Chapter 117

Mutant's movement cannot be said to be big, but for Stryker at this time, even a little disturbance will arouse his alertness.

His plan has reached the point it is now, and it is naturally impossible to let these Mutants stop him. In order to deal with this situation, he had already made sufficient preparations. Whether it was the group of soldiers under his command or the group of Mutant under his control.

Seeing that the Mutants had penetrated the gate of the base, Stryker waved his hand and said to his deputy. "Order to go down and let those weapons go up for me. Soldiers lined up on the spot, absolutely can't let these mutant bastards walk into this base alive!"

"General, I saw Magneto there , Maybe our troops can't stop them." The moment he saw Magneto, Stryker's adjutant felt a huge panic. The shadow of the person, the name of the tree, and Magneto's reputation are enough to make anyone who knows him feel terrified, especially after he showed the power of Gods Vestige in Paris.

"I said, they can't let them walk into this base alive." Stryker took out his own gun and placed it on the adjutant's head. "Do you need me to repeat the second time?"

"No, sir. I will deliver the order now!" The cold sweat flowed from his head in an instant. Compared with Magneto, the muzzle on oneself's forehead is more deterrent.

The adjutant almost ran away from the front of Stryker. As the adjutant of Stryker, he understood how unstable Stryker's spirit was. In this period of time, he really You can do anything you can imagine.

Watching the adjutant own disappear from his sight, Stryker's eyes showed a cold and ferocious radiance. In the final stage of his plan, all his subordinates became his capital for revenge. And he is like a gambler, piling up oneself's capital little by little on the table. Success is the success and end of his revenge, and failure is that everything about him turns to dust. For him, it makes no difference. In fact, his life was nothing but a process of pursuing destruction. Whether it is destroying oneself, or destroying Mutant.

"Mutant, will definitely disappear in this world." As if determined to oneself, Stryker pushed open the door behind oneself.

Behind the gate, a spherical space paved with steel appeared in his eyes. Layers of steel cover every corner of this space like scales. Except for these steel like scales, there is nothing here. Only an overpass that extends in front of the gate is inserted straight into the center. If you distinguish it carefully, you will find that this is actually no different from the room where the Xavier School's Psychic Amplifier is located.

On the flyover inside this room, a familiar silhouette sat there steadily. A neat suit, a bright bald head, and also the calm and wise eyes. It was Magneto who had been looking for Professor Charles for a long time. But in front of Professor Charles, there is also another person.

That's a guy who looks pretty weak and sick. He sits in a wheelchair like Professor Charles. However, compared with Professor Charles's costume and expression in great spirits, he is at another extreme.

An old, gray-washed hospital suit was put on him like an unfit large coat. The skinny body is almost indistinguishable from a dry corpse. The muscles are completely atrophied. The azure meridian is very conspicuous under the cyan-gray color skin. The skeleton is extremely prominent on his body, whether it is the ribs or the skeletons on the arms and thighs, almost all the complete shapes can be seen at a glance.

The deep cheekbones exposed his extremely protruding eyes. Only silence and blankness revealed in those godless eyes. Not just the look in his eyes, even his entire face was like this, nothing but dead silence. And behind his head, a huge surgical incision was exposed, and the skull was completely invisible from the vicinity of the sealed wound. Obviously, he has experienced some tragic experiments.

"Charles, Charles. As we guessed. Your Mutant compatriots really found this place, and they came to rescue you." Stepping to the side of Professor Charles, General Stryker reached out his hand He held his wheelchair and said to him with his head down.

"It's not worth the surprise, isn't it, but I still find it hard to believe. William, you actually did such a thing to your own son." Professor Charles's gentle eyes fell on the sick and weak opposite. Of the person. "Isn't even Jason important to you relative to your revenge?"

"Jason, are you talking about my son?" General Stryker vomited from his throat Low, unstoppable laughter. "It's a pity that my son has passed away a long time ago. He left me with my wife."

"I'm sorry, William. I'm sorry about your wife, but that doesn't work. Be an excuse for what you did to Jason. In any case, he will always be your son!" Charles closed his eyes, and he always felt guilty for Jason. And this guilt made him afraid to face Jason in front of oneself.

"My son, Hehe!" William Stryker glanced at Jason in front of oneself and Charles, and began to talk about the nightmare that has tortured oneself for many years in the ear of Professor Charles. "I still dream now, when my wife was still alive. At that time, Jason was still a normal child, and my wife was not tortured into that way. The family lived smoothly and peacefully through every beautiful day. . That’s really a beautiful dream I’m willing to use all to relive."

"And whenever I have such a dream, I regret one thing. Charles, I regret why I want to take Jason Send it to your school. I gave you my son, but you gave me a devil back!"

"After Jason returned from you, he began torturing Looking at us. I can see that he is resenting us, resenting us for putting him in your place, resenting us for abandoning him, and he began to retaliate against us cruelly, he wants us to die!"

Hearing this, Charles lowered his head deeply. He couldn't bear to open his eyes, because he was afraid to see William Stryker's expression that had been tormented by pain and despair. And the story of William Stryker continues.

"You know, my wife can't stand the fantasy created by Jason. She prayed to me more than once, let me kill her to liberate her, or kill our son. But I can’t bear it. I can’t bear to dismantle this broken family. I just want to wait and wait for the situation to get better and return to the happy life of our family. However, it’s just like a broken porcelain. , No matter how you glue them, they are broken after all."

"Until my poor wife couldn't stand it anymore. Finally one day, she used an electric drill in front of me I wear my own head. You know what, Professor Charles. My wife still had a smile on her face when she penetrated oneself's head. For her, it was just relief. For me, it was nothing but relief. It’s the beginning of a new torture."

"I’m sorry, William. But please stop. You have created too many tragedies, and these tragedies are as sad as your stories. Despair. You have already felt this pain, why do you want to impose this pain on others?"

With the most complicated emotions in oneself’s life, Professor Charles did oneself’s last effort persuaded. He tried his best to deal with the tragedy of the Stryker family, but was powerless. And now he is still doing his best to oneself, wanting to stop all the tragic stories extended by this tragedy. But like at first, he is still powerless.

General Stryker with a strange expression on his face, knocked his own head.

"You know, once I was under the mind control of a woman, and she almost ended my life. Later when I was rescued, I made up my mind. Anyway, Can't let you bastards who can control the mind control me so easily. So, I had a small operation."

"Your mind control is meaningless to me, Charles. But I need you to do other things for me!" Stryker reached out and pressed Professor Charles' head firmly, and then injected an injection full of yellow liquid into the back of his head. "I want you to atone for all your sins. I want you to be the one holding the Death sickle in all my revenge plans."

"William, don't do this!" Professor Charles desperately Rebelled, but he, who had lost his function in mind, was completely unable to resist William's actions.

"It's too late, Charles. It's too late!" Seeing Charles's gentle eyes gradually lost his expression and became dull and sluggish. William Stryker's eyes showed utter happiness and madness. "Soon, you can take your damn Mutant compatriots and roll me into hell. Don't forget that time, say hello to Satan for me!"

Unfortunately this time . Professor Charles could no longer refute him. And this is exactly what General Stryker wants.

He walked up to his already tortured son, with a pleasant smile, and whispered repeatedly in his ear.

"He is yours, Jason. Now is the time for you to retaliate against him."

A strange brilliance rose quietly in Jason's dead eyes. He stared at Professor Charles, a non-human smile appeared on his twisted face.

To retaliate against the former Teacher is really a pleasure for Jason.