American Comics: The Containment Foundation From Scratch

"I can take you to the Tesla headquarters headquarters, which has absolutely everything you want."

Clarice's eyes showed a strong hatred, and she said seriously.

Both her parents were killed by armed groups under the Tesla Industrial Group.

She may not have thought of taking revenge on all mankind, but if she can take revenge on Teslak Industrial Group through Beichen's hands, she is 100 willing.

Beichen naturally saw Clarice's careful thinking, but in order to capture her body and mind, Beichen didn't break it.

"No problem! Just picture that address in your head.""

Beichen smiled and nodded.

Going to the birthplace of Sentinel, there may be surprises, and the harvest is not necessarily.

More importantly, this is a world that is about to be destroyed, so he no longer has to maintain his image. In this world, he can be a happy person who can do whatever he wants!

After all, the brilliance of the Foundation did not shine on this world.

Since the light has never come, let the darkness be eternal!

"After traveling for so long, I can finally do whatever I want.

He Beichen wants to step on capital and slap the president!

After obtaining the headquarters address of Trask Industrial Group from his flashing mind, Beichen immediately moved to Trask Industrial Group with the two girls.

Standing on the roof of the Trask Building, Beichen looked down at the Trask Industrial Group.

Where is this still a large industrial group, this is clearly a military fortress.

"Don't tell me, it's Teslak Industries that controls Pretty Country now?"

Beichen looked strangely at the scenery under his feet.

"Yes, since the little abuser developed Sentinel for Mutant, he has gained the inclination of the capital of the beautiful country, and then after 10 years of development, Trask Industrial Group has become the world's largest military industrial group.

Here, even the president has to crawl at the feet of the dead dwarf. "Clarice explained through gritted teeth.

From Clarice's tone, it was not difficult to hear that the other party hated the existence of the little abuser to the core.

"Little devil?"

Hearing the name, Beichen frowned, he had never heard of this name, neither in the comics nor in the movie.

Clarice gritted her teeth at the mention of the name.

"Little Tormentor is a nickname, his real name is Bolivar Trask, an extremely insidious and crazy scientist, but also very ambitious and very jealous.! 35

"Bolivar? That guy is so powerful in the future?"

Mystique next to her was also a little surprised, knowing that at her time, Trask Industrial Group was a military enterprise that was on the verge of bankruptcy, and Trask was even laughed at by everyone.

After all, Trask has dwarfism since he was a child, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up in ridicule.

"Yes! It's that crazy guy, he is jealous of all existences whose genes are stronger than him. Seeing that Mutant is stronger than ordinary people, he wants to destroy Mutant.

Clarice explained eloquently.

Beichen was skeptical about Clarice's explanation.

Trask is also one of the smartest humans, and shouldn't be as neurotic as Clarice said.

In the advanced research room, a frightening Sentinel lay quietly on the tool table. Trask held the tool and constantly studied the scales on Sentinel.

There was no sign of aging on Trask, like a young man in his twenties, healthy and full of energy, not like a worker who spent all day in research labs and offices.

Just then, his secretary ran in anxiously.

"Chairman, someone suddenly broke into the Trask Industrial Building, and the initial judgment is Mutant.""

Listening to his subordinate's report, Trask didn't take it to heart.

Mutant?

A flock of lambs to be slaughtered.

"There shouldn't be any need to come to me for this trivial matter, right? Wouldn't it be enough to send two Sentinels over there?

Trask didn't stop what he was doing, but said casually.

The secretary quickly said: "We suspect that the other party is a space capable person who can teleport over long distances."

"Super long-distance space teleportation?"

After hearing this word, Trask finally stopped his movements.

"Be sure to capture that Mutant for me and reverse his genes. We are very likely to load Sentry with ultra-long-distance space teleportation, and then we will be able to create a spaceship that can jump in space." Trask ordered excitedly. .

The reason why he has been sending Sentinel to hunt down Mutant, on the one hand, is to exterminate Mutant, and on the other hand to collect Mutant's genetic map to make Sentinel more perfect...

"No no no! I'll do it myself, just in case! 35

After Trask finished speaking, he walked into the innermost layer of the laboratory.

Inside is a huge Sentry mech as high as 15 meters.

"Thanks to the great Broken God! Grant me the supreme wisdom, so that I can lead mankind further!"

Trask stood in front of the huge amounts of Sentry mecha and prayed silently, and then the whole person actually turned into a pile of strange metal fluids and entered the huge amounts of Sentry mecha.

After merging with the Sentry mecha, and feeling the powerful power, Trask laughed excitedly: "Hahahaha! Biometal is indeed the greatest gift given to mankind by the Broken God, as expected! Mechanical ascension is for mankind. future!

In this timeline influenced by the Broken God, Trask relies on the attributes of Mystique and inspiration from the divine radiance of the Broken God.

A special bio-metal was invented, which can simulate any organ in the human body, and then remember it.

The most incredible thing is that this metal can also have the properties of metal. The stronger the metal used, the harder the biometal.

His Sentry mech, as well as his own biometal, is the legendary Adamantium, the same metal as Wolverine's skeleton.

"Now! Everyone has to look up to me."

Trask, incarnated as a Sentry mecha, looked down at his secretary who looked up at him.

The secretary below listened, nodded and complimented: "No, Chairman, even without this mecha, your wisdom is enough for all mankind to look up to!

Trask didn't take the secretary's compliment to heart.

Compliments from the weak are meaningless!

Only by being worshipped by the strong can you be proud!

"What kind of physical body is powerful, genetic mutation, these are all crooked ways! How can flesh and blood be comparable to metal?"

After Trask finished speaking, he directly lifted his foot and stepped on the secretary below.

For no other reason, purely because the secretary just spoke about his pain point.

What is "my wisdom is enough for all to look up to?"

Is it possible that apart from my intelligence, I am inherently inferior to others?

Thinking of this, Trask rolled over a few times in frustration.