"Is the Three Palace Demon? Interesting..." Li Ang looked at Abel who was squirming and struggling on the ground and murmured to himself: "It seems that the Lazarus Pond mentioned by Lars Goul Al is not simple. I have to go there one day..."

The army of mutants behind him rushed up. Magneto controlled the iron sand very carefully to wrap Abel, and let the ice man add a layer of extremely cold and solid ice to the iron ball, completely sealing the gap.

In front of the electromagnetic railgun, even the safety door made of titanium alloy can not stop it for half a minute.

Li Ang easily removed the door, stepped into the laboratory, and walked slowly towards William Stryker along the steps.

The scientific researchers along the way hurried in the corner of the wall tremblingly, not daring to let out for fear that something would cause him to notice.

General William Stryker, wearing military uniform, spasmed and twitched uncontrollably. Until now, he, who claimed to be a tough guy, once again realized that the fear of death was so real.

Stryker once participated in the Vietnam War as an ordinary soldier. In the depths of the wet and dark forest, Stryker, who had just entered the battlefield, was attacked by Vietnamese guerrillas with his teammates.

Those Vietnamese troops, which were poorly equipped and malnourished like thin monkeys, could tolerate the bites of flies and insects in the burning skin, lurking in the muddy and wet bushes for several days, just to kill a small group of American soldiers.

The gunshots sounded, and Stryk watched his squad leader cut off half of his skull by flying bullets, watched the machine gunners blown into two pieces by landmines, and even when he fled in a panic, he witnessed his best friend accidentally stepped into a soil trap and was pierced by millions of bamboo thorns throughout his thighs, and died of blood before the rescue arrived.

The Vietnamese guerrillas, like ghosts and monsters, were chasing behind them, and the shadows seemed to come alive. Each tree branch was waving like itself, trying to intercept the American soldier who was fleeing in a panic.

That day, William Stryker was so close to death for the first time.

Without interrupting the elderly general in front of him, Li Ang jumped up lightly, sat on the control table, and laughed jokingly: "Good noon, General William Stryker."

Thoughts were pulled back from the memories, General Stryker took a deep breath, looked at Li Ang, and said calmly: "Young man, what do you want?"

"Your life."

"I am a major general in the US Army. If you kill me, countless people will come to investigate you."

"Haha, I never said that I would kill you now, your life is more valuable than you thought." Li Ang smiled and said, "I never worry about too many enemies."

William Stryker did not ask for specific details. He just pulled out his pistol from his waist at an extremely fast speed and called the other party's eyebrows.

The 9mm bullet slipped out of the rifle, and before crushing Leon's skull, it was twisted by a powerful magnetic field wrapped around him and struck it against the wall.

The twisted and deformed shell fell to the ground, making a crisp sound on the marble tiles.

Li Ang smiled, snatched the gun from Stryker's hand and slowly dismantled it into parts.

"General Stryker, I heard from Professor X that you used to be a good person with a middle-class moral sense, love your motherland, care about your family, and are enthusiastic about your work. What made you become what you are today step by step?"

"War." Stryker said with a blank expression: "War can make people grow and distort."

Fortunately, it was not possible. On that day, the young Stryker waited for the US artillery support before being captured by the guerrillas.

The bomber flew over his head low, and the explosives he threw rolled, razing the hill to the ground.

He survived and continued to struggle on the battlefield as an ordinary American soldier.

He grew up at an extremely fast speed, learned the tactical cultivation that elderly soldiers should have, learned to shoot at women and children with a smile, and learned to help his teammates cover them, so that they could end the "fight" with Vietnamese village women as soon as possible before the leader arrived.

Because of his bravery in combat and family background, he rose to prominence and became the "supervisor" he needed to salute in the past. As a middle-level US military, he participated in the combat strategy decisions on local battlefields.

In order to retaliate against the elusive Vietnamese guerrillas, the US military began to throw leaf-dropping agents.

This chemical preparation, called "Agent Orange" because it is packed in orange striped iron barrels, is extremely effective. Tens of millions of liters of Agent Orange have caused a devastating blow to Vietnam's forests and opened up a death channel.

However, the efficacy of Agent Orange is more than that. The devastating blow from biochemical preparations spreads decades later - pregnant women affected by Agent Orange will give birth to extremely terrible distorted deformities.

Not one, not two, Agent Orange has created a total of 500,000 Vietnamese deformities and has caused more than two million Vietnamese children torture cancer and other diseases.

Stryker has seen those creepy photos, and maybe he would feel guilty and vomit before stepping into the battlefield.

But after becoming a "model soldier" promoted by the US military, he was able to face all this with a smile and calmly.

"Enemy is not a human being." William said to Li Ang indifferently: "People have to find some reasons for themselves to live in this dirty and despicable world, right? The reason for my survival is hatred.

Hate of the enemy, hatred of the Vietnamese guerrillas, hatred of the mutants.

It is hatred that gradually turns me into what I am today.”

Li raised her eyebrows and chuckled softly: "I have heard of your story. Your son is a mutant who can create illusions. For the purpose of protecting him, you took him away from the Xavier Talent Children's Academy run by Professor X.

However, the illusionist who has not received complete training is too powerful. Your son cannot control his own abilities and is constantly interfering with wide-area brain waves.

Finally one day, your wife couldn't stand those bizarre illusions, and one afternoon, she pointed the electric drill at her temples..."

"Shut up!" William Stryker shouted with a ferocious face: "You don't know anything! Freak, I want..."

Li Ang snatched his jaw indifferently and held him high in the air.

The terrible grip force made General Stryker's face turn blue and purple, and his thick and short legs struggled and stirred in the air, looking extremely pitiful and funny.

"Kill me!" William roared, "Kill me, you mutant freak!"

"Haha, although at present, I am the leader of these mutants, but I am not a psychic myself." Li Ang smiled and said slowly: "And you can't die yet. I have prepared a broader stage for you.
Chapter completed!