Chapter 118: William Jason's Vengeance

The movement of the mutant can't be said to be big, but for Stryker at this time, even a little bit of wind and grass will cause him to be alert.
His plan has reached the point where it is now, and naturally it is impossible for these mutants to stop him. In order to deal with this situation, he has already prepared well. Whether it is the group of soldiers under his command, or the group of people who are controlled by him.
Watching the mutants have reached the front of the base, Stricker waved and said to his deputy. "The command goes on, let the weapons give me the top. The soldiers are on the line and they must not let these mutants live into this base!"
"General, I saw that the Wanwang Wang was there, maybe our troops couldn't stop them." When he saw the magnetic king, Stricker's adjutant felt a huge panic. The shadow of man, the name of the tree, and the power of the King of Magnum are enough to make anyone who knows him feel terrified, especially after he shows the power of near miracle in Paris.
"I said, you can't let them walk a step into the base." Strike pulled out his gun and placed it on the adjutant's head.
Do you need me to repeat the second time?

"No, sir. I will tell the order now!" The cold sweat flowed from his head in a flash. Compared with the Wanwang Wang, the muzzle on his head is more deterrent.
The adjutant almost ran away from the front of Stryker. As an adjutant of Stryker, he understood how unstable the spirit of Stryker is now. In this time period, he really You can do anything you can imagine.
Watching his adjutant disappear from sight, Streiker's eyes showed a cold and ferocious light. In the final stage of his plan, all his men became the capital of his revenge. And like a gambler, he is putting all his capital on the table a little bit. Success is the success and end of his revenge, and failure, that is, his everything is turned into dust. For him, this is actually no different. His life is actually just a process of pursuing destruction. Whether it is destroying oneself or destroying a mutant.
"The mutants will definitely disappear into this world." As if he had made up his mind to say something to himself, Stryker pushed the door behind him.
After the gate, a spherical space of steel appeared in his eyes. Layers of steel are like scales that fill every corner of the space. In addition to these steels like scales, it can be said that there is nothing left. Only a flyover that extends in front of the gate is inserted straight in the middle. When you take a closer look, you will find that there is no difference between the room and the room where the Xavier School's Psychic Amplifier is located.
On the flyover inside the room, a familiar figure sits there smoothly. A handsome suit, a bright bald head, and a calm and wise look. It was the magnetic king who searched for Professor Charles for a long time. But in front of Professor Charles, there is another person.
It was a guy who looked rather cowardly and sick. He is sitting in a wheelchair like Professor Charles. However, compared with Professor Charles's spirited costumes and looks, he is the other extreme.
A worn-out suit with a gray wash is like a large coat that doesn't fit. The skinny body is almost the same as the dry body. The muscles are completely atrophied, and the cyan meridians appear very conspicuous under the blue-gray skin. The bones are extremely prominent on him, and the bones on the ribs or the thighs of the arms are almost always visible at a glance.
The deep cheekbones exposed his extremely protruding eyes, and only the dead and stunned in the eyes of the godless. Not just his eyes, even his entire face is like this, nothing is empty, only dead. Behind his brain, a huge surgical incision was exposed there, and the presence of the skull was completely invisible from the wound that had been sealed. Obviously, he has experienced any tragic experiments.
"Charles, Charles. We are the same as we suspected. Your group of mutants have really found this place, they are coming to rescue you." Stepped to Professor Charles, General Strike reached out and held him. The wheelchair, said to him with his head down.
"It's not worth the accident, isn't it, but I still can't believe it. William, you actually did this to your son." Professor Charles's gentle eyes fell on the sick and weak person opposite. "Isn't Jason even more important to you than your revenge?"
"Jason, are you talking about my son?" General Stricker spit out his throat from the unsettled low laughter. "Unfortunately, my son has already passed away. I left with my wife."
"I am sorry, William. I am sorry about your wife's affairs, but this is not an excuse for you to do what Jason does. He is always your son anyway!" Charles closed his eyes, for Jay. Sen has always had a sense of guilt. And this sense of guilt made him somewhat afraid to face Jason in front of him.
"My son, hehehe!" William Stricker glanced at Jason in front of himself and Charles, and began to narrate the nightmare of his years in Professor Charles's ear. "I will still dream now, dreaming that my wife is still alive. At that time, Jason was still a normal child, and my wife was not tortured like that. The family lived peacefully and beautifully every day. That is really what I am willing to use to relive the sweet dreams."
"And whenever I do such a dream, I will regret one thing. Charles, I regret why I sent Jason to your school. I gave my son to you, but you put A devil gave it back to me!"
"After Jason came back from you, he began to afflict us. I can see that he is resentful of us, resentful that we put him in you, resentful that we abandoned him, and he began to retaliate against us. He wants us to die!"
After 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 he had been tortured by pain and despair. The story of William Stricker continues.
"Do you know, my wife has long couldn't stand the illusion that Jason created. She prayed to me more than once, let me kill her to let her free, or kill our son. But I have never been able to bear, I I can't bear to break up 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. But just like a broken porcelain, no matter how you glue them. They are all broken after all."
"Until my poor wife can't stand it anymore. Finally one day, she used her electric drill to drill through her head in front of me. You know, Professor Charles. My wife is drilling through my head. At that moment, there was a smile on her face. For her, this was just a relief. For me, this is just the beginning of a new torture."
"William, I am sorry. But please stop. You have created too many tragedies. These tragedies are as sad and desperate as your story. You have already felt this pain, why should you Is pain applied to others?"
With the most complex emotions of his life, Professor Charles tried his best to persuade him. He did his best for the tragedy of the Stryker family, but he could do nothing. Now he is still doing his best to stop all the tragic stories that this tragedy has extended. But like the beginning, he still can't do anything about it.
General Stricker had a strange look on his face and knocked on his skull.
"Do you know, once I was under the control of a woman's spirit, she almost ended my life. Later, when I was rescued, I made up my mind. In any case, I can't let you do this anymore. The who controls the mind controls me so easily. So, I did a small operation."
"Your mind control doesn't make sense to me, Charles. But I need you to do other things for me!" Strike stretched out his hand and pressed Professor Charles's head, then filled a yellow liquid. The injection is injected into his hindbrain. "I want you to redeem everything you do, and I want you to be the one in all my revenge plans who holds the sickle."
"William, don't do this!" Professor Charles desperately resisted, but he had no effect on William's actions.
"It's too late, Charles. It's too late!" Looking at Charles's warm eyes, he gradually lost his look and became dull and dull. In the eyes of William Struck, the pleasure and madness of the bones are revealed. "Soon, you can take my mutant compatriots and roll them to hell. Don't forget that time, say hello to Satan for me!"
Unfortunately this time. Professor Charles can no longer refute him. And this is exactly what General Strike wants.
With a cheerful smile, he walked to the side of his already tortured, non-adult son, whispering in his ear.
"He is yours, Jason. It's time for you to retaliate."
Jason’s dead eyes quietly raised a strange glory. He stared at Professor Charles, and his distorted face showed a smile that was not like humans.
Being able to avenge the former teacher is really a pleasure for Jason.