Chapter 118 William Jason's Revenge Final Chapter

The movement of the mutants can't be said to be big, but for Stryker at this time, even a little bit of trouble will arouse his vigilance.

With his plans at this point, it is naturally impossible for these mutants to stop him. In order to deal with this situation, he has already made adequate preparations. Whether it is the group of soldiers under his command, or the group of mutants under his control.

Seeing that the mutants had broken into the gate of the base, Stryker waved his hand and said to his deputy. "Go on, let those weapons put them on top of me. Soldiers are lined up on the spot, and these mutant bastards must not be allowed to enter 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 a man, the name of a tree, and Magneto's prestige are enough to terrify anyone who knows him, especially after he displayed his near-miraculous power in Paris.

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

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

The adjutant ran away in front of Stryker almost rolling and crawling. As Stryker's adjutant, he knew very well how unstable Stryker's spirit was right now. In this time period, he really Can do anything you can imagine.

Watching his adjutant disappear from sight, Stryker's eyes showed a cold and murderous light. In the final stage of his plan, all his subordinates became the capital of his revenge. And he is like a gambler, accumulating all his capital on the table little by little. Success is the success and end of his revenge, and failure is his all turned to dust. For him, it really made no difference. His life is actually nothing but a process of pursuit of destruction. Either destroy yourself or destroy mutants.

"The mutants will definitely disappear from this world." Said to himself as if determined, 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 this space like scales. And apart from these scale-like steel, there is nothing here. There is only a bridge extending in front of the gate, which is inserted straight in the middle. And if you look closely, you will find that this is actually no different from the room where the Xavier School's Mind Amplifier is located.

And on the bridge inside this room, a familiar figure sat there steadily. Straight suit, shiny bald head, and calm and wise eyes. It was Magneto who they had been looking for for a long time, Professor Charles. But in front of Professor Charles, there is another person.

That's a rather frail looking, sick guy. He is in a wheelchair like Professor Charles. However, compared with Professor Charles' spirited attire and look, he is on the other extreme.

A battered, starch-washed, shabby gown draped over him like an ill-fitting oversized coat. The skinny body is almost indistinguishable from a mummified corpse, the muscles are completely atrophied, and the blue-colored meridians are extremely conspicuous under the bluish-gray skin. The bones are extremely prominent on his body. Whether it is the ribs or the bones on the arms and thighs, almost all the complete shapes can be seen at a glance.

His deep cheekbones exposed his extremely bulging eyes, which revealed nothing but silence and blankness. Not just his eyes, even his entire face is like this, empty,

Only silence remains. At the back of his head, a huge surgical incision was exposed, and the skull was completely invisible from the vicinity of the closed wound. Apparently, he had undergone some tragic experiment.

"Charles, Charles. As we guessed. Your fellow mutants have really found this place, and they have come to rescue you." Stepping to Professor Charles' side, General Stryker reached out and supported him the wheelchair, lowered his head and said to him.

"It's not surprising, isn't it, but I still have a hard time believing it. William, you actually did such a thing to your son." Professor Charles' warm eyes fell on the sick and weak man opposite. "Isn't even Jason important to you relative to your revenge?"

"Jason, do you mean my son?" General Stryker let out an uncontrollable low laughter from his throat. "Unfortunately, my son has long since passed away. Left me with my wife."

"I'm sorry, William. I'm sorry about your wife, but that doesn't excuse what you've done to Jason. No matter what, he's still your son!" Charles closed his eyes and said to Jay Sen he always harbored a sense of guilt. And this sense of guilt made him a little afraid to face Jason in front of him.

"My son, hehehe!" William Stryker glanced at Jason in front of him and Charles, and began to tell the nightmare that had tormented him for many years in Professor Charles' ear. "I still have dreams now, of when my wife was still alive. At that time, Jason was just an ordinary child, and my wife was not tortured like that. The family lived a beautiful day in peace and stability. . That's a dream I'd love to relive with all my might."

"And every time I have a dream like this, I regret one thing. Charles, I regret why I sent Jason to your school. I gave you my son, but you gave A devil gave it back to me!"

"Jason started tormenting us after he came back from you. I could see that he was resenting us, resenting us for putting him with you, resenting us for abandoning him, and starting to take revenge on 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 face that had been tortured by pain and despair. And William. Stryker's story continues.

"You know, my wife can't stand the fantasies that Jason has created. She begged me more than once to kill her to get her free, or to kill our son. But I can't bear it, I I can't bear to break up this broken family, I just want to wait, wait for the situation to improve, 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 couldn't take it anymore. Finally one day she drilled her own head with an electric drill in front of me. You know what, Professor Charles. My wife was drilling her own head. At that moment, there was a smile on her face. For her, it was just relief. For me, it was just the beginning of a new ordeal."

"William, I'm so sorry. But please stop. You've created so many tragedies that are as sad and hopeless as your stories. You've already felt this pain, so why bring it up? What about pain inflicted on others?"

With the most complicated emotions in his life, Professor Charles tried his best to persuade. He did his best for the tragedy of the Strykers, but there was nothing he could do. And now he is still doing his best to stop all the tragic stories that this tragedy has extended. But, as in the beginning, there was still nothing he could do.

With a strange look on his face, General Stryker knocked on his head.

"You know, once I was under the mind control of a woman who almost ended my life. Then when I was rescued, I made up my mind. No matter what, I can't let you guys Mind-controlling bastards control me so easily. So, I did a little surgery."

"Your mind control means nothing to me, Charles. But I need you to do other things for me!" Stryker stretched out his hand and pressed down on Professor Charles' head, then poured a bottle full of yellow liquid into it. The injection was injected into the back of his head. "I want you to atone for everything you've done, and I want you to be the one with the death scythe in all my revenge plans."

"William, don't do this!" Professor Charles resisted desperately, but he was completely unable to resist William's actions because his mind had lost his power.

"It's too late, Charles. It's too late!" Looking at Charles' warm eyes gradually lost his expression, becoming dull and dull. In William Stryker's eyes, there was piercing delight and madness. "Soon, you'll be able to take your damn fellow mutants and roll me to hell with me. Don't forget that time, and 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 disfigured son who had been tortured with a happy smile and whispered in his ear.

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

A strange brilliance quietly rose in Jason's dead eyes. He stared at Professor Charles, an inhuman smile on his twisted face.

Being able to take revenge on the former teacher is really a happy thing for Jason.

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