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Inside the mutant factory, the staff were torturing the test subjects in every way they could imagine, pushing them to the brink of death so the mutant serum injected into their bodies would trigger.

The screams were so sharp they seed to slice straight through the ears.

So of the subjects had already awakened their X-gene. One had bone spikes punching out of his skin. Another had black, scale-like armor spreading across her body. A third had grown gills like a fish.

There was nowhere on Earth that felt more like hell.

"We've produced three new mutants this ti. I'm sure Mr. Filiberto will be very pleased."

Francis narrowed his eyes, foxlike and hungry, as if he could already sll the profit.

A brainwashed mutant could sell for at least seven million dollars. The cost to make one never exceeded one hundred and fifty thousand.

The biggest expense was the Weapon X serum itself. In chaotic xico, the bodies used as test subjects cost nothing at all.

Thanks to these rich, reckless drug lords, they had already earned well over a billion dollars and supplied dozens of mutant enforcers into this lawless land.

It was an arms race. The mont one side bought mutants, the other side had to buy the sa number just to keep the balance. The chaos in xico was the best salesman they could have hoped for.

Bolton pulled out his phone and opened a video.

"No. Mr. Filiberto sent here because he wants to know whether this man is one of your products."

Francis's expression turned serious. He took the phone and replayed the footage several tis, studying every movent of Wolverine with careful attention.

"This isn't one of ours. I'm not even sure he's a mutant."

This was an unexpected variable. On the surface, Francis looked indifferent, but privately his interest had been piqued.

"He showed up and destroyed one of our factories," Bolton said, laying out everything Logan had done in detail.

There was no point hiding it. The facts were already out there.

"Now the Reyes Group has shown weakness. Mr. Filiberto wants to hire you to deal with him."

"Why should I help you?" Francis said. "This man is strong. Very strong. He's a problem."

He handed the phone back.

"Money is no issue. Mr. Filiberto is willing to pay well for your services. More importantly, Mr. Francis, this ss is disrupting the balance between the different groups. If the Reyes Group falls, the Mata Group will stop coming to you with cash and start coming with guns."

Bolton was more than just the Reyes Group's number three. He was sharp enough to know what mattered.

Francis was silent for a mont.

He did not care much for these drug lords, but the current chaos was bad for business. And the people behind him did not like this kind of instability either.

After all, a chunk of the yearly military spending, and a chunk of the money the congressn and the CIA, FBI pretended not to notice, was being washed through places like this.

If sothing went wrong, he would be "found dead" in his own bathroom the next day.

"Fine," Francis said at last. "Now let's talk price."

…

In xico City, a plain office building sat along the street while white-collar workers in neat clothes ca and went without suspicion.

No one would have guessed that the fifth floor housed one of the Reyes Group's laboratories.

Raw drug paste, after being crudely processed in the jungle, was dried under hot sodium lamps and turned into cocaine.

Every year, this place produced nearly one and a half tons of product.

The Reyes Group kept the operation so quiet that even the clerks working downstairs had no idea a drug nest was sitting right above them, churning out the little white powder night after night.

Logan had no idea this building was a cocaine factory either.

But he had soul radar.

A heap of rotten souls gathered together was more than enough reason to start killing.

He kicked the window fra hard enough to rip the entire window clean out of the wall, leaving only a gaping square of empty space.

Inside, the Reyes Group's workers were still busy making drugs. They never had ti to react to the sudden attack.

Logan moved.

Bang.

The nearest gunman was struck so hard that his hundred-kilo body flew into the air. His eyes bulged wide, and he was already dead before he hit the ground.

The others recovered fast and opened fire.

At this point, Logan no longer cared much about ordinary gunfire. Unless it was a large-caliber automatic rifle, most of these weapons could not break through him. Submachine guns and small rifles only shoved him backward. Once he planted his feet, he just kept walking.

One of the Reyes gunn looked at him and cursed.

"A mutant! And one of the worst kind too, the bulletproof type!"

Then everyone heard it.

A dull set of footsteps.

But with all the gunfire clattering through the room, nobody could tell where they were coming from.

Boom.

The wall Logan had just passed suddenly exploded inward. A huge shape burst through it.

The newcor stood nearly two ters tall, his skin like brown stone. He was so heavily muscled that his body looked almost square. His face was more ape than man, the kind of face that suggested brains had not been a major priority.

A fist ca swinging in like a charging truck.

Logan t it head-on.

The mont their fists were about to collide, Adamantium claws snapped out from his hand, and those unbreakable blades drove straight through the mutant's fist from root to tip.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

The mutant scread in agony.

He had never expected anyone to be this underhanded, hiding knives in a fist. More importantly, his supposedly indestructible hand had actually been pierced.

Logan's other hand shot forward as well. Another set of Adamantium claws burst out, and he ripped the mutant open from the bottom up.

His intestines and organs spilled out onto the floor in a wet, awful heap, too heavy to stay in place.

The mutant's legs gave out. He dropped to his knees, and Logan's claws flashed once more, taking his head clean off.

"Chap is dead!"

"How is that possible?!"

The gunn had been waiting for Chap to tear Wolverine apart. Instead, the mutant they trusted had been killed with shocking ease.

Chap was not one of the factory's products. He had joined the Reyes Group willingly.

Unlike the mass-produced mutants who had been brainwashed and stripped down into half-witted tools, Chap had been valued. He had a real position inside the organization.