If someone is proud, there will naturally be someone who is disappointed. When the frustrated person is named William Stryker, his sorrow is twice as good as that of ordinary people.

Turning back a year ago, Mr. Stryker was still the most fierce enemy of the mutant. He was like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadow and frightened the powerful men with superpowers. He was brave and fearless, with both Don Quixote's courage and Richelieu's skills; he played tricks, causing the radical brotherhood to attack each other and the gentle Xavier Academy. Under his control, Magneto went to prison, and Professor X fell into his palm and could be at mercy--if the world by then, he had become the most outstanding unsung hero in human history---it was him, who successfully saved ordinary people.

However, at this time, fate played a ruthless joke with the poor colonel. A mutant suddenly appeared broke the colonel's plan, and then forced him into death step by step, forcing him to become the minion of his enemy.

How could the dignified Stryker endure such a great humiliation? Even if all the monsters recorded in the Old Testament appear together, Leviathan, Naphili and the ancient snake attack him in turn, Mr. William will save the situation.

Unfortunately, such a hero was not valued by his superiors. Under the indulgence of those short-sighted guys, a group of despicable teammates coveted his achievements, coveted generous interests, and quietly launched an attack on him. Under the pressure behind him, Stryker had to cooperate with the hateful mutant and fell into his claws from then on.

Although there were recurring later, the colonel has completely turned his lifelong mortal enemy and lived in a small base near Kingston, a small town in southeastern Canada. This place is the U.S.-Canada border, adjacent to Lake Ontario, and is the Canadian grain storage and export port. This base was transformed from an abandoned medium-sized barn.

Here, William Stryker can continue to play with the conspiracies he is good at, but this time his goal was replaced by the previous Allies.

In the hidden freezing room, a sturdy man with a metal arm lies half lying on a seat filled with transparent pipes, staring blankly at the Hydra sign above the ceiling, and two people in white medical uniforms stood next to him busy checking the scars on his body and sparkling electronic components.

Stryk looked outside the room through a layer of one-way glass, and next to him was one of his most trusted men.

"This time the Winter Soldier had contact with Captain America. Although he successfully retreated under cover, he seemed to have recovered some memories." His subordinates reported to the chief.

"Don't worry, Leo." Stryker shouted his subordinate's name. "Prepare for him, he's just freezing from the low temperature for too long."

The subordinate nodded and agreed, and then made another proposal: "Do you want to give him another ice cone therapy?"

Stryk hesitated for a moment. The ice cone therapy was to use a hammer to chisel a steel nail from above the recipient's eyeball into the brain. Then he stirred the steel nail with bare hands to destroy the patient's frontal brain lobe. This surgery is not only simple and fast, but also does not require very strict disinfection measures. It was quite popular in the mid-20th century. It is generally believed that it can make people behave and docile--the surface is like this.

However, this kind of surgery is not necessary. That person has already given orders. As long as the Winter Soldier shows unstability, he can be thrown on the street at any time. Anyway, this place has been disguised as a Hydra base. Whether it is SHIELD or someone else, he has picked up this lost lamb. Stryker doesn't have to take responsibility.

So when Leo asked, Stryker shook his head and just waved his hand to let him do it.

Now he has a headache about other people.

There was a faint sound of disputes in the corridor, through the thick iron gate. He could also tell that he was his other two most considerate subordinates: Jester Warren and Lucas Burton.

He sighed. The change in his position could not be reversed in an instant. If Lucas still couldn't accept it, he could only send him away. Although this would cause him to lose an arm and further reduce the already weakened power.

Leo conveyed the order and saw the chief's expression. He hurried out to stop the two people.

When the sound gradually disappeared, Stryker sat down tiredly, took out a bottle of bright red artificial plasma and poured it into his mouth--he was no longer an ordinary person.

The depression caused by this dislocation of life drove him to walk around the base and finally approached the place he would never want to step into.

"It's really rare, it's William." The dwarf scientist's eyes were still so vicious, and the thick lenses could not hide their sharp vision.

"Hello, Bolivar." This is the first time in the past forty years, Stryker has officially greeted his old superior.

Trask did not answer, stared at Stryker through his glasses for a while, and then slowly continued his work.

It was rare that he did not drive away, and Stryker did not leave. He looked aimlessly at the equipment on the workbench and suddenly realized that it looked familiar.

"Is this... a sentinel?" asked Stryker, a little difficult to confirm, because this design is very different from the robots in the past. The tiny metal sheets covered the surface of human-shaped armor like ancient fish-scale armor leaves. There were no complex instruments and equipment inside them, and only one cavity that could accommodate the human body.

