Arthur continued to ask, "Mr. Lange, what are your plans next? When do you intend to launch?"
"As soon as possible. Arrange for me to meet Mario Cuiette at your earliest convenience. I'll try to control him directly! Anyway, the Inhuman Convention is not far off, and everyone who should be here has arrived!"
Lange's voice was electronic. He controlled his mechanical body's vocal organ directly with his brainwaves, making it difficult for outsiders to discern his true thoughts from his tone. In fact, a crucial reason for Lange's haste was that he knew his body wouldn't last much longer. ALS, when it progresses to a severe stage, is not just about being paralyzed in bed. The critical issue is that the respiratory system, digestive system, and even the heart's beating all require muscle participation. As the disease worsens and muscles cease to function, your body cannot digest food, breathe, or even maintain a normal heartbeat, leaving you to meet God or Satan. For Lange, his visit was not merely to accept an invitation to control Mario Cuiette; he intended to use his ultimate skill to choose a new body for himself!
"Alright, I'll make arrangements tomorrow. We will host a banquet for Island Master Mario Cuiette here."
The next day, a grand party was held at the American base. Americans are very fond of parties; in fact, for them, parties are simply an excuse to socialize. This time, Island Master Mario Cuiette was invited. Mario Cuiette was very enthusiastic about such events. He was a social butterfly and wanted to use this occasion to win over some American inhumans to join Hell Paradise Island. Of course, Mario Cuiette did not come alone; he brought along eight very powerful inhumans. He himself was a formidable inhuman, and with these eight strong bodyguards, he didn't believe anyone on the island could pose a threat to his safety.
The atmosphere at the party was lively. With the pulsating music, Island Master Mario Cuiette even began to dance in front of everyone. This guy clearly didn't hold the Americans in high regard, which was not surprising. When you have enough money and reach a certain level of power, your boldness naturally increases.
As soon as the dance ended, Arthur approached him. "Mr. Cuiette, there are a few young people in our American team who greatly admire you. You are their idol, and they wish to speak with you privately. Would that be convenient for you?"
Mario Cuiette had a personality that thrived on attention. Upon hearing that he had fans, he became overjoyed and readily agreed. He then took four of his bodyguards and followed Arthur to the reception room at the American base. Upon entering the reception room, he realized there was only one person present, and he immediately let his guard down. Although Lange's mechanical police-like body looked intimidating, Mario Cuiette was not afraid at all. After all, his ability was magnetic control, much like Magneto. As long as he willed it, he could instantly paralyze any machinery.
"Mr. Cuiette, allow me to introduce Mr. Lange. Mr. Lange is a very inspirational person, an excellent scientist. He was severely afflicted by ALS, yet he managed to build this body for himself through his outstanding technology and knowledge, allowing him to stand up again..."
"Hello, Lange. Your resilience amazes me. Welcome to Hell Paradise Island. I also welcome you to settle on the island; the island needs scientists like you..." Mario Cuiette said, extending his hand.
Lange also extended his mechanical hand, and their hands clasped. However, at the very moment their hands met, a sudden change occurred. Mario Cuiette's four bodyguards felt as if they had been struck heavily on the head. Everything spun around them, and they even lost control of their bodies. Simultaneously, Mario Cuiette felt his consciousness being sucked into a massive vortex.
Immediately after, Mario Cuiette found himself in a pitch-black, enclosed space. It seemed as if there was nothing in this space. He desperately tried to use his abilities to escape, but it was all in vain. There was nothing else in this space, and his magnetism could not attract anything. Soon, he began to feel exhausted, and at this point, Mario Cuiette started to feel scared. Throughout his life, he had been passionate about exploration and had faced many dangerous situations, always emerging unscathed. However, never before had he experienced such unknown fear and a sense of helplessness.
After an unknown period, a light suddenly appeared before him. Mario Cuiette squinted and saw a giant head tens of meters away. This head was over five meters tall, with a ferocious face. Below this giant head was a limp body, as if it had no bones. This enormous head had appeared out of nowhere, floating in mid-air. Mario Cuiette observed for a while before recognizing that this head belonged to Lange, whose body was hidden within the machine he had seen earlier.
"Lange, you're behind this! Do you know what you're doing? This is Hell Paradise Island. Your actions will send you and the Americans to hell."
"Hehehehehe..." The giant head in the sky let out a chilling laugh.
"Mr. Mario Cuiette, I admit that on Hell Paradise Island, you hold supreme status and authority. But what of it? You are currently in my consciousness world. Not a single thought or idea of yours will be revealed to the outside. No matter how powerful you are, even if you are the king of the world, what can you do to me, haha!"
"You... you..." Mario Cuiette was startled. He knew he was in grave danger this time.
"Mr. Lange, you must understand, I am a businessman, a very wealthy businessman. I am willing to make a deal with you. I only ask that you let me go, and I will agree to all your demands."
"All demands, are they? Such a bold statement."
"As long as you ask, I will do everything in my power to satisfy you."
"Heh, my demands, you cannot satisfy, because I am dying!"