Marvel World New Magneto

When someone is proud, someone will naturally be frustrated. When this frustrated person is named William Stryker, he is twice as sad as ordinary people.

Rewinding the time to a year ago, Mr. Stryker is still the most ferocious enemy of mutants. He is like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, always frightening the strong with superpowers.He is daring, with the courage of Don Quixote and the cunning of Richelieu; he plays tricks, pitting the radical fraternity against the moderate Xavier House.Under his single-handed manipulation, Magneto went to prison, and Professor X fell into his hands at his mercy——if the world is up to then, he has become the most outstanding unsung hero in human history—is He successfully saved ordinary people.

However, at this time, fate made a ruthless joke with the poor colonel. A mutant who appeared suddenly broke the colonel's plan, and then drove him to death step by step, forcing him to become the enemy's pawn.

How could the majestic Stryker endure such a shame?Even if all the monsters recorded in the Old Testament of the Bible appeared together, and Leviathan, Nephilim and the ancient snake attacked him in turn, Mr. William would save the situation.

It's a pity that such a hero didn't get the attention of his superiors. Under the connivance of those short-sighted guys, a group of despicable teammates coveted his achievements, coveted the huge benefits, and quietly launched an attack on him.Under pressure from behind, Stryker had to cooperate with that hateful mutant and fell into his clutches.

Although it was repeated later, the colonel has now completely turned to his lifelong enemy and is living in a small base near Kingston, a small town in southeastern Canada.This place is on the border of the United States and Canada, adjacent to the shore of Lake Ontario, and is a Canadian grain storage and export port. This base is transformed from an abandoned medium-sized barn.

Here, William Stryker can continue to play the intrigue he is good at.It's just that the target this time has been replaced by the former Allies.

In the hidden freezer, a burly man with a metal arm was half lying on a seat filled with transparent pipes, staring blankly at the Hydra logo above the ceiling, and standing beside him were two men in white clothes. Men in medical uniforms were busy examining the bruises on his body and sparking electronic components.

Stryker looked in from the outside of the room through a layer of one-way glass, and one of his most trusted subordinates stood beside him.

"This time the Winter Soldier came into contact with Captain America. Although he successfully retreated under cover. But he seems to have recovered some memories." The subordinates reported the situation to the chief.

"Don't worry, Leo." Stryker called out the names of his subordinates. "Prepare for him, he's just been out of the cryogenic freeze for too long."

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

Stryker hesitated for a while. The ice pick therapy is to directly use a hammer to chisel a steel nail into the brain from above the eyeball of the recipient, and then stir the steel nail with his bare hands to destroy the patient's frontal lobe.This kind of operation is not only simple and quick, but also does not require very strict disinfection measures.Quite popular in the mid-twentieth century.It is widely believed that it can make people well-behaved and docile - on the surface.

But this kind of operation is unnecessary, that person has already given an order, as long as the Winter Soldier shows instability, he can be thrown on the street at any time, anyway, this place has been disguised as the base of Hydra, whether it is SHIELD or others Stryker is not responsible for whoever picked up this lost lamb.

So when Leo asked, Stryker shook his head.Just waved him to follow suit.

Now he has to worry about other people.

Disputes could be heard faintly in the corridor, separated by thick iron doors.He could also tell that they were his other two most caring subordinates: Jester Warren and Lucas Burton.

He sighed, the change in 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 his already weakened strength.

Leo had conveyed the order, saw the expression on the officer's face, and hurried out to stop those two people.

When the voice faded away, 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 in the base, and finally approached the place that he would never want to step into in the past.

"It's really rare, it turned out to be William." The dwarf scientist's eyes were still so vicious, and the thick lenses couldn't hide the sharp gaze at all.

"Hello, Bolivar." For the first time in 40 years, Stricker formally greeted his old superior.

Trask didn't answer, just stared at Stryker through his glasses for a moment, then slowly continued with his work.

It's rare that he didn't drive away, and Stryker didn't leave. He looked at the equipment on the workbench aimlessly, and suddenly found that it looked familiar.

"This is... a sentinel?" Stryker asked, he was a little hard to be sure, because this design was already very different from the robots in the past. The tiny metal pieces covered the surface of the humanoid armor densely like ancient fish scales. There are no complicated instruments and equipment in them, only a cavity that can hold a human body.

