The mutant's movement cannot be said to be very important, but for Stryker at this time, even a little bit of turbulence would arouse his alertness.

His plan reached this point now, it was naturally impossible for these mutants to stop him. In order to deal with this situation, he had already made sufficient preparations. Whether it was the group of soldiers under him or the group of mutants controlled by him.

Seeing that the mutant people had already entered the gate of the base, Stryker waved his hand and said to his deputy beside him. "Order and let those weapons be pushed up to me. The soldiers lined up on the spot. We must not let these mutant bastards enter this base alive!"

"General, I saw Magneto there, maybe our troops could not stop them." The moment he saw Magneto, Stryker's adjutant felt a huge panic. The shadow of a man, the name of a tree, and Magneto's reputation were enough to make anyone who knew him feel fear, especially when he showed the power of almost miracle in Paris.

"I said that they can't go to this base alive one step." Stryker pulled out his gun and pressed it on the adjutant's head. "Do you need me to repeat it again?"

"No, sir. I'll go and convey the order now!" Cold sweat flowed down from his head in an instant. Compared with Magneto, the muzzle on his forehead is more deterrent.

The adjutant almost rolled and crawled away from Stryker. As Stryker's adjutant, he knew very well how unstable Stryker's spirit was now. During this period of time, he could really do anything you could imagine.

Watching his adjutant disappear from his sight, Stryker's eyes showed a cold and cruel light. In the final stage of his plan, all his subordinates became his capital for revenge. And he was like a gambler, piling up all his capital on the table little by little. Success is the success and end of his revenge, and failure is that everything he has turned into dust. For him, there is actually no difference. His life is actually just a process of pursuing destruction. Whether it is to destroy himself or destroy mutants.

"Mutants will definitely disappear in this world." He said to himself as if he had made up his mind, and Stryker pushed open the door behind him.

Behind the gate, a spherical space paved with steel appeared in his eyes. Layers of steel covered every corner of the space like scales. Apart from these steels that looked like scales, it could be said that there was nothing here. Only a bridge extending in front of the gate was directly inserted in the middle. If you carefully distinguish it, you will find that this place is actually no different from the room where the spiritual amplifier of Xavier School is located.

On the overpass inside the room, a familiar figure sat there smoothly. He was in a straight suit, a shiny bald head, and a calm and wise look. It was Professor Charles who Magneto and the others had been looking for for a long time. However, in front of Professor Charles, there was another person.

It was a very weak and morbid guy. He sat in a wheelchair like Professor Charles. However, compared with Professor Charles' energetic outfit and expression, he was at another extreme.

A gray-washed wardrobe was covered with a ragged wardrobe like a large undress. His skinny body was almost no different from a mummy. His muscles completely atrophy, and his blue meridians looked extremely conspicuous under the blue-gray skin. The bones were extremely prominent on him. Whether it was the ribs or the bones on his arms and thighs, they could almost see the complete shape at a glance.

His deep cheekbones exposed his extremely protruding eyes, and the unsightly eyes were only dead silence and confusion. Not just his eyes, but even his whole face was like this, empty and dead silence. Behind his head, a huge surgical incision was exposed, and the existence of the skull was completely invisible from the closed wound. Obviously, he had experienced some tragic experiments.

"Charles, Charles. As we thought. Your fellow mutants really found this place and they came to rescue you." Walking to Professor Charles' side, General Stryker reached out to support his wheelchair and lowered his head and said to him.

"It's not surprising, isn't it? But I still find it hard to believe it. William, you did this to your son." Professor Charles' gentle eyes fell on the sick and weak man opposite him. "Is it not important to you to your revenge? "Is even Jason no longer important to you?"

"Jason, are you talking about my son?" General Stryker exuded a low and uncontrollable laugh from his throat. "I'm sorry, my son has passed away long ago. I left me with my wife."

"I'm sorry, William. I'm sorry for your wife's affairs, but this doesn't make an excuse for what Jason did. He's always your son!" Charles closed his eyes, and he always felt guilty about Jason. This guilt made him feel a little afraid to face Jason in front of him.

"My son, haha!" William Stryker glanced at Jason in front of him and Charles, and began to tell the nightmare that had tortured himself for many years in Professor Charles' ear. "I still dream about my wife's life. At that time, Jason was still an ordinary child, and my wife was not tortured like that. The family spent every beautiful day in a plain and stable manner. That was really a dream I would like to relive with all my dreams."

"And whenever I dream like this, I regret one thing. Charles, I regret why I sent Jason to your school. I handed my son to you, but you returned a devil to me!"

"After Jason came back from you, he began to torture us. I can see that he was resenting us, resenting us put him in your place, resenting us for abandoning him, he began to revenge us cruelly, and he wanted 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 tortured by pain and despair. And William Stryker's story continues.

"Do you know, my wife can no longer bear the fantasy created by Jason. She begged me more than once to kill her to free her, or kill our son. But I can't bear to break up this family that is already facing a broken one. I just want to wait, wait for the situation to improve, and return to the happy life of our family. But, just want to be broken porcelain, no matter how you glue them together, they will be broken in the end."

"Until my poor wife could not bear it anymore. Finally one day, she drilled through her head with an electric drill in front of me. Do you know, Professor Charles. My wife still had a smile on her face when she drilled through her head. For her, it was just a relief. For me, it was just the beginning of a new torture."

"William, I'm sorry. But please stop. You have created so many tragedies, which are as sad and desperate as your story. You have already felt this pain, why should you apply this pain to others?"

With the most complex emotions in his life, Professor Charles tried his best to persuade him. He tried his best to the tragedy of the Strykers, but he was powerless. But now he is still doing his best to stop all the tragedy stories extended by this tragedy. But as at the beginning, he is still powerless.

General Stryker knocked his head with a strange look on his face.

"Do you know, I was once under the mental control of a woman, and she almost ended my life. Later, when I was rescued, I made up a decision. In any case, you bastards who can control your mind can control me so easily. So, I had a small operation."

"Your mind control means nothing to me, Charles. But I need you to do something else for me!" Stryker reached out and pressed Professor Charles' head hard, and then injected a shot full of yellow liquid into the back of his head. "I want you to atone for everything you have done, and I want you to be the one holding the death scythe in all my revenge plans."

"William, don't do this!" Professor Charles resisted desperately, but he had lost his soul's effect and could no longer resist William's actions.

"It's too late, Charles. It's too late!" Seeing Charles' warm eyes gradually losing his expression, becoming dull and dull. William Stryker's eyes showed bone-bliss pleasure and madness. "Soon, you can take your damn mutant compatriots to hell with me. Don't forget to say hello to Satan for me at that time!"

Unfortunately, Professor Charles could no longer refute him at this time. And this was exactly what General Stryker wanted.

With a happy smile, he walked to his tortured son, who was unhuman, and whispered in his ear.

"He's yours, Jason. Now is the time for you to take revenge on him."

A strange light quietly rose in Jason's silent eyes. He stared at Professor Charles, and a smile that was not human-like on his twisted face appeared.
Chapter completed!