The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 143 Captive
"Three Palace Demon? Interesting." Li Ang looked at Abel, who was wriggling and struggling with his limbs broken on the ground, and muttered to himself: "It seems that the Lazarus that Lars Gul Al said The pool is not easy, I have to go there someday.”

The army of mutants caught up behind him, and Magneto carefully manipulated the iron sand to wrap Abel in groups, and let the Iceman add a layer of extremely cold ice to the iron ball, completely sealing the gap.

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

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

Along the way, the scientific researchers shrank tremblingly in the corner, not daring to vent their breath, for fear of making any noise that would attract his attention.

General William Stryker, who was wearing a military uniform, convulsed uncontrollably. Until this moment, the self-proclaimed tough guy realized that the fear of death was so real again.

Stryker once participated in the Vietnam War as an ordinary soldier.In the depths of the damp and dark jungle, Stryker and his teammates were attacked by Vietnamese guerrillas just after entering the battlefield.

Those poorly equipped and malnourished Vietnamese soldiers who looked like skinny monkeys could endure the bites of dense forest flies and the miasma that burned their skin, lurking in the muddy and hot bushes for several days, just to kill them. A small group of American soldiers.

When the gunshots sounded, Stryker watched his squad leader cut off half of his skull by the flying bullets, watched the machine gunner be blown in two by landmines, and even saw his best friend accidentally He stepped into a soil trap and was pierced through his entire thigh by thousands of bamboo thorns. He bled to death before rescue arrived.

Those Vietnamese guerrillas who were like ghosts and ghosts were chasing after them. Those shadowy tree shadows seemed to come to life. Every branch of the tree was waving like itself, trying to stop the American soldier who was fleeing in embarrassment.

For the first time on that day, William Stryker came so close to death.

Li Ang didn't interrupt the thinking of the elderly general in front of him, he jumped up lightly, sat on the console, and jokingly said, "Good afternoon, General William Stryker."

Withdrawing his thoughts from the memory, 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 service in the US Army. If you kill me, countless people will come after you."

"Hehe, I never said that I would kill you now, your life is more valuable than you think." Li Ang said with a smile: "I never worry about too many enemies."

William Stryker didn't ask about the specific details, he just pulled out the pistol from his waist at a very fast speed, and shot the opponent between the eyebrows.

The 9mm bullet slid out of the rifling, and before it shattered Li Ang's skull, the powerful magnetic field wrapped around his body distorted the trajectory of the bullet and missed the wall.

The distorted shell case fell to the ground, making a jingling sound on the marble tiles.

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

"General Stryker, I heard from Professor X that you used to be a good person with a middle-class sense of morality. You loved your country, cared for your family, and treated your work with enthusiasm. What made you become what you are today step by step?"

"War." Stryker said blankly: "War will make people grow and twist people."

Fortunately or not, on that day, the young Stryker waited for the artillery support of the US military before being captured by the guerrillas.

The bomber flew over his head at low altitude, and the explosives dropped rolled, directly leveling the mountain.

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 training that an old soldier should have, learned to shoot at women and children with a smile, learned to help his teammates cover, and let them end the "battle" with the Vietnamese village woman as soon as possible before the arrival of the chief. ".

Because of his bravery in combat and his family background, he made his way to the top and became a "sir" who he needed to salute in the past. As a middle-level U.S. military, he participated in the decision-making of combat strategies on local battlefields.

In order to retaliate against the elusive Vietnamese guerrillas, the U.S. military began to sprinkle defoliants.

The chemical, dubbed "Agent Orange" because it was contained in orange-striped iron drums, was so potent that tens of millions of liters of Agent Orange wreaked havoc on Vietnam's forests, opening a dead end.

However, the effect of Agent Orange is not limited to this, the legacy of the devastating blow brought by the biochemical agent spreads decades later-pregnant women affected by Agent Orange will give birth to extremely horrific and twisted deformed children.

Not one, not two, Agent Orange created a full 50 deformed children in Vietnam and caused more than 200 million Vietnamese children to suffer from cancer and other diseases.

Stryker had seen the gruesome pictures, and maybe the middle-class upbringing of him would have vomited with guilt before stepping into battle.

But after becoming the "model soldier" promoted by the US military, he has been able to face all this calmly with a smile on his face.

"Enemies are not considered human beings." William said indifferently to Li Ang: "People have to find some reason for themselves in order to survive in this dirty and despicable world, right? The reason I live is hatred.

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

It was hatred that made me gradually become what I am today. "

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, and smiled softly: "I've heard your story, your son is a mutant who can create illusions, and for the purpose of protecting him, you removed him from Xavier's gifted children run by Professor X. College take away.

However, the phantom powers that have not received complete training are too powerful, your son can't control his own abilities, and he is doing wide-area brain wave interference all the time.

Finally one day, your wife couldn't bear those grotesque visions, and pointed an electric drill at her own temple in one afternoon."

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

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

The terrible grip made General Stryker's face turn blue and purple, and his short and bloated legs struggled and stirred in the air, making him look extremely pitiful and funny.

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

"Hehe, although I am the leader of these mutants at present, I am not a supernatural person." Li Ang smiled and said slowly: "And you can't die now, I have prepared a more powerful one for you." Broad stage.

On that stage, you are qualified to declare the curtain down to the whole world. "

(End of this chapter)