Trask glanced at Stryker, his eyes thawed slightly. After staying in this secret base for two months, even this scholar who was devoted to invention felt a little depressed.

"That's right." Trask patted his creation proudly. "With Mr. Erik's support, I have rediscovered my most perfect invention."

Stryker was silent for a moment. He knew what Eric had promised Trask. Behind the mad scientist's hostility to mutants was a strong inferiority complex for his mutilated body, not for the protection of human beings.

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

"Since he can do it himself, he can definitely help me." Trask is older than Stryker, but he despises the colonel who uses the blood potion, and he wants to transform himself into the most hostile and enviable man he has ever been. mutants.

The dwarf scientist is not worried that Eric will break his promise. In his opinion, the new Magneto is just like the conquerors in history, and the conquerors have one thing in common, that is, they can tolerate people who have hurt them but are really talented .

Talented people can of course tolerate people who have betrayed them in the past depending on the situation, such as William Stryker. Trask hopes that he will get an ally with a similar background beside Eric in the future.

So he took the trouble to explain.

"Don't judge Mr. Eric with the eyes of the past. He is not a mutant in the traditional sense. Didn't you find that he is neither like the kind of superpower who has specialties in a certain way, nor is he an athlete like a beast. His power is quietly reaching unimaginable realms, and he never ignores the role of science. It's not that he can't be stronger, but that he wants to completely control the power in his hands. Although I don't know what he is thinking, but I There is a guess..."

Trask sold a trick.Stryker really asked.

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

Trask smiled contentedly, the dwarf convinced for a moment that he would once again be the leader of the two.

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

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

"He wants to be an omnipotent mutant, a super mutant," the dwarf said emphatically.

"Impossible, only the Lord is omnipotent!" Stryker retorted subconsciously.Then react immediately.

Trask smiled sarcastically.The colonel couldn't help being ashamed of his naivety. He didn't know whether the old superior's conjecture was correct, but just thinking about it made him feel chills all over his body. He admitted that Eric was indeed different from others.

The professor is very capable but has a small appetite. What he wants is to maintain the status quo, and his desire can be satisfied by a little better life; Magneto is not willing to be inferior to ordinary people. He wants to fight against human beings and reverse the unfavorable situation.Create your own nation of mutants.

Even the hidden behemoths like Hydra have a clear goal, they just want to seize control of the world.

Only Eric wants something.Stryker never figured it out.

On the one hand, he saves the people and establishes his reputation, like a superhero, on the other hand, he cultivates power, recruits partisans, and accepts those whose positions have conflicted.If he really has a plan, it must not be simply to give up if he wants to get something.

"These are all your own conjectures, maybe he didn't think about it at all." Stryker retorted vigorously.

Trask smiled contemptuously, caressing the fine scales like a treasure.

"You know, this is not the Sentinels of the past. Humans can't manipulate them at all, only mutants can. My previous idea can only simulate some superficial abilities. Fire is fire, and ice is ice. The prototype body is still powerful, but in fact there is no growth potential at all. In the most ideal state, it can only copy and share low-end abilities. You can only win by numbers. The only problem with mutants is the uneven distribution of ethnic talent. There may be only a few of a hundred mutants who are particularly powerful, and the rest can only do some auxiliary work. How much water can a barrel hold? Determined by these extra long boards, but now it's 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, with my help, the biggest shortcoming of mutants' uneven strength will be made up for. In the not-too-distant future, as long as they are mutants, they will have the opportunity to become superhumans." , no matter how useless the original talents are, they can be transformed into customized abilities through my creation, and eventually we will have teams of firemen and icemen who can fly into the sky like iron man, burn the world or let The earth is frozen. When they stand in front of the stage, no matter how powerful the country and army are, superheroes will be eliminated, and the world will enter the age of mythology. This is the miracle of mutants, and I, too, will become One of them."

Stryker was cold all over, he staggered back a few steps, and was about to turn around and run away, when he suddenly saw the blood bottle in his hand.

With a wry smile, the colonel leaned his back against the wall and drank the bright red in the bottle. (to be continued~^~)