Trask looked at Stryk, his eyes slightly thawed, and he stayed in this secret base for two months. Even the scholar who was devoted to invention was a little frustrated.

"That's right." Trask patted his creation with great pride. "With the support of Mr. Eric, I have picked up my most perfect invention again."

Stryk was silent for a moment. He knew what Eric promised to Trask. Behind the mad scientist's hostility to mutants is his strong inferiority complex towards his incomplete body, not really to protect humans.

"Do you really believe he can change your body?"

"Since he can do it himself, he will definitely help me." Trask was older than Stryker, but he looked down on the colonel who used the blood clan potion and wanted to transform himself into the mutant he once was the most hostile and envious.

The dwarf scientists are not worried that Eric will destroy his promises. In his opinion, Magneto is like the conquerors in history. The conquerors have one thing in common is that they can tolerate people who have hurt them but are truly talented.

Talented people can certainly tolerate those who have betrayed in the past depending on the situation, such as William Stryker and Trask hope to get an ally with Eric in the future.

So he explained it tirelessly.

"Don't judge Mr. Eric from the past, he is not a mutant in the traditional sense. Haven't you discovered that he is neither a superpower who has specialties in some aspects nor a beast-like athlete. His power is quietly exploring unimaginable states, and he never ignores the role of science. It's not that he can't be stronger, but that he wants to completely control his power. Although he doesn't know what he is thinking, I have a guess..."

Trask kept it a secret, and Stryker really asked.

"What is it?" the colonel asked confusedly. He was in a bad state recently and didn't think too much about some things.

Trask smiled with satisfaction, and at this moment the dwarf was convinced that he would become the leader of the two again.

"He wants to trace the root of the mutant's ability and find the initial starting point from the complex and diverse talents." Trask stared at Stryker's eyes and said slowly.

"You mean?" Stryker's throat suddenly became a little dry.

"He wants to be a universal mutant. A super mutant." The dwarf's tone was aggravated.

"Impossible, only the Lord is omnipotent!" Stryker subconsciously retorted, and then immediately reacted.

Trask smiled sarcastically, and the colonel couldn't help but feel ashamed of his innocence. He didn't know whether the old superior's guess was correct, but he felt cold all over his body as soon as he thought about it. He admitted that Eric was indeed different from others.

The professor has a strong ability and a small appetite. What he wants is to maintain the same state and be able to get a little better to satisfy his desire; Magneto is unwilling to be inferior to ordinary people. He wants to fight against humans, reverse the adverse situation, and build a country for mutants.

Even the mysterious behemoth like Hydra is very clear, they are trying to seize control of the world.

But what Eric wants. Stryker never understood.

While he saves the people, builds fame, and is like a superhero, he cultivates power, recruits party members and accepts those who have had conflicting positions. If he does have a plan, he must not just want to get something.

"These are all your own guesses. Maybe he never thought so." Strykerson retorted with spirits.

Trask smiled contemptuously, and carefully stroked the fine scales as if he were stroking a treasure.

"Do you know, this is not the sentinels in the past. Humans cannot control them at all. Only mutants can. My previous idea could only simulate some surface abilities, fire is fire, ice is ice. After the molecular structure is optimized and arranged, it seems that the prototype is still strong, but in fact there is no growth at all. The ideal state can only be used to copy and share low-end abilities. Once those powerful mutants really understand the mystery of their abilities, they forcefully compress high temperatures like those of Fire Man, sentinels can only win by number. The only problem with mutants is that the talent distribution of ethnic groups is uneven. One hundred mutants may only be very powerful, and the others can only do some auxiliary work. How much water can be filled with wooden barrels? Obviously, it is not determined by these particularly long boards, but now it is different!"

The dwarf stepped onto the workbench on a chair and looked down at William Stryker.

"It's different now. With Mr. Eric's wise decision, through my help, the biggest shortcomings of the uneven strength of the mutants will be made up. In the near future, as long as they are mutants, they will have the opportunity to become superhumans. No matter how useless their original talents are, they can be transformed into customized abilities through my creation. In the end, we will have teams of firemen and icemen. They can fly into the sky like Iron Man, burn the world or freeze the earth. When they stand in front of the stage, no matter how powerful the country or the army is, there is no meaning. Superheroes will be eliminated and the world will enter the age of mythology. This is the miracle of mutants, and I will become one of them."

Stryk was cold all over. He staggered back a few steps, and was about to turn around and escape when he suddenly saw the blood bottle tightly in his hand.
Chapter completed!