Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 817 Hell Venture Capital
"Die! Die! All of you die!"

The strange creature with red skin and horns on its head is obviously not a normal human being, because humans cannot breathe fire from their mouths, nor are they covered with stitches, looking like a rag doll sewn by hand by a naughty boy.

The most outrageous thing is the weirdo’s head. That whole circle of stapler-like steel nails tells you at a glance what he has been through. At the same time, people are also worried that his big movements might shake his head off.

But with such appearance, it is no wonder that he was so angry that he almost lost his mind when he appeared. He set fire to more than a dozen cars nearby and continued to destroy everything in front of him.

Although the surrounding New Yorkers had no idea which secret laboratory the weirdo in front of them had escaped from, they all began to bend over and run away in a skillful and heartbreaking manner.

No matter whether it is a crispy office worker carrying a briefcase, or a vase lady carrying a handbag and wearing high heels, even the elderly who are old enough to wear diapers, they all take small steps that are light and fast, run very fast, and do not hesitate at all.

Only a few ignorant outsiders and tourists stayed where they were and screamed. The locals immediately looked at them with contempt, and then quickly moved away from these screaming chickens that were causing trouble. At the same time, they were glad that they could help delay time and increase their survival rate.

Sure enough, the weirdo attracted by the screams spit out two firemen running around with a breath of fire, and then tore and stomped the remaining ones to death with his hands and feet. The New York locals who were running away had already turned the corner. Those who needed to go to work went to work, those who needed to rush were in a hurry, those who needed to call a taxi called a taxi, and by the way, they gave the middle finger to the police who were setting up a defense line 300 meters away. Everything was so natural, as if it had become a part of daily life.

In fact, it was impossible not to adapt. Before the outbreak of the war, the crime rate in New York was so high that no case would be filed if possible. All disappearances were non-criminal cases and were excluded from the statistics as much as possible. Otherwise, the data would be impossible to see.

After the war, New York's crime rate did not increase by a certain percentage, but by a few zeros.

The advantage is that the surge in crime rates is directly linked to local gun sales. The higher the crime rate, the more people will buy guns.

Some legislators even proposed setting up emergency gun purchasing points on busy streets, that is, to have something like a vending machine where users can swipe their cards to buy fully ammunition guns to protect themselves in emergencies.

Of course, the price is more expensive, just several times the price, so it is most cost-effective to have a gun for daily use.

However, carrying a gun often means suffering more direct harm from criminals, so unless you have enough confidence in your American-style Iai, it is safer to carry some change.

This forces New Yorkers to carry change and small umbrellas when going out, and to avoid remote places as much as possible.

If you are unlucky enough to get into trouble, you can only pay the money obediently. If the other party has a good appetite and doesn't mind that you have hemorrhoids, then it's the turn of the oily small umbrella to come out. After all, being a donut filled with puffs is better than losing your life.

Although life is hard and tiring, and I have to go to the anorectal department to get patches from time to time, I can still maintain a normal life to some extent. However, the weirdos that randomly spawn all over New York are unbearable.

Sewers, office buildings, abandoned factories, no one knows where some weirdo who can spit fire and release infinite electricity will pop up from.

New Yorkers are not fools. They can naturally see that these weirdos are pathetic experimental subjects. Perhaps before this, they were just ordinary people busy with their lives just like them.

But after turning into monsters, they immediately burned, killed and looted, causing them great trouble.

What they can't stand the most is that they don't know whether these weirdos belong to the government or the capital.

This is also the reason why they have protested and demanded compensation many times but always to no avail, because no one acknowledges it, and if no one acknowledges it, there will naturally be no compensation. New Yorkers are extremely disgusted by this, but they can only accept the reality helplessly.

The problem is that people can hide, but cars and houses don't have legs. Once unfortunately affected, you will not have any insurance, but you still have to pay your loans. If you don't pay, you will be bankrupt directly, all your property will be confiscated, and you will be sent to an isolation area to fend for yourself.

There have long been special bounty hunters who deal with such incidents. They cooperate with the police and the courts to first freeze your assets, then lock down your location, and finally carry out the exciting arrest and escort.

Losing property and reputation basically means that this person has lost the qualification to survive in America, and is the kind of person that is an eyesore to behold.

Just as a quarantine zone was being set up, homeless people, defaulters, criminals and illegal immigrants were all thrown in.

Reality is despairing enough, but fortunately New Yorkers have their own heroes, the Beastmaster Team.

"It's Lady Eagle!" The policeman, holding a donut in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, finally waited for the person who could solve the problem and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The police have tried to solve these problems themselves, and even introduced Richter's power armor, but it has been a thankless task.

