"Jensen?" the professor exclaimed. He recognized the man in front of him with a numb expression and a sinister look.

"Oh my God, William, this is your son! What did you do to him?" Jensen's head was obviously left with sutures after the surgery. People who had no medical knowledge could see what kind of treatment he had been treated.

"No, he is not my son, he is the devil. Charles, you know this very well, isn't it?" said Stryker.

"You want me to cure your son, but variants are not a disease..." Before the professor finished speaking, he was roughly interrupted by Stryker.

"You are talking nonsense! You are even more afraid of him than I am. You know, he hates us, he blames us for what he is now, so he enjoys torture our thoughts and fills our minds with fantasies. Finally, my wife..." Speaking of the painful experience, Stryker was so sad that he couldn't continue to speak, and the hatred in his eyes increased.

The professor looked at the angry Stryker and Jansen, whose eye sockets were deep like a hawk, couldn't speak for a while.

Even if he cares about his compatriots, he cannot deny that the ability of mutants is indeed dangerous, especially for ordinary people. Although his academy has always wanted to teach children to learn to control their strength, people's hearts are elusive. Perhaps a setback or a little temptation may cause them to completely deviate from their original track, not to mention that society is full of suspicion of aliens.

"Fortunately, all this will end today. I will end this nightmare that I have been doing for decades."

"I have been dealing with mutants for no time than you, but the most worrying thing is that you never know how many mutants there are in the world and how to find them-" Stryker deliberately paused and added:

"Except you."

He bent down and stared deeply into the professor's eyes. The blue light of the nerve suppressor on the professor's head flashed slightly, and he was anxious but powerless.

"It's a pity that I didn't have time to prepare in advance. This is why. The phantom potion is too little for you. Your power is much stronger, so I took a different approach and brought the secretor of the most important material of the potion together. He will make you lean your head down." Patting Jansen's shoulder, Stryker stopped talking to the professor, and turned around to ask the special soldiers who were operating the instruments in front of the search room.

“How long will it take?”

"It'll be fine soon, sir." The soldier who operated the instrument replied, and the instrument emitted a beam of light and shot into the locks in the search room.

"Do it as soon as possible. Our time is limited. I must see the brain wave enhancer." Stryker urged his subordinates and asked his assistants: "The mutant cubs above have not been caught. I don't want to hear any news about the fish that missed the net."

The assistant nodded and said, "I want them to report the situation now." After that, he opened the communicator to contact him, but no news was sent back.

"What might happen, I'll go up now." The assistant made a quick decision and asked his subordinates to raise their weapons and leave the basement.

"No matter what happens, I want you to hold on for an hour." Stryker nodded, then looked at the instrument operator and said, "I know you are very attentive, but now something has happened, your colleagues may be besieged by the enemy, bleeding every minute, I want you to be faster than now."

"Yes, Sir!" the technical soldier replied loudly.

Soldiers all value their charisma. No one wants to be a waste of their brothers' lives in vain. Stryker OnePlus incites, and people's blood is soon boiling.

This is exactly what Stryker wants to see, and he believes these young people can do it.

However, after he finished motivating the technical soldiers and looked back, he found that his assistant and a bunch of subordinates were still staying there.

"Jester, why are you still here?" He was a little dissatisfied with his subordinates' procrastination.

But no one responded to his displeasure.

"Jest Warren!" Stryker called out the assistant's full name angrily, and he felt something was wrong.

When he approached, he saw that a thin silver-shining metal ring was placed on the assistant's neck. The metal ring was deeply trapped in the flesh, and the assistant was almost suffocated. His hand desperately clamped the silver ring, but to no avail. It took a lot of effort to barely stand straight.

"Leo Knicks? Lucas Burton?" He looked at his subordinates again, all of whom were treated the same way. He rolled his eyes by the metal rings that came from somewhere. His saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth and wet his chest. As long as he stopped for a moment, he would die.

