In less than a minute, the battle was over.
Matthew slowly stood up and walked to the stunned Stryker. He took the potion from Stryker's hand, looked at it, then contemptuously flicked his hand, throwing it into the trash can.
"Trash! Stryker, do you have any other tricks?"
"You actually have Mutant protection around you. You've truly been misled by Satan."
Even now, Stryker remained unrepentant, firmly believing his ideas were correct.
"Bumpkin, this is the Demon Group's bodyguard service. What's wrong with me, as the President, hiring a few bodyguards?"
Matthew scoffed.
That's right, all thirty million of Cali's quota was used by him to hire bodyguards. The President is also a high-risk profession; if he didn't hire a few more bodyguards, he wouldn't feel safe. Matthew couldn't help but feel a surge of helplessness and emotion at this thought.
The President is also poor; he can't even afford superpowers.
Matthew was too lazy to say anything more to him. This colonel forcibly entered the White House and killed a bunch of people. If this matter wasn't handled well, he might have to retire early.
He's simply a disaster!
He walked to the desk, picked up the phone, quickly dialed a number, intending to have Stryker taken away and publicly tried tomorrow.
This crime was so heinous; just thinking about it, Matthew felt it was enough to have him shot for ten minutes.
While waiting for the call, Matthew's gaze inadvertently swept over the still-open computer.
Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and his eyes involuntarily moved closer.
The task section was full of fighting or research tasks, which he usually wouldn't look at because they were annoying to see.
But today, there was an unusual task.
Task: Find William Stryker, bring him to the Demon Group, alive: 3000 contribution points, dead: 500 contribution points.
Publisher: Mutant Collective.
The release time was yesterday.
It should be known that William Stryker's reputation among the Mutants was maxed out.
His persecution and harm to Mutants made every Mutant hate him to the bone.
Sure enough, the Mutants led by Logan, who made a fortune with Magneto, united to release this task.
Matthew's pupils dilated. He rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting he had misread, and after repeated confirmation, exclaimed, "3000 contribution points?"
A voice came from the phone: "Mr. President, what are you saying?"
"Nothing, wrong number!"
Matthew hung up the phone without hesitation, his gaze burning as he stared at Stryker.
This was his money tree.
"President, what do you want to do?"
"Knock him out, quickly take me to the Demon Group!"
The Shadow Ninja struck with a hand chop, knocking Stryker unconscious.
Three Shadow Ninjas, along with the President, Stryker, and Death Woman, instantly vanished into the shadows.
When he opened his eyes again, Matthew found himself in the Demon Group's office.
When they opened their eyes again, they were already in the Demon Group's office.
"Mr. Matthew, why have you come?"
"Mr. Tom, I'm here to submit a task: William Stryker, 3000 contribution points."
Matthew impatiently picked up Stryker from the ground, displaying him like a trophy.
"Mr. Matthew, you're so fast. I hadn't even had a chance to act yet."
Tom shook his head with some regret. He had already used his connections to find Stryker's location, but he didn't expect to be beaten to it.
"This guy delivered himself today."
Matthew's face was full of smugness, 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.
"Then, Mr. Matthew, do you know about this?"
Matthew turned his head in confusion, only to see the army's armored vehicles slowly approaching, completely surrounding the entire building.
Soldiers, fully armed with guns and ammunition, their cold weapons glinting menacingly in the sunlight.
"Motherfucker, who gave them the right to mobilize the army in the city?"
Veins popped out on Matthew's forehead, full of anger and disbelief.
Matthew thought of something, picked up Stryker from the ground, and slapped him several times.
Slap, slap, slap...
The unconscious Stryker was slapped awake, and several red, swollen handprints instantly appeared on his face.
"You bastard, what exactly have you done!!!" Matthew roared, his voice almost tearing off the roof.
"President, do you think I'm the only one dissatisfied with Mutants?
Once today's battle begins, regardless of win or loss, humans and Mutants will start a war. At that time, Satan's conspiracy will be shattered, and I will be the savior of this World."
Stryker's face was bruised and swollen, but his expression remained fanatical.
"FK, you lunatic."
Matthew, enraged, punched him, directly breaking his nose, and blood splattered.
"Mr. Tom, you leave first. I'll go see if I can stop them."
After Matthew finished speaking, he looked at the Shadow Ninjas.
"Shadow, take me down, as fast as possible."
After Matthew disappeared, the door was pushed open, and it was Tom's secretary.
"President, the army is all downstairs! Should we run?"
"Call me acting President, tell the people downstairs to work quietly. Today's wages are doubled. And think about who we are working for. What is there to fear?"
"Yes! Acting President."
The secretary looked at Tom with adoration; his confident demeanor was truly captivating.
Tom shook his head with a wry smile. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the farce below, his expression relaxed.
Arriving downstairs, Matthew blocked the soldiers' path.
"I am the President! Who gave you the order to mobilize? Call him out for me!"
Matthew shouted loudly, his voice filled with anger and authority.
However, facing the President, these soldiers just stared at him blankly, as if they heard nothing.
"Order: Kill him."
The soldier's communicator buzzed.
The soldier in the front row raised his gun, and in Matthew's panicked sight, a tongue of Fire spat out bullets.
From the shadows beneath his feet, several hands appeared without warning, gripping Matthew's ankles tightly and pulling hard. Matthew was instantly dragged into the bottomless shadows.
In the office of the building, Matthew reappeared. He was bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for air, his chest heaving violently.
Only one thought in his mind.
Damn, this thirty million was really worth it.
"You bastard, you used that trashy potion on the soldiers."
Matthew glared at Stryker, his eyes seemingly spitting Fire. This was the first time in his life he hated someone so much.
"It works very well, doesn't it? Although the duration is shorter due to dilution, it's enough. During this time, they are fearless of Death and will execute the user's commands one hundred percent."
Stryker's face was twisted in a 瘋狂 smile, showing no remorse for his actions.