The ticking of water droplets woke the sleeping professor, and he opened his eyes, blurred vision gradually cleared, and a figure emerged from the darkness.

"William......" he called out the other man's name.

The familiar psychic abilities of the past subconsciously extended out of consciousness, and as a result, it was like hitting a solid wall, and an inexplicable feeling of dizziness reverberated and vibrate. The professor felt the strange device on his head, and it was his reaction that humanity had found a way to restrain its power.

"It's called a nerve suppressor, and it's enough to keep you out of your abilities." Stryker pointed to his brain, and he smirked, "Charles, this feeling of weakness isn't bad, right?" ”

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, and Stryker had always been afraid of the strong strength of mutants, especially Professor Charles, who was really difficult to find a way to deal with the opponent's unguardable psychic ability.

"What did you do to Hank?" The professor asked anxiously as he remembered his companion who had come to the White House with him.

"He should thank me." Stryker sneered. "I stopped him from wearing the fur of that beast, and he's back to normal."

The professor raised his hands, but found himself firmly confined to his wheelchair, remembering what he had seen before he fell unconscious, and a chill spread through the old man's heart.

"William, why are you doing this?" The Professor tries to convince Stryker that he knows the root cause of the other party's hatred of mutants. "You want me to cure your son, but mutants don't have a disease, it's a genetic change, and it's human evolution."

"Shut up, Charles!" Stryker, who had maintained his composure, suddenly roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, and his hateful gaze stared at the old man in the wheelchair.

"Put away your set! Charles, you have turned my son into a devil, and since he came back from your school, he has taken pleasure in torturing my thoughts and that of my wife, and he thinks that we are responsible for all this...... Our minds are filled with visions every day, and those screams of fear echo in my ears day and night. In the end, my wife, in order to drive away the horrific illusions in her mind, she ...... Got an electric drill into the temple! ”

Colonel Stryker, who has always been cold to the world, has a trembling voice, containing intense sorrow and hatred, and he blames the professor and mutants for the tragic end of his family's ruin.

It's really ironic to say that he has studied mutants for most of his life, and his own son is actually a terrible mutant. Fate makes a silent mockery of Stryker, the tormented Colonel, determined to exterminate mutants, and only by destroying all the damned bastards can he barely get his inner salvation!

"I hate you guys, but I have to admit that mutants can be useful sometimes." He looked at the secretary beside him, who had the appearance of an Asian woman.

Yuriko's bodyguard and secretary is also a mutant, and Stryker has physically modified her, like Wolverine Logan, to be injected with Edelman alloy, codenamed "Dead Girl", and is also one of the experimental results of the "Weapon X" program.

"The mutant distress signal in Los Angeles, you sent it on purpose?" The clear-thinking professor suddenly woke up.

"Of course." Stryker admits frankly that he walks around his wheelchair like a painter showing off his proud work, "I know that you guys, mutants aren't invulnerable, on the contrary, you are sometimes easier to deal with than the average person. ”

"A hypocrite like you in the cloak of morality, full of peaceful ideas, it doesn't take much effort to lead you into a trap, a circus actor who has been coerced by me, pitifully begging you for help, as a mentor among mutants, of course you will send students to help him...... Well, you see, with the younger generation of mutants leaving, it's easier to settle you out again. ”

Stryker wiped his lenses, and he condescendingly looked down at the old man who had no ability to resist, the famous Professor Charles, the omnipotent mind master, who was now his own prisoner.

Mr. Colonel stared deeply into the professor's eyes, he no longer needed to be afraid of this old man reading his thoughts, the blue light of the nerve suppressor on the bald head flickered, imprisoning the other party's powerful psychic ability in this aging body.

"Of course, my ultimate goal is not you, nor is it Eric Lansel's terrorist, what I want to do is to wipe out the mutants!"

The intense hatred was like a raging flame, scorching Stryker's heart, and only through complete revenge could he get a moment of peace.

"I've been dealing with mutants for no less time than you, but the most worrying thing is that you never know how many mutants there are in the world, and how to find them-" A grim gaze reflected behind the glasses, "Except for you, Charles!" ”

The professor was anxious, his psychic power constantly pounding against the non-existent solid wall, trying to break through the blockade of the brain, but the neural suppressor was like an indestructible cage, locking the world's most powerful psychic controller in his shell.

"It's a pity that this hallucinogenic potion is too little for you, and your power is much stronger, so I have to find another way."

Stryker beckoned, and the soldiers outside the door pushed in a man with a numb expression and gloomy eyes, the other party was wearing a wide linen coat, with sutures left over from the operation on his head, and a metal instrument like an octopus's tentacles, inserted through the back of his neck, which was shocking!

"Allow me to introduce you to Mutant 143, the fluid secreted by the brain can control the minds of others, but it is still experimental."

"Jensen?" The professor exclaimed, looking at Stryker in disbelief, "Oh my God! William, this is your son! What did you do to him! ”

Stryker's face was expressionless, his pain and hatred had been vented, and his cold heart would not fluctuate at all, "No, Charles! My son is dead, and he's a mutant freak like you! ”

He glanced coldly at the bald professor and strode out of the room, he still had to deal with the mutant kids at school, and only after he had caught them all before he could free up his hands to concentrate on Magneto.

As for Charles Xavier, at that time, his brain would become the most powerful weapon in his hands.

Colonel Stryker walks out of the detention chamber and sees Sean in white uniform, a young man who has recently entered the dam base of Lake Akalia to assist in the capture and research of mutants.

"Congratulations, Mr. Colonel. I heard that you caught the famous Professor Charles. The young man, as always, smiled gently.

Stryker frowned, he had a certain degree of wariness for Sean, and opened his mouth to warn, "Don't wander around, Mr. Siperth, this place is full of dangerous mutants, maybe those mongrels like beasts will show their claws to you at any time." ”

"Of course, I know my range of activities very well." Sean nodded and said with a relaxed expression: "I've always been very obedient." ”

Looking at the back of the young man who was gradually moving away, Stryker told his subordinates uneasily: "No one is allowed to approach this room without the correct password, and intruders will be killed!" Including me! ”

He knew that there was a Changeling among the mutants who could transform anyone, and after explaining everything, Stryker stepped out of the dam base and boarded the helicopter bound for Westchester.

Tonight will be the end of mutants.