After hearing Eric's rebuttal, Stryker was silent.

"It seems that I fell into your trap. I'm so stupid that I'm so stupid that I believe in the promises of mutants. With those people help you, you can do whatever you want." Stryker said hoarsely, picking up the cup and drinking it all. Through the lens, Eric saw a sharp light flashing through his eyes.

The pressure was already applied enough that if the string continued to stretch, the string was about to break. Eric realized this and denied it in time.

"No, I didn't promise them." Eric's words stopped Stryker's movements. He looked at the mutant opposite him in suspicion, not knowing whether what he was saying was true or false.

Eric leaned forward and approached Stryker a little, looking into his eyes tightly: "I tell them that William Stryker is a dog I have. I don't allow them to touch you, and then they give up." The indescribable contempt in his words made Stryker's brows pound as if he was whipped, and blood immediately poured into Stryker's eyes.

The doctor stared at the innocent person opposite him, and his hands fell under the coffee table.

"Just kidding, why would I say that to a friend?" Eric laughed, which attracted the attention of the people next to him. His laughter was full of ridicule and malice. Stryker's face turned red and white for a while. He secretly reached out to his hand below and hesitated. It took a while before he put it back on the table.

"Eric, you have to know that we are tied to a rope. If I fall down the next one, you will be." Stryk resisted the anger that filled his chest and said in a deep voice. "This time, there is not only a big company behind the pharmaceutical group, there is another person you cannot ignore."

"Who?" Seeing Stryker throwing out the news solemnly, Eric became interested.

"Trask." Stryk whispered that name. "Bolival Trask, you don't know about him, are you?"

Of course, Eric would not be unaware of this 1.3-meter-high dwarf demon. The short stature of Trask is the former owner of the Trask industry. He is the vanguard of opposing mutants and the creator of the mutant killer sentinel robot. With his own efforts, he almost exterminated the mutant decades ago. After the plan failed, he was sentenced to prison for his crime. At that time, Stryker was still under his command and took the opportunity to take some of the billionaire's property and research materials. With this capital, he was later born.

Now that Trask reappears, he is definitely the one who wants to attack.

"He disappeared for a while after he was released from prison. As soon as he appeared, he took advantage of the opportunity to motivate the consortium to provoke a war against us to take this opportunity to make a comeback. As far as I know, he has set his sights on the FDA (Food Drug Administration) position and wants to prepare for his next plan." Stryker saw that no one was paying attention to him and approached Eric and whispered. "We can't let him succeed, he hates us."

Eric pondered for a moment and asked, "What are his plans?"

"I don't know." Stryker replied frankly. "But it's certainly not a good thing, he will definitely deal with us."

The person who cares about you the most must be your enemy. This sentence has been proven again at this moment. Trask wanted to kill Stryk as soon as he took action. Stryk also realized the role of his old boss and enemy in this matter and found Eric as an ally as his ally. Now that Eric knew the inside story, he had only one choice.

"Of course I'm standing with you." He finally said what Stryker wanted to hear the most.

After hearing Eric's words, Stryker finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The president is my biggest support now, but he wants serum and more serum. I can't handle it with only one living body." He said hurriedly, eager to get actual support from Eric. "You have to give me more blood races, I know you can do it."

"Don't be more aggressive, William." Eric ruthlessly dispelled his expectations. "Do you think this country can afford so many human-made veterinarians? No, I dare say that once your serum is proven to make people live long, even if it has the negative effect of thirst blood, there will be a large number of rich people rushing to come to the door with bags of money. The serum cannot be in the hands of the military. When it is still in your laboratory, it has been booked by the upper class, and the same is true for medical groups. No matter which side, it will not allow the serum to flow to ordinary people, they will divide the sphere of influence and then monopolize immortality like monopolizing drugs and finance."

Eric said something that burst Stryker's fantasy like a bubble, and he sat back powerlessly. Stryker knew that the mutant he hated the most was telling the truth, the class of the country he was determined to protect was close to solidification, and the people in power could do anything to maintain their status.

"Maybe I should recommend you to read this book - "Sixty Families Rule the United States". In 1973, a man named Fernande Lundberg wrote this book after a long study." Eric picked up the cup and said leisurely. "Several large families with prominent status and profound connections have mastered the country to varying degrees through various operating methods. Although they cannot directly pass on the power in their hands to their descendants, the family resources and influence have been passed down through eternity."

Stryker was speechless.

