Listening to Eric's rebuttal, Stryker was silent.

"Looks like I've fallen into your trap anyway, I'm so stupid to be stupid enough to believe a mutant's promise. With the help of those people, you can do whatever you want. Stryker said hoarsely, picking up the cup and taking a sip of it, and through the lenses, Eric saw a sharp glint in his eyes.

The pressure is already exerted enough that if it continues to stretch, the string will break. Eric realized this and duly denied it.

"No, I didn't promise them." Eric's words halted Stryker's movements, and he looked at the mutant across from him suspiciously, not knowing if what he said was true or not.

Eric leaned forward, moved closer to Stryker, and looked him in the eye tightly: "I told them that William Stryker was a dog I had, and I didn't allow them to touch you, and they gave up." The indescribable contempt in his words made Stryker's brow twitch as if he had been whipped, and blood immediately poured into Stryker's eyes.

The doctor stared at the nonchalant man across from him, his hand falling under the coffee table.

"Just kidding, how could I say that about a friend." Eric laughed, drawing sideways glances from the people next to him, his laughter was full of ridicule and malice, Stryker's face was red and white for a while, and he secretly reached for his hand to hesitate before putting it back on the table after a while.

"Eric, you have to know that we are tied to a rope, and if I fall, the next one will be you." Stryker suppressed the anger that overflowed his chest and said in a deep voice. "The people behind the pharmaceutical group this time are not only big companies, but there is another person you can't ignore."

"Who?" Seeing Stryker's solemn message, Eric was also interested.

"Trask." Stryker whispered the name. "Bolívar Trask, you don't know about him, do you?"

Of course, Eric would not be unaware of this one-meter-three-tall dwarf demon, the diminutive Trask is the owner of the former Trask industry, the vanguard of the opposition to mutants, and the creator of the mutant killer sentry machine qì people, he almost wiped out the mutants decades ago with his own efforts, and was sentenced to prison for his crime after the plan failed.

Now that Trask has reappeared, he is definitely the only one to be hit.

"He disappeared for a while after he was released from prison, and this time as soon as he appeared, he took the opportunity to say that he wanted to start a war against us and take the opportunity to make a comeback, as far as I know, he has set his sights on the position of the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) and wants to prepare for his next plan." Stryker saw that no one was paying attention to him, and approached Eric and whispered. "We can't let him get his way, he hates us."

Eric groaned for a moment and asked, "What are his plans?" ”

"I don't know." Stryker replied frankly. "But it's certainly not going to be a good thing, he's going to deal with us."

The person who cares about you the most must be your enemy, and this sentence is proven once again at this moment. As soon as Trask made a move, Stryker wanted to kill Stryker, and Stryker also realized the role of his old boss and enemy in this matter, and immediately found Eric as an ally. Now that Eric knows what's going on, he has only one choice.

"Of course I'm with you." He finally said what Stryker wanted to hear the most.

Hearing Eric's words, Stryker finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now the president is my biggest reliance, but he wants serum, more serum, only one ** I can't do." He said hurriedly, desperate for practical support from Eric. "You're going to have to give me more of that bloodline, I know you can get it."

"Don't get an inch, William." Eric ruthlessly discouraged his expectations. "Do you think this country can afford so many artificial bloods? No, I dare say that once your serum proves to be youthful, even if it has the negative effect of thirst for blood, there will be a lot of rich people rushing to the door with bags of bills. The serum can't fall into the hands of the military at all, it has been booked by the upper class when it's still in your real room, and the same goes for the medical group, no matter which side will not allow the serum to flow to ordinary people, they will divide the sphere of influence, and then monopolize immortality like a monopoly on drugs and finance. ”

Eric's words punctured Stryker's illusions like a bubble, and he sat back limply. Stryker knew that the mutant he hated the most was telling the truth, that the class of the country he was hell-bent on protecting was close to solidification, and that those in power could do anything to maintain their position.

"Perhaps I should recommend reading this book---- 'Sixty Families Rule America,' which was written in 1973 by a man named Fernand Lundberg after a long period of research." Eric picked up the cup and said leisurely. "A number of prominent and well-connected families have mastered the country in different ways through various means of operation, and although they cannot directly pass on the power in their hands to their descendants, the family resources and influence have been passed down from generation to generation until they are eternal."

Stryker was speechless.

The more you know, the more doubts you have, these days the oppression and inner anxiety he has been subjected to are quietly weakening his will, after deviating from the original path, he is no longer the person whose will is as strong as steel, and the ** of fame and fortune is like a pin. The soul-crushing wine had diluted decades of hatred, and now Eric's words were shaking the foundations of his decades-old understanding.

