She will be in the ICU for a while. Go help her with the procedures. I hope you have enough medical insurance, as the upcoming treatment will be very expensive.
The doctor nodded and led the nurses to move the patient. Frank looked at the departing bed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, a voice spoke beside Frank: "Don't worry so much. I promised you, she won't die."
Frank turned his head stiffly. He looked at the suddenly appearing Andrew and asked, "Are you really the Devil?"
Andrew smiled slightly and teleported Frank to Rebirth Hell. Then, he said, "This is my Hell. Uh, the air is a bit bad, please forgive me. There's nothing I can do, it's a period of mass production right now, and the factory has been producing robots non-stop."
"Hell, producing robots?"
Frank was utterly bewildered. 'I haven't read much, don't lie to me. How could Hell have a factory, and a modern one at that?'
Andrew chuckled and took Frank on a tour of the robot factory. Frank finally accepted reality. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Devil, I am very grateful that you saved my wife and child. They are my everything, so I am willing to serve you.
However, I will not do anything that is utterly depraved or goes against the interests of America. I am a soldier, and I have my honor."
"Honor? Does the country of America have honor?"
Andrew couldn't help but laugh. He asked, "Frank, do you know why you were shot?"
Before Frank could answer, Andrew continued, "On the surface, it was because your wife, Maria, happened to stumble upon a deal between two gangs. In reality, someone set up a trap to silence you."
Frank was stunned and quickly asked, "Silence? Who?"
"Your Officer in the Middle East. He used the bodies of fallen soldiers to smuggle illegal drugs into America to get rich. The Hellhound operation you carried out in the Middle East was actually an extermination operation."
Andrew said, "You silenced others, and others are silencing you. It's quite reasonable."
"This is impossible!"
Frank roared, his eyes red. He was so agitated that his muscular body even trembled slightly.
Selling illegal drugs, and even using the bodies of fallen soldiers to transport them—how could the sacred army in his heart do such depraved things?
Besides his anger, Frank also felt some fear. If this was true, what did his so-called honor amount to?
Andrew said, "Your good brother Billy knows about this. In fact, Billy also knows that they were going to silence you."
"Billy knows about this?"
Frank was hit hard again, even stumbling back two steps in disbelief. That was his best brother.
Frank stared intently at Andrew, like a volcano about to erupt. He said, "I don't believe it. I want to investigate this myself."
Andrew said, "No problem. Do whatever you want to do. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it for you."
At this moment, Howard, who was nearby, said, "Soldier, selling illegal drugs is a tradition of the CIA. The CIA is definitely involved in this matter. Don't be careless."
"CIA?"
Frank was startled, then said, "I will investigate everything. If it's true, no matter who he is, I will send him to Hell."
"Here's a mask for you. It will help you hide your identity and also help you block bullets."
Andrew threw a white bone mask to Frank and said, "Oh, right, remember to bring back some evidence. The Daily Bugle always needs headlines."
"The Daily Bugle? It's your property?"
Frank was astonished. His wife had just told him that morning that The Daily Bugle was the conscience of New York, more reliable than other newspapers.
Conscience my ass, that's the Devil's property.
"That's right."
Andrew waved his hand, and Frank disappeared. Then, Andrew said to Howard, "Tailor a combat suit for Frank. He will be the Commander of the Peace Knights."
"No wonder you value him so much."
Howard said, "Making a combat suit for him is no problem, but we don't have all the materials."
Rebirth Hell has iron ore and can provide steel and some alloys, but some high-precision materials need to be transported from Earth.
Andrew doesn't lack money, but the problem is that many materials require licenses and channels; you can't buy them even with money. This is why the number of combat robots in Rebirth Hell is relatively small.
Andrew smiled, "Don't worry, materials will soon not be an issue. I will also acquire a large number of perfect customers."
Howard looked puzzled. Materials? Customers? These are completely unrelated, aren't they?
Andrew didn't say much. He said, "During this time, you and Teslak will have to work hard. The next disaster could strike at any time."
"The next disaster could strike at any time?"
Howard was surprised, "How many times has this happened? When did Earth become so unsafe?"
Andrew said, "Since your son became Iron Man."
Howard: "..."
...
Late at night, Natasha was still reviewing the information sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. The past haunted her like a demon, making her restless. She needed to numb herself with work.
"There's no trace at all. How did Dreykov do it? S.H.I.E.L.D. is the largest intelligence organization in the world."
Natasha frowned deeply. Just then, she suddenly appeared on a floating platform. Opposite her was a ball of golden flame, and within the flame, a towering figure was faintly visible.
Natasha didn't panic. While observing her surroundings, she prepared to speak, but found she couldn't utter a word.
Andrew slowly said, "Natasha Romanoff, agree to the terms of the contract, and I will tell you how to find Dreykov and Antonia.
By the way, your former sister has been controlled by Dreykov and is living a life worse than death."
After he finished speaking, a contract appeared before Natasha. The content of the contract was very simple: keep this matter completely confidential, do not inform S.H.I.E.L.D., and go alone to find Dreykov. If she violated it, her soul would be taken by the Devil.
Why didn't he demand Natasha's soul?
Because Natasha would never agree easily. More importantly, as long as she signed this contract, her soul would eventually belong to Andrew. Andrew was very sure of this point.
"Yelena is being controlled by Dreykov?"
Natasha was greatly astonished. She carefully read the contract in front of her. After finishing, she looked puzzled. This contract was too simple, wasn't it? What did this Devil want to do?
Natasha pointed to her mouth, indicating that she wanted to speak.
"Not signing? Then goodbye."
Andrew raised his hand, and the illusion began to collapse from the outside. Natasha was a little anxious. She hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand on the contract. Anyway, the contract terms were very lenient, and more importantly, she had to find Dreykov and end everything.
Andrew nodded in satisfaction. He said, "Go find your adoptive father, Red Guardian. He will take you to your adoptive mother, and your adoptive mother knows Dreykov's whereabouts."