"Eric Lanther! I know it's you, come out!" Stryker pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the professor's head. The alarmed technical soldiers also trembled with weapons to guard him. Their weapons were the same as those on them, not ordinary materials, but guns made of transparent materials similar to glass.

"Hello, professor, I'm so happy to see you." With several guns aimed at him, Eric Shiran walked out, with his expression relaxed as if he was on a tour in the countryside.

"Same for me, Eric. Are the children all good?" Seeing the visitor, the professor's expression suddenly relaxed. Regardless of his own safety, he hurriedly asked about the students.

"I don't think I've found any signs of loss of confinement. They are all very strong. Frustration is like a vitamin in life. A little bit can help them grow up quickly." Eric joked a little, and the professor was very happy when he heard it. At this time, he was as happy as an old man who heard his children being praised, and even temporarily forgot his situation. It was not until Eric waved his hand to control the nerve inhibitor to fly away that he remembered Stryker's group of people.

They were also covered with silver rings at some point, rolling their eyes, looking sad and terrible.

If several of his students were present, they would definitely take the opportunity to kill him. However, the professor was always compassionate. Even if he tried to endanger all his mutant compatriots, he hoped to take relatively gentle measures to deal with it. However, the person was not caught by him, and his previous behavior was too bad, so he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Seeing the professor's embarrassment, before he could plead, Eric had already controlled the silver ring to escape from the human body, contracted in the air and turned into silver metal balls, flying around him.

At this moment, Eric didn't pay attention to Stryk and others, and picked up the military communicator and said a few words. The mutant child who was rescued by him came down from the main building and rushed to the professor and cheered.

"Mr. Stryker?" Eric turned around and asked, ignoring the joyful people over there.

"It's me." Stryker replied hatred after slumping on the ground for a long time.

"I've heard of Daming for a long time, I'm happy to see you." Eric looked at the famous anti-mutant sports pioneer and said casually.

He immediately angered the one in front of him when he saw the monkey-like eyes in the zoo. The pain of failure and the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen made him lose his mind for a moment, and sat up and screamed like a shrew.

"Are you very proud? Do you think you will win? Look at this familiar face: Eric Lanther, a Jewish mutation, the murderer who assassinated Kennedy, an internationally wanted criminal, and a famous terrorist! But I know you are not him, you are just a poor man who can't even tell the origin of his name. Tell me, which laboratory is made in the cultivation tank? Osborne, AIM, a secret department of the military, or the remnant of my old employer, Trisker?"

"You know me?"

"Of course I know! Even if the idiots on Capitol Hill will just keep dragging me back and cannot mobilize enough resources, it will not hurt me! Active and enterprising people can always find solutions to the problem, such as monitors, eavesdropping devices. I am not the only one who is watching you, but I can't bypass Charles' telepathy. I can monitor Magneto's men. New monitoring fighters can lock a certain frequency of voices a thousand miles away. I can do the same if there is no such high-end equipment."

Stryker's words solved Eric's doubts and could find the fleeting flaws of the academy, but could not figure out his own situation. It turned out that his intelligence was obtained indirectly.

Eric nodded and said, "So that's it, thank you for your explanation. I want to say that although we are in a hostile relationship, I have some respect for you. I mean that the achievements you have achieved in your long-term and unremitting research are amazing." He raised the brain wave suppressor in his hand, pointed to the polymer equipment scattered all over the ground and said to Jansen.

After venting his anger, Stryker calmed down and said something he shouldn't say in anger. He felt a little regretful. The other party would definitely be prepared for it next. He might not be able to survive. These valuable experiences against mutants may be lost.

He had been dealing with mutants for so long, and he knew that there would be such a day, so now he looked at Eric fearlessly and asked:

"Charles's men were transferred to the market as an emergency. My preparation time was hasty, but I was confident that I had taken the best preventive measures as much as possible. After all, I have been waiting for this day for too long. Can you tell me what went wrong and the failure? Did you have already made the corresponding arrangements, or did I misjudgment your ability level?" Stryker, who calmed down, put life and death aside, showing his heroic nature.

