Stryker's secret base is built under Lake Alcalli, with its entrance in the flood discharge channel on the embankment. The reason why it is set up in this dangerous place is to be guarded against being attacked by invaders one day. If that happens, Stryker can open the gate and release water with a command to rush the enemy to pieces with tens of tons of floods - but this is an ideal state. If the ideal state can be achieved as scheduled, then the word "accident" is not needed in the world.

In fact, dealing with mutants with diverse abilities is just the last line of defense. His best way to defend is to hide himself. If he cannot be as clear as an invisible person, he must also dig deep holes like a mole, carefully eliminate his traces of entry and exit, and the farther away from the crowd, the better, so as not to let his efforts go to waste by a rumor from the people around him or an ulterior motive look.

Despite this, these hidden methods can only be said to be slightly effective. Didn’t the professor noticed some abnormalities here before and asked Logan to come here to inquire? However, Logan was not an excellent hunter. He went out all the way, but he went for nothing.

But for Eric, that was another matter. Thanks to the invisible potion he got from the plot world and his ability to manipulate magnetism, he just took off his clothes and walked onto the base, then turned off the surveillance camera in the stunned operator's wits, opened the door, and then his two beautiful assistants could lead a group of young people to walk into Stryker's private castle in a grand manner.

Just like now.

Stryker immediately issued an alarm when he found that the door was open for no reason, mobilizing the entire base to organize defense, but what's the use? Once the hard shell he was proud of was knocked open, the tender and delicious fat meat was exposed to the mutants.

"I like your eyes, William." Eric changed his clothes and walked ahead first. Seeing the gathered people, he greeted the mutant's enemy as if he was treating his old friend.

The soldiers on the opposite side held the weapons tightly. Although the number of people had an absolute advantage, they had no sense of security. The armed personnel here were all Stryker's direct subordinates and dealt with mutants for many years. They had a deep understanding of the power of mutants. A considerable number of them participated in the last academy raid. They had seen Eric's means, which was not something that ordinary people could defend. Moreover, due to the last failure, their polymer weapons also became the opponent's spoils. They were expensive and the base's funds were limited. The weapons they were now all of the guns of ordinary metal texture, which means that they even played a counter-effect in front of this Magneto.

No one wants to see the bullets shot from their guns turn around in the air and chase them.

This understanding made them clear of their brains and Eric could save a lot of effort.

"You won, I admit that I didn't expect you to attack us, but I want to tell you that you mutants can take my life, but cannot take my career away. The army will not give up on research. Human beings will definitely defeat mutants. You will die sooner or later, and you will die sooner or later." Stryker pushed away his loyal subordinates who were covering him and walked out and shouted loudly at Eric, who had already put life and death aside.

"Don't do this Stryker. You should keep the politeness that adults should have in front of your children." Eric turned a blind eye to the gun pointing at him, walked slowly over, as arrogant and confident as a king who inspected his own territory. "I have always believed that the person who knows you best is not your relatives or friends, but your enemies. The more they are trying to deal with you, the more they value you. They will spend a lot of time collecting information, studying your habits, analyzing your behavior, understanding your weaknesses until you exist in their understanding without reservation, and then dealing with you in a targeted manner. This deep understanding from the enemy is valuable, especially when I want to teach a group of ignorant rookies, telling them directly that the knowledge is obviously not profound. They need experience but the academy does not have the money to hire so many accompanying students, so I thought of you-----"

Eric walked around Stryker and pointed at him:

"I thought of you - William Stryker. I know you have a good deal with mutants, so I came with kindness. In return for kindness to me, I want your trained subordinates to have a practice match with my students, regardless of the outcome, friendship is the first. You won't reject me, right?"

If anger in his eyes can burn a person to death, Stryker, who hates the extreme mutants, will definitely use this ability without hesitation. Unfortunately, he cannot. In order to complete his mission, he must temporarily bow to reality, so he can only choose to endure humiliation and preserve his strength.

After giving a few instructions, his men followed the order and returned to their respective posts, leaving only some sergeants who looked particularly tough. Not everyone was tall and strong, but their expressions were very firm.

As professional soldiers, they have overcome their tension and fear and are now waiting for the battle to begin.

"It's going to be a practice game, right?" Stryker fought for his men.

"Of course." Eric promised.

"No serious injury, no death?"

"I value this more than you."

"So, what are the rules?"

"A one-on-one match, each game lasts up to five minutes. When the opponent falls to the ground or asks to stop, the winner will be decided, and the draw will be judged after the timeout is judged. Violators will be punished. We can only use our ability once in the game, and the restrictions on your use of weapons are the same. Neither side can have fatal dangerous actions. My two assistants will guarantee this. We will leave at the end of the game."

"Add to accept." Although the rules are not rigorous, this is not a professional competition. Stryx thought it was acceptable, so he agreed.

Participants from both sides discussed the order of participation and response plans on their own, and they should make a debut in a while.

As leaders of both sides, Eric and Stryker are both knowledgeable and don't care much about the game itself. They stand aside from afar.

"How did you get in? Charles did it?" After a while, Stryker asked. After all, he was an old man and had decades of experience. Instead of being meaninglessly angry with his opponent in an unfavorable situation, it is better to seize the opportunity to make some real efforts. He couldn't think of how the base he had worked hard to open the door to the enemy without warning. He had imagined many attacks and listed and formulated defense plans one by one, but there were always several ways of invasion that he could not deal with, among which the professor's mental control was the first.

