The Mutants' movements couldn't be called huge, but for Stryker at this moment, even the slightest disturbance would set off his alarm bells.
His plan had reached this stage, and naturally, he couldn't let these Mutants stop him. He had already made ample preparations to deal with this situation, whether it was his soldiers or the Mutants he had under control.
Seeing the Mutants had already broken through to the front of the base's gate, Stryker waved his hand and said to his adjutant, "Give the order. Have those weapons hold them back. Soldiers, form ranks on the spot. Absolutely do not let those Mutant mongrels live to enter this base!"
"General, I saw Magneto there. Our forces might not be able to stop them." The moment he saw Magneto, Stryker's adjutant felt a surge of panic. A person's shadow, a tree's name – Magneto's reputation was enough to make anyone who knew him feel fear, especially after he displayed those near-miraculous powers in Paris.
"I said, they cannot live to take a single step into this base." Stryker drew his sidearm and put it to the adjutant's head. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, sir. I'll go convey the order right away!" Cold sweat poured down his head. Compared to Magneto, the gun at his own forehead was more intimidating.
The adjutant practically scrambled away from Stryker, understanding full well how unstable Stryker's mental state was right now. At this point, he could truly do anything imaginable.
Watching his adjutant disappear from sight, Stryker's eyes revealed a cold and ferocious light. In the final stage of his plan, all his subordinates had become the capital for his revenge. He was like a gambler, piling all his capital onto the table bit by bit. Success meant the success and end of his revenge, while failure meant his everything would turn to dust. For him, it was actually no different. His life was, in fact, nothing more than a pursuit of destruction, whether it was the destruction of himself or the destruction of the Mutants.
"Mutants… will definitely disappear from this world." As if he had made up his mind, Stryker said to himself and pushed open the door behind him.
Behind the door, a spherical space paved with steel appeared before his eyes. Layers of steel, like scales, covered every corner of this space. Except for these scale-like steel plates, the space was empty. There was only a bridge extending from the front of the door, directly inserted into the center. Upon closer inspection, it was not much different from the room where Xavier's School's mental amplifier was located.
On the bridge inside the room, a familiar figure sat there calmly. A neat suit, a shiny bald head, and a calm and wise gaze. It was Professor Charles, whom Magneto and the others had been searching for for a long time. However, in front of Professor Charles, there was another person.
It was a sickly and frail-looking fellow. He, like Professor Charles, was sitting in a wheelchair. But compared to Professor Charles's energetic demeanor and expression, he was the other extreme.
A washed-out, gray, tattered hospital gown was draped over his body like an oversized coat that didn't fit. His emaciated body was almost indistinguishable from a dried corpse; his muscles had completely atrophied, and the bluish veins under his ashen skin were unusually conspicuous. His bones stood out on his body; whether it was his ribs or the bones of his arms and legs, their complete shapes were almost immediately visible.
Deep cheekbones revealed his extremely prominent eyes, in which only death and bewilderment were visible. And it wasn't just his eyes; his entire face was like this, empty, with only death remaining. Behind his head, a large surgical incision was exposed there, and near the sealed incision, the existence of the skull could no longer be seen. Obviously, he had undergone some tragic experiment.
"Charles, Charles. Just as we guessed. Your Mutant comrades really found this place, and they came to rescue you." Stryker walked to Professor Charles's side, reached out and held his wheelchair, and said to him with his head lowered.
"It's not surprising, is it? But I still find it hard to believe. William, you actually did such a thing to your own son." Professor Charles's gentle gaze fell on the sickly and frail person opposite him. "Is Jason not important to you, compared to your revenge?"
"Jason, are you talking about my son?" General Stryker emitted a low chuckle from deep in his throat, unable to suppress it. "It's a pity, but my son passed away a long time ago. He left with my wife."
"I'm sorry, William. I'm sorry about your wife, but that doesn't excuse what you did to Jason. He is, after all, still your son!" Charles closed his eyes, always carrying a sense of guilt for Jason. This guilt made him somewhat afraid to face Jason, who was standing before him.
"My son, hahaha!" William Stryker glanced at Jason, who was standing in front of him and Charles, and began to recount the nightmare that had tormented him for years in Professor Charles's ear. "I still dream, dreaming of when my wife was still alive. At that time, Jason was still an ordinary child, and my wife hadn't been tormented to that state. The family spent every day peacefully and stably, passing through beautiful days. That is truly a beautiful dream that I would give anything to relive."
"And every time I have such a dream, I regret one thing. Charles, I regret why I sent Jason to your school. I gave my son to you, but you gave a devil back to me!"
"After Jason came back from you, he started tormenting us. I could see that he resented us, resented us for sending him to you, resented us for abandoning him. He started cruelly taking revenge on us; he wanted us to die!"
Hearing this, Charles deeply lowered his head. He couldn't bear to open his eyes because he was afraid of seeing the expression on William Stryker's face, which had been driven mad by pain and despair. And William Stryker's story continued.
"Do you know, my wife could no longer endure the illusions Jason created. She begged me more than once to kill her and let her be free, or to kill our son. But I never had the heart. I couldn't bear to break up this already fractured family. I only thought of waiting, waiting for the situation to improve, to return to the days of happiness for our family. But, just like a broken piece of porcelain, no matter how you glue them together, they are still broken."
"Until my poor wife couldn't bear it anymore. Finally, one day, she drilled through her own head with an electric drill in front of me. Do you know, Professor Charles? My wife still had a smile on her face at the moment she drilled through her head. For her, it was just a release. But for me, it was just the beginning of a new torment."
"William, I'm sorry. But please, stop. You've caused so much tragedy, tragedies as sorrowful and despairing as your own story. You've felt this pain, why inflict it on others?"
Professor Charles pleaded with his last ounce of strength, his emotions the most complex he'd ever felt. He had done his best to help the Stryker family, but to no avail. Now, he was still trying his hardest to stop the tragedies that stemmed from this one, but just like before, he was helpless.
General Stryker tapped his head with a strange look on his face.
"You know, I was once mentally controlled by a woman, and she almost ended my life. When I was rescued, I made a decision. No matter what, I would never let you mind-controlling bastards control me so easily again. So, I had a little surgery."
"Your mind control is useless against me, Charles. But I need you to do something else for me!" Stryker reached out and pressed down on Professor Charles's head, then injected a syringe filled with yellow liquid into the back of his head. "I want you to atone for everything you've done. I want you to be the one wielding the scythe of death in my revenge plan."
"William, don't do this!" Professor Charles struggled desperately, but having lost his mental abilities, he was completely unable to resist William's actions.
"It's too late, Charles. It's already too late!" Watching the warmth in Charles's eyes gradually fade, replaced by a blank and vacant stare, William Stryker's eyes revealed a deep satisfaction and madness. "Soon, you can go to hell with your damn Mutant brethren. Don't forget to say hello to Satan for me!"
Unfortunately, Professor Charles could no longer argue with him. And that was exactly what General Stryker wanted.
He walked over to his son, who was already a shadow of his former self after being tortured, a look of satisfaction on his face. He whispered in his ear.
"He's yours, Jason. Now's your chance to get your revenge."
A strange light flickered in Jason's lifeless eyes. He stared at Professor Charles, a non-human smile spreading across his distorted face.
Being able to take revenge on his former teacher was a truly satisfying thing for Jason.
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