Stryker's face remained the same, he knew that these vulture-like capitalists would not come to him for no reason, they must have a need.

The ruthless soldier nodded slightly, agreeing with Marcus's words, his life's wish was to send the mutants hidden in human society to the dissecting table one by one, so that they could end their filthy lives in wailing and pain.

"Watsonton can help Mr. Colonel." Marcus saw that the heat was almost up and threw out the bait.

The lab needed more data on mutants for pair-to-pair comparison and screening results, but Stryker would have rejected the request. Those important core materials, but the other party's life's work, how can they get their hands on it without paying a huge price.

Stryker smiled faintly, he didn't have anything to ask Watsonton, and when he negotiated a deal with such a hungry wolf-like chaebol group, the benefits always fell to him in the end.

His mentor, Bolívar Teslac, in addition to being a forward-thinking scientist, was a slick and shrewd businessman who founded Trask Industries, which had been close to the state sector since the Nixon administration, winning its first pot of gold through various political investments and illegal annexations.

Later, when Teslak was researching the mysteries of human DNA, he discovered the X gene contained in the body of mutants, and he proposed to the government to create military weapons to kill mutants to prevent humans from being exterminated by mutants who went further down the evolutionary path like Neanderthals.

It's a pity that this genius scientist with good political skills and ambitions, with the outbreak of the Watergate scandal, Nixon, who was relied on, stepped down, and Teslak was also implicated, accused of being a political prisoner, and imprisoned in a dark prison.

And Stryker took the opportunity to take all of Teslak's achievements, and took over the other party's mutant research, and developed the "X weapon" plan later.

"As far as I know, Colonel Stryker's Weapon X program seems to have been ineffective and unable to satisfy the military, what they need is a killing machine that can be mass-produced and put into the battlefield, and the humanoid weapons made by mutant genes have little appeal to them."

Marcus narrowed his eyes, of course he knew that this Mr. Colonel had been in an embarrassing situation recently, and the research on mutants had achieved some results, but as time passed, both the White House and the military no longer paid attention to these special groups hidden in human society, so it was difficult to get more investment, and even vaguely wanted to cut funds and close the dam base of Lake Akaria.

Stryker's eyes were gloomy, Marcus was indeed telling the truth, the military's resources are limited, and it is impossible to invest in a research project that cannot be effective for a long time, and recently General Ross, who was born in the north, has set up a separate research team to prepare to reproduce the "Super Soldier Project" of the last century, which has been supported and agreed by many people.

Resources are limited, and while some people get more, others are destined to have less. The difficult situation led Stryker to even come up with a crazy and daring plan to control the mutants to attack the White House, assassinate the president, and direct and act in a good show to convince the government that the existence of mutants is a great threat, in order to gain military support and win resource tilt.

"General Ross is far more well-connected than you, and has deep roots, with a prominent background from a famous family, recreating the Captain America of the last century and building a super legion...... Such a project undoubtedly requires a huge investment, and in contrast, is there any need to continue the research on mutants with no prospects? ”

Marcus chuckled lowly, and Senator Kelly next to him couldn't help but feel frightened, these plutocratic giants like scavengers are really like the devils in Faust, dragging humans into the endless abyss full of temptation little by little.

Stryker's eyes changed, of course he understood that cooperating with these capitalists often had to pay a heavy price beyond his imagination, and if he was not careful, he might be kicked away by the other party at any time as an outcast.

"What does Watsendon need me to give?" He didn't think that he was an army colonel and had something that could be valued by the other party.

With a gigantic giant like this dominating the U.S. medical market, the generals of the Department of Defense are happy to have an extra generous friend if they want to.

"The gene pool of mutants." Marcus understated.

He knew that Stryker had taken over Teslak's life's work, and after a large-scale arrest of mutants, the army colonel had built a gene bank of mutants, which stored the genetic code of mutants for generations, which had extremely great scientific research value.

Hearing Marcus's request, Stryker's eyes suddenly radiated a fierce light, like an enraged lone wolf, baring its sharp fangs. The gene pool of mutants can be said to be the result and hard work of his life, and it is impossible to give it to others, even if it is at the cost of his life!

"Watsonton's appetite is a little too big." Stryker said coldly.

Even if he faced the difficult situation of being cut by the military for research funding, it was really whimsical for the other party to easily take away the gene pool of mutants from his hands.

"Please don't get me wrong." Marcus seemed to be an experienced hunter, and instead of immediately closing the prey into a dead end, he relented slightly: "I just want Colonel Stryker to open up some of the permission of the mutant gene pool, and in return, I will also use some White House connections to make your situation a little better - isn't this how trust is slowly built?" Watsendon never expects a free lunch. ”

"Watsendon is conducting research on mutant suppression agents, so you need more experimental data and information, you can provide these Colonel Stryker to me, and in order to show the sincerity of cooperation, the Department of Defense will not cut your funds and cut your project, on the contrary, you will get more."

Marcus seems to have a strong sense of confidence, he has been involved in countless business negotiations and knows how to break down his opponent's psychological defenses one step at a time. It's like hunting, slowly tighten the encirclement, but don't force the prey to the point of nowhere all at once, so that they struggle violently to resist, loosen a gap, let it relax its vigilance, and the final blow is fatal!

This is how many shrewd politicians or profit-seeking businessmen fell at the feet of Marcus and became a stepping stone for him to reach the top.

Stryker groaned and didn't speak, he took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose and wiped them carefully, his mind was in a fierce battle of thoughts, the colonel didn't want to share his results with others, but having the cake alone meant taking the risk alone.

"Hopefully Watsonton won't let me down." Stryker sighed heavily, his gloomy eyes glinting with an inexplicable light, he needed the power of Watsonton to get through this.

As for the cooperation after that? He sneered in his heart, maybe this Watsonton helmsman would be interested in seeing the power of mutants.

After agreeing on each other, Stryker didn't stay long, hurriedly exchanged a few words and pushed the door away, and Senator Kelly was not like a resolute army colonel, he and Watsendon had more room to communicate.

After a pleasant conversation, Senator Kelly got the expected promise and left in a relaxed mood.

The senator got into the car, remembered Marcus's advice, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Hehe, Osborne and Ambrera, two weak opponents. ”