272 Chapter 269 deal (first shift, requesting monthly votes)

Manhattan, in the chairman's office on the top floor of the Gustav Group building.

"Assholes ...... are assholes!"

On a special high-tech wheelchair lay a greasy middle-aged bald man who weighed more than two hundred pounds, had a big belly and could no longer see his neck.

Next to him, followed a young beauty with a hot body, wearing round-frame glasses and a secretary's uniform: "Who pissed you off again?"

"The damned Kornet Group, and everyone in the company ...... all the stupid little people."

Slapping the armrest on his wheelchair with all his might, the obese man became more and more agitated as he spoke: "Every one of them is ultimately useless waste, parasites, eating and excreting is their meaningless way of living!

And the most valuable and successful and talented people like me have ended up in such a situation, such a dilemma!"

"Oh, the honorable Mr. Gustav, you're not in a good mood today, are you?"

Being sprayed with a head full of spit, the secretary wiped her face as if nothing had happened and smiled fawningly, "Boss, I know losing your legs in a car accident may not improve anyone's behavior and attitude, but ......"

"All of them are bastards!"

Seemingly dead tired of cursing, Gustav kicked in two breaths and looked to the assistant next to him, "How's the search for that drunk driving pest going, Carmine?"

"Uh...you're the one driving drunk."

Asked this question, the woman called Carmine breathed a sigh of relief and was quite speechless: "That afternoon, boss, you drank about a liter or so of bourbon.

Then, alone, you went racing in an Aston Martin sports car, crashed into a school bus, and killed eight children.

You don't forget that, do you?"

"Damn! How can they be compared to me!"

Being reminded of this, Gustav suddenly froze, and then became even more irritable: "The value I created could buy 100,000 of these little feral seeds!"

'If not, I would stay here to serve you, a disgusting swine?'

With a secret sarcasm in his heart, Carmine lifted the frame of his glasses and his face became more smiling: "It's indeed their fault, they are all blind people who don't know to make way for you, and all deserve to die."

As the third-ranked oil tycoon in the U.S. empire, a super-rich man with tens of billions of dollars, his boss does have such a bottom line.

"And that damned Kornet Group, actually unwilling to help me fix my legs, damn it! They clearly ......"

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After ten minutes of meaningless cursing like this, a low, grim voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"Gustav, Marshall and the others are dead."

Hearing this voice, Gustav changed his previous 'tyrant' demeanor and cautiously said, "My lord, how come? They were your specially sent emissaries."

"Someone has discovered their movements, and we need to speed up the plan."

Gustav blushed with difficulty, "But it is impossible to find those sacrifices for you in a short time without concealing them from the others."

"If you want to stand up again, Gustav, do as I say."

After a moment of silence, Gustav's heart crossed and he said in a deep voice: "My Lord, how many sacrifices are still missing?"

In that car accident, he lost not both legs, but three legs, and could no longer experience the joy of manhood, and his life lost its meaning.

After seeking various means to restore his limbs, he could only dead horse, turning to a family heirloom of mythological writings, carved the spell of the demon summoning recorded above.

Surprisingly, his summoning actually succeeded!

And the demon named 'Kazan' also briefly restored his body for him to experience a man's pleasure, but then withdrew this ability.

This demon then offered a deal, just like in the legend.

"Fifteen."

Receiving this answer, Gustav's gaze was fixed, and he looked at his secretary and said with a straight face, "Carmine, didn't those bastards from the company want to see me? Tell them to get their asses over here immediately."

"But, boss, it's 1:23 am."

Glancing at his left wrist, Carmine was a little confused as to what his boss was mad about again.

If it wasn't for the huge salary of one million dollars a month, she wouldn't want to stay next to this psycho.

And the conversation between Gustav and Kazan just now was like a hallucination, not existing in her world at all.

"I don't care what time it is, tell them to get their asses over here in half an hour, or they'll all roll their covers and get out tomorrow!"

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Gamma Squad and other special operations forces usually stationed in the secret base.

A special interrogation room, Johnny is still unconscious, the whole person is fixed on top of a device similar to the electric torture chair, in front of which stood a man and two women.

"How about it, can you read the mind in his head?"

Seb turned his gaze to the little witch next to him.

He had already tried the memory reader each other's memories, but unfortunately nothing, all he got was a garbled code without any meaning.

Shaking his head, Wanda began to tell the information he had probed: "I can feel that there are two wills in his mind, one full of anger, tyranny, destruction and other evil thoughts, and the other full of regret, sadness, self-reproach and other negative emotions.

The two are evenly matched and are fighting fiercely for the dominance of this body."

Seb's mind moved and instantly thought of a possibility, suggesting to the little witch, "Can you put, help the other will to suppress that evil thought."

"I'll try."

Received Seb's suggestion, Wanda step in front of Johnny, stretched out his hands on both sides of the other's temples, slowly closed his eyes.

Immediately after, a faint scarlet curtain of light floated out from the little witch's palm, and under her guidance, slowly drilled into Johnny's brain from his temples.

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A world filled with the smell of sulfur, burning with never-ending flames, the earth everywhere flowing with crimson lava.

Two flaming figures constantly crossed paths, you punch, I kick, in this dead world of the most primitive physical combat.

"Give it up, Johnny."

The skeleton burning blue and white flames swung a fist and punched the skeleton burning bright yellow flames to the ground, compelling, "Barton is dead, Roxanne is dead, Daniel is dead.

You've been resisting my power, and as a result, you can't even protect your own family, and you're even trapped in hell by that group of ants.

Why not give me this body, I will complete the revenge for you, Mephisto, Beelzebub, Azazel ......

Don't worry, none of them can escape!"

"Shit! Don't think I don't know what you want, Zatanos!"

A kick sent the enemy in front of him flying, and a hoarse voice came out of Johnny's mouth, "You're no better than those bastards."

"Oh, you think that angel will you from ...... eh?!"

Just as he was about to say something, Zatanos' face changed and he looked up to the sky.

Suddenly, the whole world instantly turned into a scarlet color, an incomparably terrifying special energy emerged out of thin air and swept straight towards Zatanos.