The mutants' movements can't be said to be big, but for Stryker at this time, even the slightest disturbance will cause him to be alert. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His plan has come to this point, and naturally it is impossible for these mutants to stop him. And in order to deal with this situation, he has already been well prepared. Whether it's the soldiers under him, or the mutants he controls.

Seeing that the mutants had burst into the gates of the base, Stryker waved his hand and said to his lieutenant beside him. "Give the order to go down and let those weapons put on top of me. The soldiers are arrayed on the spot, and these mutant mongrels must not be allowed to enter this base alive! ”

"General, I saw that Magneto is there, maybe our troops can't stop them." The moment he saw Magneto, Stryker's lieutenant felt a huge panic. The figure of the man, the name of the tree, the prestige of Magneto is enough to strike fear into the hearts of anyone who knows him, especially after he displays his near-miraculous power in Paris.

"I said we couldn't let them walk into this base alive." Stryker drew his rifle and put it on the adjutant's head. "Do you need me to repeat it a second time?"

"No, sir. I'm going to deliver the order now! Cold sweat ran down his head in an instant. Compared with Magneto, the muzzle of the gun on his head is more deterrent.

The lieutenant almost crawled away from Stryker, as Stryker's lieutenant he knew how unstable Stryker's spirit was right now, and he could really do anything you could imagine at this time in the current period.

Watching his lieutenant disappear from sight, Stryker's eyes glowed with a cold and murderous light, and in the final stages of his plan, all of his men became his capital for revenge. And he is like a gambler, piling up all his capital on the table little by little. Success is the success and end of his revenge, and failure is the turning of everything he has to dust. For him, it really doesn't make a difference. His life was nothing more than a quest for destruction. Whether it's destroying oneself or destroying mutants.

"Mutants will definitely disappear from this world." As if he had made up his mind, Stryker pushed open the door behind him.

Behind the gate, a spherical space paved with steel appeared in his eyes. Layers of steel are like scales that fill every corner of this space. And apart from these scale-like steel, there can be said to be nothing here. Only a bridge in front of the gate is inserted straight in the center. And if you look closely, you will find that this is actually no different from the room where Xavier's Psychic Amplifier is located.

And on the overpass inside this room, a familiar figure sat there steadily. A straight suit, a shiny bald head, and a calm and wise look. It was Magneto, who they had been looking for for a long time, Professor Charles. But in front of Professor Charles, there is another person.

It was a rather weak-looking, sickly one. He was in a wheelchair like Professor Charles. However, compared to Professor Charles's energetic outfit and look, he is at the other extreme.

A shabby, washed-out hospital gown was worn over him like an oversized coat that didn't fit well. The emaciated body was almost indistinguishable from a dried corpse, its muscles had completely atrophied, and the cyan meridians were unusually conspicuous beneath the blue-gray skin. The bones on his body are extremely prominent, whether it is the ribs or the bones on his arms and thighs, they are almost all in full shape at a glance.

The deep cheekbones revealed his extremely bulging eyes, and the only thing that could be revealed in those godless eyes was dead silence and blankness. And not just his eyes, even his whole face was like this, empty, only dead silence. At the back of his head, a large surgical incision was exposed, and the presence of the skull was completely invisible from near the wound that had been sealed. Obviously, he went through some tragic experiments.

"Charles, Charles. Just as we guessed. Your fellow mutants have really found this place, and they've come to your rescue. Walking up to Professor Charles, General Stryker reached for his wheelchair and bowed his head to him.

"It's not a surprise, is it, but it's hard for me to believe. William, you actually did such a thing to your own son. Professor Charles's gentle gaze fell on the sick and frail man opposite. Isn't even Jason important to you compared to your revenge? ”

"Jason, do you mean my son?" General Stryker let out a low, irrepressible laugh down his throat. "Unfortunately, my son has passed away long ago. Left me with my wife. ”

"I'm sorry, William. I'm sorry about what happened to your wife, but that doesn't excuse what you did to Jason. No matter what, he will always be your son! Charles closed his eyes, feeling guilty about Jason. And this guilt made him a little afraid to face Jason in front of him.

"My son, hehehe!" William. Stryker glanced at Jason, who was in front of him and Charles, and began to whisper in Professor Charles' ear the nightmare that had tormented him for years. "I still dream about when my wife was still alive. At that time, Jason was still a normal child, and my wife was not tortured like that. The family spends a good day in peace and security. That's a dream I'd love to relive with all my might. ”

"And every time I have a dream like this, I regret one thing. Charles, I regret why I sent Jason to your school. I gave you my son, but you gave me back a devil! ”

"Jason has been torturing us since he came back from you. I can see that he is resentful of us, resentful that we put him with you, resentful that we abandoned him, and he began to take revenge on us cruelly, and he wants us to die! ”

Hearing this, Charles bowed his head deeply. He couldn't bear to open his eyes, because he was afraid to see William. Stryker's expression was driven crazy with pain and despair. And William. Stryker's story continues.

"You know, my wife can't stand Jason's fantasies anymore. She prayed to me more than once that I would kill her to set her free, or kill our son. But I can't bear it, I can't bear to break up this family that is already facing breakup, I just want to wait, wait for the situation to improve, and return to the days of happy life as a family. But, like a broken piece of porcelain, no matter how you glue them, they will be broken after all. ”

"Until my poor wife couldn't take it anymore. Finally, one day, she drilled her head through her head with an electric drill in front of me. You know what, Professor Charles. My wife still had a smile on her face the moment she drilled through her head. For her, it was just a relief. And for me, this is just the beginning of a new ordeal. ”

"William, I'm sorry. But please stop. You have created too many tragedies that are as sad and desperate as your story. You already feel this pain, why should you inflict this pain on someone else? ”

With the most complicated emotions of his life, Professor Charles tried his last to persuade him. He did his best to deal with the tragedy of the Strykers, but there was nothing he could do. And now he is still doing his best to stop all the tragic stories that this tragedy has extended from. But as at the beginning, he was still powerless.

With a strange look on his face, General Stryker tapped his skull.

"You know, once I was under the mind control of a woman who almost ended my life. Later, when I was rescued, I made up my mind. In any case, I can't let you mind-controlling bastards control me so easily. So, I had a little surgery. ”

"Your mind control means nothing to me, Charles. But I need you to do something else for me! Stryker reached out and pressed Professor Charles's head, then injected a needle filled with yellow liquid into the back of his head. I want you to atone for all that you've done, and I want you to be the one who holds the scythe of death in all my plans of revenge. ”

"William, don't do it!" Professor Charles resisted desperately, but he was completely unable to resist William's actions as he was spiritually useless.

"It's too late, Charles. It's too late! Looking at Charles's warm eyes, he gradually lost his look, and became wooden and sluggish. William. Stryker's eyes were filled with utter pleasure and madness. "Soon, you'll be able to take your fellow goddamn mutants and roll me into hell with me. Don't forget that time, say hello to Satan for me! ”

It's a pity this time. Professor Charles could no longer argue with him. And that's exactly what General Stryker wants.

With a happy smile, he walked up to his son, who had been tortured out of shape, and whispered in his ear.

"He's yours, Jason. Now it's time for you to get revenge on him. ”

An eerie glow crept up in Jason's dead eyes. He stared at Professor Charles, a non-human smile on his distorted face.

Being able to take revenge on his former teacher is really a happy thing for Jason.

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