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On the road, Coulson drove his car "Laura" quickly, with Daredevil sitting in the passenger seat.

There was also a red and blue figure swinging in the air, closely following Coulson.

When he swings down naturally, the height is just parallel to the car body, and the soles of his feet are slightly higher than the chassis.

"Where are we going now?"

Peter, who had already put on the spider suit, asked Coulson.

"We're going to one of SHIELD's strongholds in New York, which has been authorized as a base of operations for the Ghoul Investigation Team."

Colson explained.

"Spider-Man, we'll be meeting the rest of the team there in a minute. Today is the first official operational meeting of the investigation team."

"I want to attend a formal combat meeting at a secret base?"

Peter was shocked when he heard this. He had never experienced such a battle as a high school student, and his curiosity was suddenly aroused.

He began to imagine in his mind what the mysterious SHIELD base would look like.

Here Coulson is preparing to hold a war meeting, and the ghouls entrenched on Hart Island on the other side are not idle either.

Although the previous transaction site with Tombstone was broken up and two cadres, Naki and Chengzheng, were damaged, this did not affect the continuation of the half-ghoul's business.

At the very least, the hundred half-ghouls ordered for the tombstone must be handed over to others.

Tombstone is not the only gang leader who buys half-ghouls. Hammerhead, Jigsaw, Mr. Negative and others have also purchased a batch of half-ghouls, but the number is not as large as Tombstone.

Hart Island itself is not very large, only about [-] square kilometers, which is almost equivalent to [-] football fields.

Moreover, [-]% to [-]% of the land on the island are graves, and countless bones are buried there.

Not even the poorest homeless man would choose to settle in a place like this.

So on the other hand, the remoteness here is perfect for establishing a secret base.

No one comes to the island except on the regular days of the year when a large number of bodies are buried.

What's more convenient than humans is that ghouls don't need to go to the city to buy any supplies, which means they won't leave many traces in the outside world that can lead to Hart Island.

If it weren't for the presence of Rohan Kishibe, it would have taken a lot of time for SHIELD to find Hart Island.

At this moment, inside the Bronze Tree base on Hart Island, which was transformed from an abandoned prison.

A dark and gloomy separate cell.

Gekko held a pair of pliers in his hand and looked at the torture chair in the cell with a perverted grin.

I saw a half-ghoul with a frightened face tied to the execution chair in the center of the cell. As soon as he saw the pliers in the gecko's hand, he began to tremble all over and struggled wildly.

"We are both half-ghoul, so why is your recovery power not as good as Kaneki-kun's?"

Gecko held the pliers in his right hand and tapped it lightly on his left hand, then turned around the execution chair and murmured to himself at the same time.

"Cut off all the fingers and toes, and it takes 10 minutes to grow back. Can't you let me enjoy it a little longer?"

The gecko stood behind the half-ghoul, leaned down close to the half-ghoul's face, and said softly: "Hey, answer me, what is one thousand minus seven?"

"Nine...nine hundred and ninety-three!"

The half-ghoul said the answer with a trembling voice.

Not all the half-ghouls transformed by Dr. Kano have their rationality eliminated. Only the half-ghoul weapons sold will be deprived of free will and implanted with neural control chips.

Once a person has reason, it is impossible to guarantee 100% loyalty, which is absolutely unacceptable as a weapon.

On the other hand, there are a few half-ghoul species who have completely retained the rationality of the human period. They were created to satisfy the personal preferences of geckos.

After all, there is no fun in torturing a mad beast.

"Correct answer, but what about subtracting seven more?"

The corner of the gecko's mouth cracked, and he walked around to the front of the half-ghoul and continued to ask, with bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes.

"880 six."

"Keep counting, I kept talking without asking you to stop!"

The half-ghoul's face turned pale. He did not dare to disobey the gecko. During this period, many of his companions were brutally killed because they angered the gecko.

These half-ghouls were originally homeless people or stowaways in the slums. Even if dozens or hundreds of them disappeared at once, no one would notice.

They know very well that no one will come to save them. If they want to survive, they can only satisfy the gecko's requirements as much as possible.

"970 nine...970 two...960 five...ahhhhhh!"

The half-ghoul counted down bit by bit, and suddenly burst into a heart-rending howl.

I saw that the pliers in the gecko's hand were soaked in blood, and a thumb was tightly clamped on the pliers.

Just when the half-ghoul was counting the numbers, the gecko suddenly cut off his right thumb with pliers.

Listening to the wail of the half-ghoul, the gecko's face gradually twisted into a perverted smile.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, the heartbreaking pain made the half-ghoul focus only on screaming and had no intention of thinking about minus seven.

But this is obviously not the scene the gecko hoped for.

"Keep counting! Don't stop!"

The gecko had a sullen face and threatened: "If you don't continue counting, I will kill you."

The fear of death made the half-ghoul wake up slightly from the pain, and he continued to speak with tears streaming down his face.

"Nine...nine hundred and five...58..."

The gecko nodded with satisfaction, and then used pliers to cut off the half-ghoul's right index finger.

The howl of agony sounded again, accompanied by bursts of begging for mercy.

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At this moment, the cell door was kicked open.

"You guys are still so disgusting."

Kamidai Rise said with disgust.

"I need an explanation...a reasonable explanation..."

The gecko, whose enjoyment was interrupted, had veins on his face and suppressed his anger.

"Otherwise, even if you have Chi's protection, I will tie you to this chair!"

"vampire."

Kamishiro Rishi said with a calm expression.

"Aha?"

This nonsense made Gekko feel that his patience was running out.

"The vampires want to order a group of half-ghoul troops, and they also said they have another business deal to discuss with the apparent leader of the Bronze Tree."

Kamishiro Roshi smiled slightly and told the whole situation.

"Vampires want to do business with us?"

Gecko has a cruel personality, but he is not a fool. He has been in the Marvel world for so long and has heard about the existence of the vampire empire.

In his opinion, vampires who suck human blood are equivalent to "ghouls" in this world, but the status and power of the vampire empire in this world is far beyond what ghouls can compare to.

"whispering sound!"

The gecko made a dissatisfied sound, stood up and walked out of the cell, leaving the half-ghoul aside.

"Where are those vampires?"