First of all, it is still unclear whether these weirdos fall within their scope of authority. Secondly, they are often ordered to capture them alive before they even start any action.

It was obvious that the person behind the scenes intended to use them to recover the out-of-control experiment.

There is no need to risk the truth being discovered by the public, no need to pay extra compensation or pensions, just one phone call and the escaped experimental subject will obediently return to the laboratory.

What a joke! Let’s not even talk about whether they can defeat them. Even if they can, these monsters are weapons in themselves. They can’t be dealt with by just handcuffing them and stuffing them into a car. Once they go berserk, they will be the first to die.

What's more, these monsters' miserable experiences have made them not trust anyone at all, let alone the police who are regarded as lackeys. The problem is that if they beat the other party to death, in addition to being scolded by their superiors, the body will be taken away by unknown people, and they will have no credit at all.

They were beaten to death, and even the normal compensation process was difficult because there is still no clear legal provision as to whether these creatures are considered human beings.

It's only a few dollars a month, and you suffer such injustice.

Soon the police below learned their lesson. Setting up a defense line 300 meters away was not their bottom line. Eating donuts while waiting for the appearance of superheroes became their daily routine.

As the holder of the Eagle Ring, Vanessa has the highest mobility in the Beast King Team, and is therefore the one who encounters the most emergencies. So don't panic when something happens, take out the bow and arrow and pull the string first.

As the bowstring was pulled, countless tiny wind blades turned into translucent wind arrows, which were held tightly by Vanessa until she let go, ignoring the air resistance and directly hitting the red-skinned, horned monster below.

The translucent wind arrow exploded instantly after hitting the target, and the spreading whirlwind swept the opponent up and spun him one hundred and eight times in the air before slamming him to the ground. He immediately lost consciousness and lay on the cracked concrete floor.

This is because Vanessa showed mercy, otherwise the outcome would have been no different from lingchi.

The group of people hiding in the dark were overjoyed when they saw this, and immediately began to prepare special restraint suits and large doses of anesthetics to retrieve the experimental subjects. However, after hearing the familiar roar, they decisively gave up and left work early.

Frank, riding a high-tech motorcycle, greeted Vanessa, who had a helpless look on her face, and then shot the red-skinned, horned monster who had not yet recovered from his daze. His bullet ignored the opponent's fire resistance and directly burned him into ashes of no use.

Obviously this is not the first time, so some people will just give up.

The reason why they executed them in the street so decisively was that both of them knew that although these weirdos were originally human beings, they were beyond saving.

Even though he still has some rationality now, he will soon become addicted to killing and become a real devil.

They had seen too many similar examples, which was why Frank killed Vanessa and she did not stop him.

Frank once tracked down the other party's secret laboratory and discovered that those bastards actually injected the devil's blood into the human body, trying to create a super soldier with a devil's body.

This type of soldier possesses physical attributes comparable to Captain America, and a few elite ones can also gain the ability to manipulate fire. Most importantly, they are cheap enough, so the related technology quickly spread.

As for where the demon blood came from and why it became so widespread, the story begins during the Battle of New York.

At the beginning, various forces captured some injured demons, but after leaving the hell realm of beast transformation, these demons can return to hell at any time because the earth has always been repelling them. It is not easy for them to stay, but it is easy to leave, even if they are weak or lose consciousness.

This means that the humans who capture demons have no means of threatening them.

However, humans soon found the demon's weakness, that is, human flesh and soul have a fatal temptation to the demon.

When the top leaders learned about this, they were ecstatic because they had billions of self-reproducing currencies, which was much better than printing US dollars.

So they made a deal with the devil, using flesh and soul as currency in exchange for devil blood and the power of hell, and the devilman was the initial product of the transaction between the two parties.

Nowadays, no one, including the government, the military, S.H.I.E.L.D. and major capitals, does not have the contact information of a few demons. It would be embarrassing to say hello to people in the circle, because not only will you fall behind, but you will also lose your future.

But don’t these people know that making a deal with the devil is no different from trying to get the skin of a tiger?

They knew very well, in fact they knew even more clearly that they would definitely go to hell, the only difference was which level of hell.

Since the outcome after death is unavoidable, investing in hell in advance and building an industry has become the latest operation in the capital world.

In their view, it doesn’t matter where you go after death. What matters is capital. As long as they have enough capital, demons will work for them and succubi will dance for them.

So these people happily made a deal with the devil, using souls as currency and flesh and blood as means of production, and began investing in hell.

Unfortunately, they don’t know that transactions with the devil are not that simple, because the real capital is not the human soul, but the power of hell, and all of this is in the hands of the devil of hell.

Everything they do seems so ridiculous to the devil, just like the look in the eyes of capitalists when they are harvesting leeks.

(End of this chapter)