The battle was over in less than a minute.
Matthew slowly stood up and walked over to the stunned Stryker. He took the serum from Stryker's hand, glanced at it, and then, with a sneer, tossed it into the trash can.
"Garbage product. Stryker, is this all you've got?"
"You're being protected by mutants? You've truly been deceived by Satan."
Even now, Stryker remained stubborn, convinced that his ideology was righteous.
"You idiot, this is the security service of the Demon Group. As the president, what's wrong with hiring a few bodyguards?"
Matthew chuckled in disdain.
That's right—he had used his entire thirty-million-dollar budget to hire bodyguards. Being the president was a high-risk job. Without a few extra guards, he felt unsafe. As he thought about this, he couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
Even the president is broke. Can't even afford superpowers.
Matthew had no desire to waste more words on Stryker. This colonel had stormed into the White House and killed a bunch of people. If this wasn't handled properly, Matthew might be forced into early retirement.
What a menace!
He walked over to his desk, picked up the phone, and quickly dialed a number, preparing to have Stryker taken away for a public trial the next day.
The severity of the crime was so great that even the thought of it made Matthew feel like Stryker deserved to be executed ten times over.
While waiting for the call to connect, his gaze unintentionally drifted to his still-open computer screen.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. His pupils shrank as he leaned in.
The task board usually contained combat and research-related missions—things he normally ignored because they just irritated him.
But today, there was a rather unusual task.
Mission: Capture William Stryker. Deliver him to the Demon Group. Alive: 3,000 contribution points. Dead: 500 contribution points.
Posted by: The Mutant Community.
The mission had been posted yesterday.
William Stryker had the highest possible notoriety among mutants.
His countless crimes against mutants had made every single one of them despise him.
And now, led by Logan, the mutants who had profited alongside Magneto had banded together to issue this mission.
Matthew's pupils trembled. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he had misread it. After triple-checking, he gasped.
"3,000 contribution points?"
A voice on the other end of the call asked, "Mr. President, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Wrong number!"
Without hesitation, Matthew hung up, his gaze burning as he stared at Stryker.
This man… was his golden ticket.
"Mr. President, what do you intend to do?"
"Knock him out. Get me to the Demon Group—fast!"
A Shadow Ninja struck, delivering a precise chop that knocked Stryker unconscious.
Three Shadow Ninjas grabbed Matthew, Stryker, and Death Woman before vanishing into the darkness.
The next time Matthew opened his eyes, he found himself inside the Demon Group's headquarters.
"Mr. Matthew, what brings you here?"
"Mr. Tom, I'm here to turn in a mission—William Stryker, 3,000 contribution points."
Matthew impatiently lifted Stryker off the ground, presenting him like a prized trophy.
"Mr. Matthew, you move fast. I hadn't even gotten started yet."
Tom shook his head in mild disappointment. He had already pulled some strings to locate Stryker, but Matthew had beaten him to it.
"This guy just walked right into my hands."
Matthew grinned like he had won the lottery.
Tom listened quietly. When Matthew finished speaking, Tom pointed at the massive floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
"And what about that, Mr. Matthew? Do you know what's going on?"
Matthew turned around in confusion.
Outside, armored military vehicles slowly rolled in, surrounding the entire building.
Soldiers in full combat gear stood at the ready, their weapons gleaming coldly under the sun, exuding a chilling aura.
"What the f***?! Who gave them the authority to deploy troops in the city?!"
Matthew's forehead throbbed with anger and disbelief.
Realizing something, he turned back to Stryker and slapped him across the face.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The unconscious Stryker was jolted awake, red handprints immediately forming on his swollen face.
"You bastard! What the hell did you do?!" Matthew roared, his voice nearly shaking the ceiling.
"Mr. President, do you think I'm the only one who despises mutants?"
Stryker's face was bruised and battered, yet his expression was still twisted with fanaticism.
"Once today's battle begins, regardless of the outcome, it will ignite a full-scale war between humans and mutants. By then, Satan's schemes will crumble, and I will be this world's savior."
"You f***ing lunatic!"
Matthew, seething with rage, threw a punch, shattering Stryker's nose and splattering blood everywhere.
"Mr. Tom, you should leave. I'll see if I can stop them."
After speaking, he turned to the Shadow Ninjas.
"Shadow, take me down. Fast."
As soon as Matthew disappeared, the office door swung open.
It was Tom's secretary.
"President, the entire area is surrounded by military forces. Should we escape?"
"Call me Acting President. Tell everyone to keep working. Double today's salary. And think about who we work for—what's there to fear?"
"Yes, Acting President."
The secretary gazed at Tom with admiration.
That kind of unwavering confidence was truly captivating.
Tom chuckled and shook his head before returning his gaze to the chaos below, watching with amusement.
Meanwhile, Matthew had reached the front lines, blocking the soldiers' path.
"I am the President! Who gave you the orders to deploy? Bring them here immediately!"
Matthew's voice boomed with fury and authority.
Yet, the soldiers stared at him with empty eyes, completely unresponsive.
Then, their radios crackled to life.
"Command: Kill him."
The lead soldier raised his rifle.
In Matthew's horrified gaze, flames erupted from the barrel, spitting bullets toward him.
Suddenly, dark shadows surged from beneath his feet, gripping his ankles tightly and yanking him into the abyss.
In the blink of an eye, Matthew reappeared inside the office.
He bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling violently.
One thought echoed in his mind.
Damn… that thirty million was money well spent.
"You bastard! You used that useless serum on the soldiers, didn't you?!"
Matthew glared at Stryker, his eyes blazing with fury.
"For a useless product, it worked quite well, didn't it? Though the diluted version shortens the duration, it's enough. During that time, they are fearless and will execute orders with absolute obedience."
Stryker's face twisted into a crazed grin, completely devoid of remorse.
Quote of the Chapter:"The most dangerous enemy is the one who believes he is a hero."
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