The more you know, the more doubts he will be. The oppression and inner anxiety he has been subjected to these days are quietly weakening his will. After deviating from the original path, he is no longer the superman with a strong will as strong as steel, and the fame and fortune are like a disposal. The soul-eroding wine has diluted the hatred that has lasted for decades. Now Eric's words are shaking the foundation of his understanding that has existed for decades.

"William, why should we fight against mutants? Is it really because of the threat of mutants, or to protect these today's nobles? Protect these people who harm ordinary people all the time and use them to gain benefits?" Eric persuaded him without hesitation. "Compared with them, are mutants really threatening? Don't forget that you are also bleeding from mutants. You passed it to Jensen. Like your son, you are all mutants."

"No, I'm not." Stryk wanted to stand up and roar, but his power was like being swallowed by a black hole. A deep crack gradually emerged on his originally strong mental defense. He wanted to stand up and exhale, but in this most firm belief, he lost confidence. Eric completely tore his disguise and pointed out the bloody reality to him.

"I'm not..." he murmured, but he couldn't even hear what he said.

Finally, he sat back on the chair and lowered his head weakly.

"You are no longer young. Is it worth it to be entangled with an illusory goal for the rest of your life? Think about it carefully, I will help you with the hearing." Eric stood up and patted his shoulder, ready to leave.

Just as Eric comforted Stryk, a look came from outside the cafe. This gaze was shocked first, and then immediately turned into a surging anger, with a hint of secret joy in it.

Eric sensitively sensed the change in the magnetic field, and he looked over there. The man had left, and only people on the roadside came and went.

Leaving the lost Stryk in the coffee shop, Eric walked alone on the street, browsing various shops, passing through the bustling crowds of people.

As he walked into a remote path, a man suddenly approached, grabbed his collar and pressed him against the wall, and pressed a sharp object against his throat.

It was Scott, and the sight that Eric just felt came from him. He found Eric and Stryker talking together, so he got ambushed on the road.

"You colluded with Stryker, you betrayed the academy, you betrayed us, right?" Scott shouted with a sharp weapon in his hand, his voice full of anger and excitement, and the two emotions intertwined and repeated. Eric couldn't tell which of the two was more.

"What are you holding me up? Is it a toothpick or your words?" Eric stared at Scott, who was taller than Scott and was now pushed hard against the wall, so he looked at the excited colleague from a close distance from a downward angle.

"Don't try to change the subject, answer me!" Stert called, his weapon almost piercing Eric's skin.

"What answer? I met Stryker and you were so happy. Do you think the piano would be back to you like this?" Eric kept the two human bodies completely dead in a day. Scott was revealed and his heart was shaken as if he was struck by lightning, and he let go of his hand weakly.

"She chose you, I know..." Scott threw down what he had in his hand and slowly stepped back step by step.

"No choice," Eric looked at him with pity. "Never. When I appeared in front of her, she knew that I was the one she was waiting for. It was me who saved her from the darkness and I gave her a new life."

"Why didn't you kill me?" Scott raised his face and held back the tears in his eyes. He was so sad that Eric couldn't bear to hit him again.

"You are still young, Scott. There are better ones behind...there are more to come." Eric patted his shoulder hard and left the sad man.

When he turned around, he saw Logan blocking the exit of the alley. The pair of sharp alloy claws were slowly retracting their bodies. At some point, this rough-looking colleague followed them.

Behind Eric, Scott leaned against the wall and sat on the ground in a daze.

"I used to think we would be brothers." Eric said as he passed by Rogan.

"You're a bastard, you've always been." Logan ignored him and walked towards Scott, handing him a cigar.

"If you want to cry, just cry. After crying, you will have a glass of wine with me. Men... will always go through this level." Logan sat next to Scott, lit a cigar and took a few sips, raised his head to look at the lofty and vast blue sky, and white clouds slowly stretched in his arms. A person's voice, appearance and smile suddenly appeared in his mind. As soon as the memory that had been lost for a long time appeared, he was intoxicated in it.

Scott sucked a few chews of the cigar and suddenly coughed. Logan patted his vest and Scott's tears flowed.

"The person I love the most abandoned me, and the person I love the most abandoned me." The man cried heartbrokenly.

Hearing the crying behind, Eric gradually felt melancholy in his heart. He had walked the road back to the college many times, and never made him feel so far away this time.

Is it because of Stryker?

When he saw him last time, he was still a respectable opponent, but now he has fallen into an ordinary old man.

Or is it because of Scott?

Eric cannot answer this question. On this road, he is destined to gain a lot and lose a lot at the same time.

While thinking, he suddenly stopped.

At the gate of the college, a woman was staring at him from afar, and her fiery red figure was burning in the wind.
Chapter completed!