the wish is, as long as a sufficient price is paid, it can be realized."

"This……"

Leopard Girl thinks this ability is absurd.

"But Eric believes that Anya is God's compensation for him, and that Anya can fulfill his mutant kingdom wish."

"Then where is Anya now?"

"I don't know, the top-secret file only records An Ya's ability, and - fifteen days ago, in the warehouse in New Mexico, she disappeared out of thin air under the surveillance of more than 100 people!"

"Deborah—"

Magneto's voice sounded, with an irresistible force: "Even if the whole of Los Angeles and San Francisco are overturned, Anya must be found! Unless Anya does not exist!"

……

boom!

Matthew opened the trunk of the tattered taxi, and there was a carefully bundled middle-aged greasy white man covered in fat, with a rag stuffed in his mouth and looking at him in horror.

Not Smith, his titular boss in Los Angeles.

Yes……

"Jem? Jem Festo?"

Matthew tore off the rag from the middle-aged man's mouth.

The man yelled: "That pervert! Crazy man! I must catch him! Hang him upside down among the wolves who have starved for ten days, until the wolves eat all the flesh! The blood is drained! Or throw him directly into the Sausage Blender! I %?&￥#@@##…”

After venting his obscenities, Jem's mood eased, he raised his head, and arrogantly said to Matthew in front of the trunk: "Boy, I'll give you a chance to make a fortune! Now, pull me out immediately and send me back to the Villa! Then completely forget that you have seen me here!"

"Have you ever wondered why I'm not the least bit surprised when I open the trunk to see you bundled up?"

Matthew looked at Jem who was stuffed into the trunk by the death knell leisurely, and the coldness from hell slowly overflowed.

Jem shivered involuntarily: "You...you...you...you and him..."

"Yeah, we're together."

Matthew happily admitted, dragging Jem out of the trunk by the hair, ignoring Jem's pig-killing screams, and dragging him all the way into the back kitchen of the Morning Star Bar, and throwing him into the storage bin full of vegetables, grains and frozen meat. Among the objects, he picked up a large sharp hook for hanging raw meat.

Jem's face turned pale with fright, and he screamed repeatedly: "What do you want! I'll give you what you want! Please! Don't kill me! Don't! Don't!"

"Why are you in Smith's office?"

Matthew played with the hook for hanging raw meat, and asked Jem slowly.

Jem: "I...I..."

"Don't you want to talk?"

Matthew lowered his head, his eyes wandered over Jem, and the raw meat hook in his hand flickered coldly.

"Don't come here! I can say anything! I can say anything!"

Before being stuffed into the trunk, Jem had already been terrified by Deathstroke's repair, let alone now——

"It's Smith! Smith asked me to go to his office! He said he has called you to his office, let me go... go..."

"What did you do in the past?"

"me……"

Jem took a breath and said, "I once showed interest in you to him, and he tried to flatter me..."

"Why is he flattering you?"

"because--"

"Say! What kind of collusion is there between you!"

Matthew raised his tone.

Jem: "I...I...I can't say!"

"can not say?"

Matthew walked up to Jem with a smile, stepped on Jem's palm, which was purple and black from the cold air in the storage room, and lightly crushed it twice.

"what!"

Jem screamed again, and hurriedly changed his words: "I...I...I said! I will say everything! I will tell you everything!"

"Then you want to talk about it?"

Matthew deliberately didn't mention it in order to get more information from Jem.

"Lisa! Lisa didn't die by accident! She died by murder! She's slipping out of our grasp, so we killed her!"

Jem spoke incoherently.

The way Matthew looked at him made him cold.

"The gangster who broke into the villa is one of yours?"

"They were an accident," said Jem. "And Lisa would have died that night if they hadn't broken into the cottage!"

"why?"

"because……"

Jem shivered. The cold in the storage room penetrated to the marrow, so cold that the blood in his veins was almost freezing.

"What?" Matthew asked step by step.

Jem: "I...I..."

"Can't you tell?"

"me……"

Unable to control his fear, Jem cried out, "Have you ever heard of a wishing angel?"

"A wishing angel?"

"Yes, the wishing angel..." Jem said with a grim expression, "About ten days ago, a girl who called herself a wishing angel appeared on the beach in Los Angeles...she has a wishing sticker, as long as you face the sticker Make a wish, and the wish will come true...

I suspected that she was a mutant and wanted to catch her, but I only got a wishing sticker from her hand. After I made a wish to let Lisa die, I gave the sticker to Lisa in the name of a good luck talisman, so that she would Stick it on your heart...by the way, the wishing angel has a nice name...her name is Anya..."

"Anya..."

Matthew squints...

The Omega-level mutant "Magneto" information provided by the Kespler system clearly mentioned that his mother's name was Anya.

"You know Anya?"

Jem was overjoyed, thinking he could escape.

Matthew shook his head, walked out of the cold storage room, and said to the ghost in charge of the storage room, "Keep an eye on him..."

[Obey, Master. 】

The ghost floated into the closet, and Jem was surrounded by a translucent white figure.

Jem thought the white figures were the ghosts of the innocents he had killed, and he was so frightened that he screamed.

So Matthew thought of one thing——

Lisa is dead...

But her soul neither became a ghost wandering the world, nor entered heaven or hell.

Lisa's soul...

Where did you go?

Matthew was thinking all the way out of the back kitchen and bumped into a soft "wall".

He raised his head, and the corner of his mouth brushed against Lucifer Chenxing's chin: "I..."

"Did you just wander off?"

"Yes."

Knowing that no one can keep a secret from Lucifer, Matthew confessed his confusion: "Lisa's soul didn't become a ghost, nor did she ascend to heaven or fall into hell. Where did she go?"

"Eat it." Lucifer said.

Matthew: "But she has made deals with the devil twice in order to achieve success. Will the devil who made the deal with her allow the obtained soul to be eaten by other forces?"

"If there is a huge difference in power, you must be willing if you don't want to..." Lucifer said, "Besides, she is very greedy, and the two demons traded with different targets."

"That is to say..."

Matthew thought of the wishing angel again.

"Lucifer..."

"what's up?"

"Do you know the wishing angel?"

"Why don't you just make a deal with me if you have something you want? Find a wishing angel at a distance?"

Lucifer looked dotingly at Matthew, a young human-demon hybrid full of guts and courage.

"I'm afraid I can't afford to make a deal with you..." Matthew said, "Besides, I'm not looking for a wishing angel to make a deal."

"why?"

"To verify one of my conjectures."

Matthew looked at Lucifer pleadingly: "Where can I find the wishing angel? Can you tell me?"

"She is by the sea, where you can see the castle..." Lucifer said slowly, "She is a wishing angel, and a lost soul longing for love."