Thinking about how difficult it was to deal with Carlos, Sloan pondered for a moment with a dark expression. "Tell the assassination team that if they don't want to see their companions killed again, then bring back Carlos' head at all costs. Otherwise, only destruction or disbandment awaits us."
Thinking about how his companions had been killed by Carlos one by one recently, the bald man's face couldn't help but reveal a sinister expression. "Don't worry, I'll personally pass on your words to them. If we don't bring back Carlos' head, the seven of us won't return."
"Very good." Sloan nodded solemnly. "Don't blame me. Everything is for our mission. God bless us."
"God bless the Brotherhood. Wait for my good news."
Seeing his subordinates leave with the will to die, a rare smile appeared on Sloan's face. He didn't think that it would be so easy to fool seven people who were willing to die together with Carlos.
However, thinking that quality was often not something that quantity could make up for, Sloan didn't have much confidence in the assassination team anymore. After thinking for a moment, it seemed that he still couldn't let go of the matter of training Carlos' son.
He would train him first. If he received news that he had taken care of Carlos in a few days, then he would directly kill Wesley. If he couldn't take care of him, then he would continue to trick Wesley into killing Carlos and his son.
With this thought, Sloan walked out of the office and saw Wesley, who was still in shock. Wesley also looked at the white-haired Sloan.
This old man looked like the kind of person who grew older and looked kinder on the outside. After some convincing, Wesley, who was still a little simple-minded, began to half-believe the fact that his father was Mr. X.
His only thought was to ask William if his father, whom he had never seen before, was really dead.
After searching aimlessly for an entire day, he only received a call from William in the evening telling him not to contact him anymore. Wesley, who was afraid of being chased, could only obediently return to the textile factory.
After that, Wesley's activities all day were to practice shooting, get beaten up by repairmen, and endure a butcher's knife. After that, he was covered in injuries and unconscious and was carried into the restoration room, lying in the restoration pool to receive treatment.
This kind of recovery liquid, which could accelerate the division and growth of red blood cells and greatly shorten the recovery time, was something that William coveted.
Unlike his own Healing Magic, this kind of Recovery Potion could be openly used. It could even be used directly in commerce.
Therefore, a few days after Wesley entered the textile factory, in order to increase Wesley's training speed and effectiveness, Sloan did not care about the price of using too much recovery fluid.
He had personally concocted quite a number of finished products for Wesley, and his concocting process was unsurprisingly grasped by Sunday.
Seeing Wesley's nose being broken and his palm being pierced by the butcher's knife, William felt pain for him. However, Wesley, who was covered in injuries, only needed to lie down in a pool filled with recovery fluid. In a few hours, he would be full of energy and continue training.
Anyone with some medical knowledge would understand that there was a limit to how many times a person's cells could divide and grow.
Wesley's method of using it once a day would definitely affect his lifespan, but as his father, Carlos, didn't have any objections, so William wouldn't say anything either.
As for the recovery fluid, William naturally knew that he could just ask Carlos for it. However, if he could secretly get it from Sloan, why would he ask Carlos?
If Carlos didn't know, it would be pointless to ask. If he knew, although William believed that Carlos would give it to him, if William used this technology in commerce in the future …
Wouldn't he have to give Carlos and his son something in return?
Giving them money would be too direct. It would feel like doing business, and it would hurt their relationship.
However, if he didn't give them anything in return, it wouldn't just hurt their relationship. It was very likely that they would become enemies. However, William couldn't bear to give them shares directly, so he didn't even ask Carlos.
If there were no interests involved, there wouldn't be any estrangement. In addition, William knew very well that although his relationship with Carlos was very good now, saving his life was expensive, but it would turn into paper if he used it too much.
Once he obtained the recovery fluid technology, William's goal of forcing Wesley to join the Assassin Brotherhood was half completed. All that was left was to wait for Wesley's results from his training.
Therefore, William's attention inevitably turned to studying how to use the recovery fluid technology in commerce.
Whether the recovery fluid was effective or not, there was no doubt at all with Wesley, a ready-made test subject who tried it once a day.
If the effect was great, there was no doubt about the future of money. The formula alone could be sold for at least one billion US dollars.
But William would not sell the formula even if he was stupid. How could one billion US dollars be more cost-effective than setting up a specialized physiotherapy institution?
Even if it was only open to athletes, the money earned in a year would be at least in the hundreds of millions of US dollars. Once it was listed, it would not be a problem of one billion US dollars. It would be tens or even tens of billions of US dollars.
He just didn't know if the technology was really promoted, would the sports world, or those sports with fierce confrontations, become more intense in the future?
Other things aside, at least football, rugby, and basketball, which were popular sports, would definitely have more physical contact in the future.
If an injury or even a broken leg was injured, as long as they lay in the recovery room after the surgery, the fracture would be healed in less than a day. Then those technical players would inevitably be bolder in the future.
And if he did not push this technology out and only kept it for his own use, then his Chelsea team's attractiveness to geniuses would definitely explode in the future.
As for rolling out this service to ordinary people, it was probably impossible because he would definitely set the price at a level that ordinary people could not accept. It would start at 100,000 US dollars for minor injuries, 500,000 US dollars for major injuries, and those with broken legs would not come if they could not afford one million US dollars.
Thinking of this, William could not help but say to Sunday, "Set up an experimental mission. I want to know the specific data of this recovery medicine formula."
"Understood, sir. The mission has been established, but we lack experimental subjects."
"Isn't that simple? Where is this place? This is New York. There are people who have committed heinous crimes. Get the lab ready first, then check out those people in New York who should go to hell immediately. After I find them, I'll get someone to send those scumbags to the lab for you."
"Understood, sir. The lab is expected to be ready in three hours."
"Ha, I'm not in a hurry. I didn't expect you to be in a hurry." William smiled and shook his head. "You should know what kind of person I hate the most."
"Yes, sir. This kind of scumbag is easy to find in New York. If you want to know, I've already found hundreds of such scumbags here in just this short amount of time."
"Well, this is indeed one of the cities with the highest crime rate in the United States. Show me."
As soon as he finished speaking, all kinds of villains appeared in the 3D virtual image, and many of these scumbags were super scumbags who were involved in everything.
Looking at this guy named Clarence Dobby, William was very unhappy with him at first glance. Then he saw that this bastard had participated in the massacre of a family. "This guy. I'll get someone to catch him. Remember to get rid of him after the experiment."
"Understood, sir."
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