The battle ended, and Frank stopped attacking Mystique, turning to fly towards the spaceship in the sky. Then, the spaceship ascended and vanished from everyone's sight.
"Erik."
Mystique immediately flew towards Coulson, wanting to rescue Magneto. Just then, her Iron Man Suit suddenly malfunctioned and fell straight down. Tony Stark had hacked into the armor's program via his phone, regaining control of the armor.
Mystique cursed, controlling the armor to disintegrate. Then, she fell from the sky, rolled, and escaped into a nearby alley.
"Withdraw."
Seeing that the tide had turned, Toad and the others retreated. The X-Men never pursued relentlessly and did not stop them. Coulson hesitated for a moment, then told Barton to lead people to pursue Mystique. As for the others, that could wait.
Amidst the chaos, this disaster temporarily came to an end. Nick Fury received the news and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Hill, notify the World Security Council to convene a meeting."
Nick Fury said, "Disasters are becoming more frequent. We cannot stand still. We must accelerate research, increase weapon development, and absorb more useful talents."
Maria Hill nodded. Director Fury's core message was simple—money, money, money.
"Big actions are indeed different; a total of over sixty thousand souls. In addition, after the event ended, a New World merged with this world."
Andrew was very satisfied. Indeed, collecting souls still depended on big actions. He was now very much looking forward to New York being invaded by Aliens.
"This time, Yelena signed the most contracts. As a reward, I will heal her body in advance, allowing her to return to being a normal woman."
Andrew announced this to the Black Widows through his consciousness. The Black Widows congratulated Yelena, filled with envy. Fortunately, as long as they continued to serve their BOSS, they would eventually return to normal as well.
"Thank you, BOSS."
Yelena was overjoyed; her efforts had not been in vain. Natasha would surely be green with envy.
At this moment, Psylocke caught up from behind. She stood in front of Andrew, asking with a face full of anticipation, "Master, what did you mean when you said I don't know how to develop my talent?"
"Literal meaning."
Andrew glanced at Psylocke, saying coldly, "I don't like people blocking my way. Move."
Psylocke said, "Master, please guide me in developing my talent. I can help you with three things for free. If you're unwilling, I can also pay tuition."
After a moment of hesitation, Psylocke gritted her teeth and said, "Very high tuition."
Andrew smiled. Psylocke thought she had successfully moved him and also smiled. The next second, she felt the surrounding scenery rapidly flying forward, and then she hit a wall with a bang. Andrew had kicked her into the wall.
Andrew took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a number, then walked to Psylocke, placed the check on her chest, and said, "I told you, I don't like people blocking my way."
After speaking, Andrew walked straight away. Psylocke struggled out of the wall, cursing unhappily. A Master was indeed a Master, with a terrible temper.
Psylocke took the check from her chest and glanced at it, instantly stunned. It was a hundred thousand dollars.
"Not only a Master but also a rich man. This kick wasn't a loss."
Psylocke immediately put the check into her pocket. She looked at Andrew's back, feeling a bit of a headache. The Master wasn't short of money and didn't need her help. How could she move him?
... ...
In Hell, Andrew said to Red Devil, who was kneeling before him, "You may speak now."
Red Devil said respectfully, "Lord Demon King, I am willing to offer my soul to you in exchange for the opportunity to serve under you."
"Your attitude is acceptable."
Andrew snorted, raising his hand and sending a ray of light into Red Devil's body, which transformed into a phoenix brand. This signified that Red Devil's soul officially belonged to Rebirth Hell.
Red Devil said excitedly, "Thank you, Lord Demon King."
Andrew said, "Tell me about the Hellfire Club."
"The Hellfire Club is led by Black King and White Queen, and it only accepts elite Mutant. They wield immense power and wealth. For example, Las Vegas is basically under their control."
Red Devil dared not delay, revealing everything he knew: "I am also a member of the Hellfire Club. This time, I came to help Magneto because of Mystique Raven's request."
"Black King is indeed not dead. The Hellfire Club, huh?"
Andrew thought for a moment and said, "Go help Wind Demon and the others collect souls. If needed, I will call you."
"Yes, Lord Demon King."
Red Devil nodded respectfully. Andrew waved his hand, sending Red Devil out of Rebirth Hell.
Seeing the familiar modern buildings around him, Red Devil couldn't help but sigh in relief, his back drenched in cold sweat—that was the Demon King in person; one wrong move could lead to eternal damnation.
"I should have known better than to help that bastard Magneto. But then again, this might not be a bad thing."
Red Devil's eyes flashed as he secretly thought, "With the Demon King's power, he can definitely help me rescue my kin. Before that, I need to perform well and earn merits."
After Red Devil left Rebirth Hell, Andrew thought for a moment and called Ethan over. He asked, "How's your research on the mechanical parts of Taskmaster? Can you replicate them?"
Ethan was the Scientist who saved Tony in the Middle East. After his death, his soul was brought into Rebirth Hell by Andrew to serve as an assistant to Howard and Teslak.
Ethan, existing in a robot form, replied, "BOSS, I can replicate the mechanical prosthetics on Antonia. However, we in Rebirth Hell are all robots, so mechanical prosthetics don't really mean anything to us, do they?"
"They don't mean much to you, but they are of great significance to the disabled people on Earth."
Andrew chuckled, "Trade their souls after death for a mechanical leg, a mechanical arm, a mechanical spine, a mechanical eye. Do you think they'd be willing?"
Ethan was dumbfounded. This was possible? Truly worthy of being the Demon King.
"Don't make that face. Our Hell isn't bad. It's their good fortune to come here."
Andrew said, "I'll set up a laboratory for you. You'll specialize in human mechanics, whether it's mechanical prosthetics, mechanical internal organs, or mechanical bones, I want them all."
"Our Hell is indeed not bad."
Ethan nodded and said, "BOSS, I will do my best to research, but what about after-sales service? Human machinery definitely needs frequent repair and maintenance."
"After-sales?"
Andrew felt a bit of a headache. How was the style of Rebirth Hell becoming increasingly bizarre? Should there be a seven-day no-questions-asked return policy?
Andrew said, "You first research human mechanics. For the rest, we'll take our time. Whatever resources you need, just say the word."
Ethan said, "Other resources are easy to get. I need some animals for experiments."
"A small matter. I will use magic to get you some bodies without consciousness."
Andrew said. This was just the beginning. Next, he would recruit more Scientists. How did that saying go? Technology changes lives!
Damn, this style was completely unsalvageable.