Garbage Serum

The battle was over in less than a minute.

Matthew slowly stood up and walked to the stunned Stryker. He took the potion from Stryker's hand, looked at it, and then contemptuously tossed it into the trash can.

"Trash, Stryker, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"You have Mutants protecting you? You've truly been bewitched by Satan."

Even now, Stryker remains stubbornly convinced that his ideas are correct.

"You bumpkin, this is the bodyguard service of the Demon Group. What's wrong with me, as president, hiring a few bodyguards?"

Matthew scoffed.

That's right, he used all thirty million in his account to hire bodyguards. Being president is a high-risk job, and he wouldn't feel safe without a few bodyguards. Thinking of this, Matthew couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness and regret.

Even the president is poor; he can't afford superpowers.

Matthew didn't bother to say anything more to him. This colonel had stormed the White House and killed a lot of people. If this wasn't handled properly, he might have to retire early.

He's a complete menace!

He walked to the table, picked up the phone, and quickly dialed a number, intending to have Stryker taken away for a public trial the next day.

The crime was so heinous that just thinking about it made Matthew feel he deserved to be shot for ten minutes.

While waiting for the call, Matthew's gaze inadvertently drifted to the still-on computer.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and his eyes involuntarily moved closer.

The task section is full of tasks involving fighting or scientific research, which he usually avoids because they annoy him.

But today, there's an unusual task ahead.

Mission: Find William Stryker and bring him to the Demon Group. 3000 Contribution Points if he's alive, 500 Contribution Points if he's dead.

Posted by: Mutants community.

The release time was yesterday.

It's worth noting that William Stryker has an extremely high reputation among Mutants.

His persecution and harm to Mutants made every Mutants hate him to the core.

So, having made a fortune alongside Magneto, the Mutants, led by Logan, banded together and issued this mission.

Matthew's pupils dilated in shock. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, wondering if he was seeing things. After confirming several times, he exclaimed, "3000 Contribution Points?"

A voice came from the phone. "Mr. President, what are you saying?"

"It's okay, it was a wrong number!"

Matthew hung up the phone without hesitation, his gaze fixed intently on Stryker.

This is his lucky charm.

"President, what do you want to do?"

"Knock me out! Take me to the Demon Group right now!"

The Shadow Ninja swiftly swung his blade, delivering a devastating chop that knocked Stryker unconscious.

Three Shadow Ninja, along with the President, Stryker, and Death Woman, vanished into the shadows in an instant.

When Matthew opened his eyes again, he found himself in the office of the Demon Group.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already in the Demon Group's office.

"Mr. Matthew, what brings you here?"

"Mr. Tom, I'm here to submit the mission. William Stryker, 3000 Contribution Points."

Matthew eagerly picked Stryker up from the ground, like displaying a trophy.

"Mr. Matthew, you're quick. I didn't even have time to make a move."

Tom shook his head regretfully. He had already used his connections to try and get Stryker's place, but he had been beaten to it.

"This guy practically delivered himself to our doorstep today."

Matthew looked smug, as if he had won the lottery.

Tom listened quietly, and after Matthew finished speaking, he pointed to the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind the president.

"Do you know this Mr. Matthew?"

Matthew turned his head in confusion, only to see armored vehicles belonging to the military slowly driving in, completely surrounding the building.

Each soldier was fully armed, their guns and ammunition gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Ma'am Law, who gave them the right to mobilize the army in the city?"

Veins bulged on Matthew's forehead, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief.

Matthew thought of something, picked up Stryker from the ground, and slapped him hard several times.

Snap snap snap...

Stryker was abruptly jolted awake by the slaps, and several red, swollen handprints instantly appeared on his face.

"You bastard, what have you done?!" Matthew roared, his voice almost lifting the roof off.

"Mr. President, do you think I'm the only one who's unhappy with Mutants?"

"Once today's battle begins, regardless of victory or defeat, humans and Mutants will wage war. At that time, Satan's conspiracy will be thwarted, and I will be the savior of this world."

Stryker was bruised and battered, but he still looked deranged.

"FK, you're insane."

Enraged, Matthew punched him, breaking his nose and splattering blood everywhere.

"Mr. Tom, you go ahead, I'll go see if I can stop them."

After Matthew finished speaking, he looked at the Shadow Ninja.

"Shadow, take me down there, as fast as you can."

After Matthew disappeared, the door was pushed open, and Tom's secretary appeared.

"President, there are soldiers all below! Should we run?"

"Call me Acting President. Tell everyone to work quietly. Your salaries are going to double today. Think about who we're working for. What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, Acting President!"

The secretary stared at Tom with fascination; his confident demeanor was truly captivating.

Tom chuckled and shook his head. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the farce unfold below with a relaxed expression.

Upon reaching the bottom, Matthew blocked the soldiers' path.

"I am the president. Who gave you the order to send this team out? Bring him out here!"

Matthew shouted, his voice filled with anger and authority.

However, when faced with the president, the soldiers simply stared at him blankly, as if they couldn't hear anything.

Command: Kill him.

The soldier's communicator rang.

The soldiers at the front raised their guns, and to Matthew's alarmed gaze, tongues of fire carrying bullets spurted out.

From the shadows beneath his feet, several hands appeared without warning, gripping Matthew's ankles tightly and pulling him forcefully. Matthew was instantly dragged into the bottomless shadows.

In the office of the building, Matthew appeared again, bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily, his chest heaving.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Damn, those 30 million were totally worth it.

"You bastard, you used your garbage drug on the soldiers!"

Matthew glared at Stryker with hatred in his eyes, which seemed to spit fire. This was the first time in his life he had ever hated someone so much.

"It works very well, doesn't it? Although the time is shorter due to dilution, it's enough. During this time, they are fearless and execute the user's orders 100% without fear of death."

Stryker wore a maniacal grin, showing no remorse for his actions.