"William, why are you fighting mutants, is it really because of the threat of mutants, or is it to protect these nobles today? Protect these people who benefit from harming ordinary people all the time? Eric wasted no time in admonishing. Are mutants really a threat compared to them? Don't forget, you yourself have mutant blood in your veins, and it was you who passed it on to Jensen, and you, like your son, are all mutants. ”

"No, I'm not." Stryker wanted to stand up and roar, but his power seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole, and a deep crack gradually created in his already strong mental defense, how he wanted to stand up and shout, but in this most firm belief of himself, he lost confidence. Eric ripped off his disguise and pointed out the bloody reality to him.

"I'm not ......," he muttered, but he couldn't even make out what he was saying.

Eventually, he sat back in his chair and hung his head weakly.

"You're not young anymore, is it worth it to be entangled by an illusory goal all your life? Think about it, and I'll help you with the hearing. Eric stood up and patted him on the shoulder, ready to leave.

As Eric comforted Stryker, a gaze fell from outside the café, first shocked, then immediately transformed into a monstrous rage, with a hint of joy in it.

Eric sensitively sensed the change in the magnetic field, and he looked over there, and the man had already left, only people on the side of the road.

Leaving the dejected Stryker in the coffee shop, Eric walks down the street alone, browsing the various storefronts, passing the bustling crowds and navigating the streets and alleys.

As he walked into a remote path, a man suddenly approached, grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall, and pressed a sharp object against his throat.

It was Scott, and it was from him that Eric had just felt the gaze, and he saw Eric and Stryker talking together, so he ambushed him on the road.

"You colluded with Stryker, you betrayed the Academy, you betrayed us, didn't you?" Scott clenched the sharp weapon in his hand and shouted, his voice full of anger and excitement, the two emotions intertwined repeatedly, and Eric couldn't tell which one was more.

"What are you holding against me, is it a toothpick, or is it your talk?" Eric stared at Scott, who was already taller than Scott and was being pushed against the wall again, and he looked down at his excited colleague from the closest distance.

"Don't try to change the subject, answer me!" Stert screamed, his weapon nearly piercing into Eric's skin.

"Answer what? You are so happy that I met Stryker, you thought Jean would come back to you this way? Eric left two human bodies incomplete, and Scott was shaken like a lightning bolt when the secret of his heart was revealed, and he let go of his hand weakly.

"She chose you, I know ......", Scott dropped what he was holding and slowly stepped back.

"There is no choice", Eric looked at him pityingly. "Never. When I showed up in front of her, she knew I was the one she was waiting for. It was I who saved her from the darkness, and I gave her a new lease of life. ”

"Why don't you kill me?" Scott lifted his face and forced the tears from his eyes to fall, he was so sad that Eric couldn't bear to hit him again.

"You're young, Scott. Behind...... There are better ones to come. Eric patted him the shoulder, leaving the sad man.

When he turned around, he saw Logan blocking the exit of the alley, the pair of sharp alloy claws slowly retracting, and at some point the rough-looking colleague followed them.

Behind Eric, Scott sat down with his back against the wall, demented.

"I used to think we would be brothers." As he rubbed shoulders with Logan, Eric said.

"You're a jerk, all the time." Ignoring him, Logan walked over to Scott and handed him a cigar.

"If you want to cry, cry, drink a glass of wine with me after crying, man...... You have to go through this hurdle. Logan sat next to Scott, lit a cigar and took a few puffs, raised his head to look at the vast blue sky, the white clouds were slowly stretching in its embrace, and a person's voice and smile suddenly appeared in his mind, and the long-lost memory made him intoxicated as soon as it appeared.

Scott took a few hard puffs of his cigar and suddenly coughed, and Logan patted his vest and Scott's tears flowed.

"The one I love the most has abandoned me, and the one I love the most has abandoned me." The man burst into tears.

Hearing the cry behind him, Eric gradually felt melancholy in his heart, he had walked this way back to the academy many times, and never this time made him feel so far away.

Is it because of Stryker?

The last time I saw him, he was a respectable opponent, but now he has degenerated into an ordinary old man.

Or is it because of Scott?

Eric can't answer this question, he is destined to gain a lot and lose a lot at the same time on this path.

In his thoughts, he suddenly stopped.

At the gate of the academy, a woman was staring at him from afar, her fiery red figure burning like in the wind.

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