His words attracted everyone's attention, and even the professors and students watched them. Most of them heard Scott promote Eric's inferiority in their standards, and even the potential of many mutant children was not as good as that of the potential. If it weren't for the sudden emergence and rescued them from the catastrophe, it would be difficult for the professor to arrange teaching for him. Some students might resist in private. Now that they heard people mention this, everyone was very concerned.

Eric smiled.

"I think a truly knowledgeable person will not be confused by other people's wrong concepts. How can you think that the role a person plays must be proportional to his strength?"

In front of everyone, Eric talked:

"Compared with that Magneto, I do not have huge power. I never think that power is the only factor that determines the development of things. I tend to deeply explore my own abilities."

"A big rock, ordinary people can only sigh. Perhaps there are very few people who can grit their teeth and move it away. They are called Superman. I am not Superman and cannot lift the big rock, but I only need a lever or a few tools to achieve the same effect. So from the results, what is the difference between me and Superman?"

"In other words, you who do not have the ability of mutants have achieved an effect that only mutants can achieve, and even most mutants cannot do? From this perspective, you who pass on the x gene to your son and achieve extraordinary achievements in your own psychological and social aspects are actually a person who is beyond the ordinary, a mutant in a broad sense."

This statement was novel to Stryker, but it was even more unacceptable to him. It was said that he was a mutant he hated the most and made him angry.

Stryker said angrily: "Don't be proud of me, why don't you dare tell me the truth?"

Hearing the roar, Eric narrowed his eyes, and Stryker immediately felt difficulty breathing, as if his neck was locked by the cold silver ring again. He had no idea why this situation occurred. The information Eric should be just an extremely shrinking version of Magneto. Why is it so difficult to deal with? It is even more difficult to deal with than the genuine Magneto.

"Since you want to know so much, let me tell you a little common sense." Eric gestured in front of his face with his thumb and index finger.

"The human body is composed of trace elements that make up water, protein, fat and various inorganic substances, including metal elements. Although their content is far less than that of sugar, fat and protein, their effects are no less than the former."

"Iron is responsible for transporting oxygen and zinc in the blood, converting matter and communicating energy in life activities, and playing an important regulation of the metabolism of the human body. In addition, there are many metal components that play an important role in the human body. I really cannot control elements other than metals, and even metal objects that are too bulky or too far away are difficult for me to control, but my deep understanding of power is far beyond your imagination. And deep understanding and understanding itself is indistinguishable from power."

"When your people appear in front of me, I only need to control the metal elements in their bodies, which will cause their heartbeat and visions to appear, and then easily get everything done. If you want to deal with me, you will first eliminate the trace elements in your bodies. I say that, are you satisfied?" Eric said, letting go of control of Stryker's body.

Stryk leaned against the wall, looked at the dejected subordinates and the disgusting eyes of the mutants in front of him, and had nothing to say, and his heart slowly sank.

***

"Professor, we're late, are you okay?" The storm woman, Ororo, arrived before she could hear the academy attack. She was so frightened that she was about to jump out of her chest.

The other men were also surprised. They did not expect such a thing to happen. If Stryker succeeded, what is the point of their successful stopping Magneto from causing harm to New York citizens? All mutants will die.

"Teacher, where is Stryker? I want to see him." It was said to be "see". In fact, everyone could see that Cyclops was murderous intent. He would never forget how he was tortured by Stryker on the island when he was a teenager. It was a nightmare that he could not forget about his life.

"Let's go?" Not only Cyclops, but all X-Men were shocked. This mutant's mortal enemy was actually released?

"Why?" asked all the time.

Turning his head and listening to the movements in the room, Eric shrugged.

"As I thought, they had a hard time accepting what I did, but you will understand me, right?" he said.

The woman with blue skin opposite smiles silently.
Chapter completed!