No one can effectively deal with betrayal from the inside, and no matter how strong a fortress is, it cannot protect the indefinite guards.

So when he saw a group of mutants coming in openly, his first reaction was that Charles was coming and he came to take revenge.

What can Eric say? He doesn't like lying, but he himself wants to associate it with the professor, and he doesn't seem to have to explain it. The secret is like fine wine, and the longer it keeps it, the more intoxicating it is.

"You have found a good place, which is quite hidden and safe enough. If the dam is destroyed, you can even save money on buying a cemetery. You know that real estate is not cheap recently, and the price has increased when you enter the funeral."

Eric led the topic and Stryker didn't expect to get an answer. He resisted his hatred and continued to ask.

"I believe that today's things are not isolated. Will you come in the future? What do you want from me?"

"Good question, I don't think you produce chocolate here, so what do you think I want?" Eric asked back.

Stryker rushed up angrily, took out his gun and blew Eric's head. His brain and black blood burst out like fireworks, and then stomped his body under his feet... If possible, Stryker would definitely do so.

"You think where I am here, this is the property of the military! Who do you think I am? I am the United States. Officer!" He was unable to resist and could only show his backer behind him to intimidate his opponent. Stryker was angry and felt his face burning. As an expert on mutant issues, even if the Pentagon and the White House had to ask for advice in this regard, he was now ridden by a young man, which was really a shame and humiliation.

"How could I forget your identity? You are Stryker, a poor man." Eric said to him.

"I heard about you. You have been committed to eliminating mutants all your life, but what you didn't expect is that you carry the mutant gene and pass it on to your son. Why don't you think about why your son hates you so much? Obviously, both you father and son are freaks."

"You..." Stryker was furious and rushed over and grabbed Eric's collar. Compared to the challenges he was faced in the professional field, the carrier of the mutant gene made him angry. In the heart of a person who disliked mutants, it simply turned him into a conversation with rats, cockroaches and the like.

Eric still did not let him go and continued to arouse his anger.

"When talking about your son Jason, I locked him up so that he would not go out to harm others again. Did your wife tell you when she was alive that you father and son look very similar, and every time I see him, I will think of you. I have to say, put aside your respective growth trajectories, you father and son are both weird people, one regards potential tribe members as enemies, and the other simply becomes a tool that cannot think, and is transformed by his father to attack his compatriots. You really open my eyes."

His wife's death was Stryker's reverse scale. He was so irritated that he was about to go crazy. He wanted to pinch Eric's neck, but he was suffering from the blood rushing up and his eyes turned black. He finally had to give up. Eric broke free from his collar, walked to the water dispenser, picked up two glasses of water, and handed Stryker a cup, so that he could moisten his throat and calm his mood.

After drinking two sips of water and gasping for a while, Stryker recovered. With his steely will, he defeated his uncontrollable anger and frustration and returned to his calmness. He knew that he could not deal with Eric, so he decided not to make futile efforts.

"What the hell do you want? Don't play tricks with me, otherwise you will get nothing." Strike asked calmly.

"I want to take some things, such as your research materials, which are old things and are worthless at all. You can be more generous." Eric raised his cup to his lips and said. "Although we are hostile to each other, we will occasionally have a unified position. I want to emphasize again that I am kind to everyone and only look at how people choose."

"for example?"

"For example, your empty base, no wailing experiments, not enough manpower, and full of old equipment and mediocre employees. How long has it been since you can produce results? Your reputation and personal relationships in the field of mutants alone are not enough to maintain your career. And I don't think you are the only mutants to be the opponent. Internal competition cannot exist: resource occupation, differences in research routes, and personality conflicts. Perhaps when you have been focusing on research for decades, you have unknowingly blocked many people's way. And I also heard that when your old superior Trisker was imprisoned, mercenary William Stryker gave him a hard knife and swept away a lot of things. This led to the later Colonel William Stryker---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Eric stared at Stryker and said, Stryker felt a chill in his heart. He began to feel as if he had fallen into a spider web, with tangled soft but extremely sticky knots everywhere, and he could not get rid of it no matter how hard he struggled.

"You devil." Stryker's face turned pale and white. It took him a long time to say hell.

"In return, I bring you an interesting creature. As an excellent researcher, maybe you can get inspiration from him." Eric threw out the last weight, and he was sure to eat Stryker and had to accept it.

Stryker really couldn't refuse. The military was very powerful, but he was far from the plebiscient representative of the military. Under the siege of the X-Men and the Mutant Brotherhood, it was difficult for him to get a new experimental subject for use. The research was deadlocked, and the failure of the last adventure made him meaninglessly consume the last little funding. In fact, he had nothing. If this continues, maybe a civilian officer would come over and notify him in a proud manner: his department was revoked! At that time, his career and his life were in desperate situations, which was a nightmare that he could not accept no matter what.

"You are the most annoying person I've ever met." Stryker murmured, knowing that he had to make a choice. It seemed more reliable to accept Eric's idea than the ulterior motive of using mutants to assassinate big names to attract attention.

At least you can buy some time.

Forcefully swallowed the pain in his heart, Stryker raised his head and drank the water, ending the conversation in an indescribable tone of hatred.
Chapter completed!