Someone is proud, naturally someone will be disappointed, when this disappointed person is named William. At Stryker's time, his sorrow was twice as high as that of ordinary people. ［

Rewind the clock to a year ago, and Mr. Stryker is still the mutant's most ferocious enemy, and he is like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, which always terrifies the powerful with power. He was brave and fearless, with the courage of Don Quixote and the wrist of Richelieu; He played tricks to turn the radical Brotherhood against the moderate Xavier Academy. Under his manipulation, Magneto went to prison, and Professor X fell into his hands at his mercy - if the world had become the most outstanding unsung hero in human history by that time - it was he who succeeded in retrieving ordinary people.

However, at this time, fate played a merciless joke on the poor Colonel, and a mutant who suddenly appeared broke the Colonel's plan, and then drove him to death step by step, forcing him to become a pawn of the enemy.

How could a dignified Stryker endure such a humiliation? Even if all the monsters recorded in the Old Testament of the Bible appeared together, and the Leviathans, Philphilims, and ancient serpents took turns attacking him, Mr. William would have to save the day.

It's a pity that such a hero is not taken seriously by his superiors, and with the connivance of those short-sighted guys, a group of despicable teammates, coveting his achievements and coveting lucrative benefits, quietly attack him. Under pressure from behind, Stryker had to work with the hateful mutant and fell into his clutches.

Although there have been many back-and-forths, the Colonel has now completely fallen to his lifelong enemy, living in a small base near Kingston, a small city in southeastern Canada. Located on the U.S.-Canadian border and adjacent to Lake Ontario, the site is a Canadian grain storage and export port, and the site was converted from a disused medium-sized barn.

Here, William. Stryker can continue to play with the machinations he excels at, but this time the target is the former allies.

In a hidden freezer. A stout man with a metal arm half-reclined on a seat filled with transparent pipes, staring blankly at the Hydra logo above the ceiling, next to two men in white medical suits busily examining the scars and sparkling electronic components on his body.

Stryker peered out of the room through a layer of one-way glass, and next to him stood one of his most trusted men.

"This time the Winter Soldier came into contact with Captain America, and although he successfully retreated under cover, he seems to have recovered some memories." Subordinates report to the commander.

"Don't worry, Leo." Stryker calls out his men's names. "Prepare him, he's just been out of the cold freeze for too long."

The subordinate nodded in agreement, and then made another suggestion: "Do you want to give him another ice pick therapy?" ”

Stryker hesitated, the ice pick therapy was to use a hammer to chisel a steel nail directly into the recipient's eyeball. Then stir the steel nail with his bare hands to destroy the patient's anterior lobe. This procedure, which is quick and easy and does not require strict sterilization, was quite popular in the mid-twentieth century, and was widely believed to make people well-behaved and docile - on the surface.

However, this kind of operation is not necessary, that person has already given an order, as long as the Winter Soldier is unstable, he can be thrown out on the street at any time, anyway, this place has been disguised as a base for Hydra, whether it is S.H.I.E.L.D. or someone else who picks up this lost lamb. Stryker doesn't have to be held responsible.

So when Leo asked, Stryker shook his head and just waved him to do so.

Now he's going to have a headache with someone else.

There was a faint sound of argument in the hallway, through the thick iron door. He could also tell that they were his other two closest men: Jester. Warren and Lucas. Burton.

He sighed, the change of position could not be reversed in an instant, and if Lucas still couldn't accept it, he could only send him away. Although it would cause him to lose an arm, further reducing his already weakened strength.

Leo conveyed the order and saw the chief's expression. Hurriedly went out to stop the two people.

As the sound faded away, Stryker sat down tiredly and pulled out a vial of crimson artificial plasma and poured it into his mouth—he was no ordinary person anymore.

The frustration of this dislocation drove him around the base, finally approaching the place he would never normally want to set foot in.

"It's so rare, it's William." The eyes of the dwarf scientist are still so vicious, and the thick lenses can't hide the sharp gaze at all.

"Hello, Bolívar." For the first time in forty years, Stryker had officially said hello to his old superiors.

Trask didn't answer, staring at Stryker through his glasses for a moment, then slowly continuing his work.

It was rare that he didn't drive away, and Stryker didn't leave, he looked at the equipment on the workbench aimlessly, and suddenly felt that it was somewhat familiar.

"It's ...... Sentry? Stryker asked, a little unsure, for the design was very different from the mechs of the past, with tiny pieces of metal covering the surface of the humanoid armor like ancient fish scale armor leaves, and there were no complicated instruments and equipment in them, only a cavity that could accommodate the human body.

