Instructor

"No wonder you said materials wouldn't be a problem, Boss."

Howard suddenly understood. Both he and Trask were delighted. With sufficient materials, their research would definitely reach a new level. In fact, Artificial Intelligence and the Leech factor had been stalled for so long partly because of insufficient materials.

Next, Andrew teleported to the Air Fortress's main control room. When the Black Widows saw him, they all saluted. "Lord Demon King."

Looking at the stunning women, each beautiful in her own way, Andrew was in a good mood. He said, "Just call me Boss. Antonia, has the Black Widow roster been unlocked?"

"Boss, it has all been unlocked."

Taskmaster pressed a button, and densely packed red dots appeared on the screen. Those were the Black Widows, numbering around a thousand. In addition, the entire intelligence agency had tens of thousands of peripheral support staff.

Andrew released a projection and had him teleport to Earth to sign contracts with the Black Widows. At that moment, Drakov, down below, shouted, "I'm willing to surrender to you and serve you."

"My Hell has no need for trash."

Andrew sneered. Pointing at Drakov, he shouted, "In the name of the Demon King, I curse you: until I permit you to die, you will never die."

"All right, you may now take your revenge to your hearts' content."

Andrew said to the Black Widows, "No matter how many times he dies, he will resurrect, until you are satisfied."

"Thank you, Boss."

The Black Widows all smiled—ferocious smiles, cruel smiles, smiles of revenge.

When you lived by the sword, you had to pay the price eventually.

The next day, over a thousand Black Widows gathered before the square in Rebirth Hell. Every one of them was heroic and valiant, brimming with charm. Even a playboy like Howard stared wide-eyed.

It was not that he had never seen beautiful women. He had simply never seen so many top-tier beauties. Any one Black Widow, taken out on her own, would have been enough to make people drool.

"From now on, you are this Demon King's Royal Guard. You have two duties: one, to serve as Soldiers and fight for me; the other, to act as customer service representatives and help me sign Soul Pacts."

Andrew said to the Black Widows, "Normally, you may act freely on Earth and live your own lives, but you must attend missions and training."

A blonde beauty lifted her head and thrust out her chest as she shouted, "Boss, I don't want to return to Earth. I want to remain By His Side forever and serve at your command."

The Black Widows all silently cursed her with a B-word. Quite a few of them also shouted, "Boss, we're willing to stay by your side too."

Of course, some did not want to remain in Hell, such as Yelena, who had the same inherited short legs as her sister.

Howard stood nearby, so envious he was practically drooling. So many beautiful women, available for whatever he wanted—how was this Hell? This was Heaven.

"Don't be in such a hurry. After you die, you will be with me forever. Enjoy your lives on Earth while you can. Live for yourselves, and live brilliantly."

Andrew smiled. No matter how delicious something was, eating too much of it at once became boring. Take it slow.

Then Andrew pointed at the cold-faced Frank and said, "He is your captain and your instructor. From now on, you will follow his orders."

The Black Widows all looked at Frank, their faces full of defiance. When it came to fighting, the Black Widows had never believed themselves inferior to anyone.

Frank broke into a savage grin. He loved dealing with troublemakers, especially since he had been in a bad mood lately. Men always had a few days each month when their tempers were particularly foul.

"Don't underestimate your instructor. A few days ago, he single-handedly took out the CIA director, who was guarded by a group of agents. He is now one of America's top ten most-wanted criminals."

Andrew said, "CIA director William Rollins was the Mastermind behind the illegal drug trade. Frank showed him no mercy. He carried a rocket launcher and a machine gun into the safe house and blew him to pieces. The scene was so bloody that even veteran agents reportedly threw up."

The Black Widows were somewhat surprised. He had actually killed the CIA director. No wonder Boss had made him their captain.

Frank did not look proud at all. In fact, he did not think there was anything to be proud of. Compared to before, he had become noticeably colder. Now, he lived only for his family. As for glory, to hell with it.

"Frank, draw up a training plan."

Andrew said, "Once the training is complete, I will send you back to Earth."

"Yes, Boss."

Frank nodded and stepped forward to address them. "Boss says you are the finest agents and Soldiers, but as far as I can see, aside from being pretty and good at seducing men, you are worthless..."

Andrew was speechless. Frank had clearly maxed out his taunting skill. The Black Widows were practically going berserk.

"With this Royal Guard, rescuing people and signing contracts will both become much easier in the future."

Andrew was very satisfied. Rebirth Hell was growing rapidly.

At that moment, Andrew thought of something and used magic to contact Wind Demon. Wind Demon, dressed in a sharp suit and looking like a successful businessman, asked respectfully, "Boss, what are your orders?"

"How is the investment company doing?"

Andrew asked. During this period, the Three Demons had been using money to buy souls, and their harvest had been good. However, the followers of other Demons were doing the same thing, so the competition was fierce.

That was also why Wind Demon and the others had not had time to come to New York to rescue anyone.

Wind Demon said, "Things are going fairly well. We are strong enough to occupy three cities."

"Only three cities? I want them all."

Andrew was somewhat dissatisfied. He said, "I will send some people to help you fight. Expand your territory as quickly as possible."

Andrew planned to send the Black Widows to help. On one hand, they had nothing better to do. On the other, it would allow them to become familiar with fighting Demons as much as possible. Demon followers could use part of Demonic Power, and some were even half-Demons.

Sooner or later, Andrew would clash head-on with the other Hells. He was not content to be merely a Hell Lord. He wanted to become the Lord of Hell—the legendary Satan.

"Yes, Boss."

Hearing Andrew's dissatisfaction, Wind Demon, who had been feeling rather pleased with himself, said fearfully, "I will expand our territory immediately."

"Very good, Wind Demon. Do not become too absorbed in pleasure. Remember who gave you everything you have now."

Andrew snorted and waved a hand to cut off the communication. Wind Demon and the others had suffered too miserably in the past. Now that their circumstances had improved, they had become somewhat less driven and overly indulgent. They needed to be reminded.

Even this mighty Demon King was working so hard to gather souls. How could his subordinates slack off?

After the Black Widows finished their training, Andrew waved his hand and sent them back to Earth, allowing them to begin new lives. However, Taskmaster Antonia remained behind. Half-human and half-machine, she did not want to return to Earth and endure people's strange looks.

Andrew did not force her. He arranged for Taskmaster to stay in Rebirth Hell. Worth mentioning was that Howard, Trask, and Yinsen were all very interested in her—the mechanical parts of her body, that was.