Trask glanced at Stryker, his eyes thawing slightly, and he had been in this secret base for two months, and even the scholar who was bent on the light was a little depressed.

"That's right." Trask patted his creation with great pride. "With Mr. Eric's support, I have regained my perfect Ming."

Stryker was silent for a moment, he knew what Eric had promised Trask, and that behind the mad scientist's hostility to mutants was a strong inferiority complex for his mutilated body, not really to protect humanity.

"Do you really believe he can give you a different body?"

"Since he can do it himself, he can definitely help me." Trask is older than Stryker, but he looks down on the Colonel who uses Bloodline potions, and is bent on transforming himself into the mutant he once hated and envied the most.

The dwarf scientist doesn't worry about Eric's promise, he sees Magneto as the conquerors of history, and one thing the conquerors have in common is that they can tolerate people who have hurt them, but who are truly talented.

Talented people can of course tolerate people who have betrayed in the past, such as William. Stryker, Trask hopes to get an ally of similar origin by Eric's side in the future.

So he took the trouble to explain.

"Don't judge Mr. Eric by the eyes of the past, he's not a mutant in the traditional sense. Don't you see that he is neither the kind of person who has the ability to excel in some way, nor is he an athlete like a beast? His power is creeping deeper into unimaginable realms, and he never neglects the role of science. It's not that he can't be stronger, it's that he wants to be completely in control. I don't know exactly what he's thinking, but I have a guess......"

Trask sells out, and Stryker asks after him.

"What is it?" The colonel asked confusedly, he had been in a bad state lately, and he hadn't thought too much about some things.

Trask smiled with satisfaction, and the gnome was convinced that he would be the leader of the two again.

"He wanted to trace the roots of mutant abilities and find the first starting point from the complex variety of talents." Trask stared into Stryker's eyes and said slowly.

"You mean?" Stryker's throat suddenly became a little dry.

"He wants to be an all-powerful mutant. A level mutant. The dwarf accentuated his tone.

"No way, only the Lord is omnipotent!" Stryker subconsciously retorted, and then immediately reacted.

Trask smiled sarcastically, and the colonel couldn't help but be a little ashamed of his naivety, he didn't know if the old superior's guess was correct, but he felt cold when he thought about it, and he admitted that Eric was indeed different from the others.

The professor is very capable but has a small appetite, and what he wants is to keep it as it is, and to be a little better will satisfy his desire; Magneto, on the other hand, is not willing to be subservient to ordinary people. He wants to confront humanity, reverse the unfavorable shape, and establish the mutants' own country.

Even a secret behemoth like Hydra has a clear goal, they want to seize control of the world.

Only what Eric wants. Stryker never figured it out.

On the one hand, he saves the people, builds fame, and is like a hero, and on the other hand, he cultivates power. Recruit henchmen and admit those whose positions have been conflicting. If he does have a plan, it must not be a simple desire to get something.

"These are your own conjectures. Maybe he didn't think that way at all. Stryker retorted.

Trask smiled contemptuously, caressing the fine scales as carefully as if he were a treasure.

"You know what, these aren't the sentinels of the past, humans can't manipulate them at all, only mutants can. My previous assumption could only simulate some superficial abilities, fire is fire, ice is ice, and after the molecular structure is optimized and arranged, it seems that the prototype is still powerful, but in fact, there is no growth at all, and the most ideal state can only be copied and shared with low-end capabilities, once those powerful mutants really understand the mystery of the ability to forcibly compress the high temperature like the fire man, the sentinels can only rely on numbers to win. The only problem with mutants is that the talent of the race is unevenly distributed, a hundred mutants may only be a few exceptionally strong, the rest can only do some auxiliary work, how much water the barrel can hold, obviously not determined by these particularly long boards, but now it is different! ”

The dwarf stepped on the chair and climbed onto the workbench and looked condescendingly at William. Stryker.

"It's different now. With Mr. Eric's wise decision, with my help, the biggest shortcomings of the uneven strength of mutants will be compensated, and in the near future, as long as they are mutants, they will have the opportunity to become people, no matter how useless their original talent is, they can be transformed into customized abilities through guò my creation, and eventually we will have a team of fire and ice men, who can fly into the sky like Iron Man, or they can burn the world or freeze the earth, when they stand in front of the stage, No matter how powerful the country and army are, there is no point at all, the heroes will be eliminated, and the world will enter the age of mythology. This is the miracle of mutants, and I, too, will be one of them. ”

Stryker was cold, he staggered back a few steps, and was about to turn and run away, when he suddenly saw the blood vial in his hand.

With a wry smile, the colonel leaned his back against the wall and drank the red from the bottle. (To be continued!)

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