Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 235 William Stryker in a sorry state (Seeking monthly votes)

However, to his surprise, a year ago, he was suddenly found by Professor X and the X-Men at the Alcalí Lake Dam base in Canada.

After breaking through, they rescued the mutants he had imprisoned for experiments.

Fortunately, William Stryker was not at the base at the time, otherwise his fate would have been unimaginable. But even though he escaped death, he is not doing well now.

Because the experimental base still contains the records of his experiments.

From then on, these valuable materials and experimental records became evidence of his heinous crimes.

This information was leaked.

Many things are nothing on the scale, but once they are, they weigh a ton.

Experiments on mutants are something that people all over the world do.

Do you really think mutants only exist in America?

Other countries also have this.

How many laboratories are there in the world? How many experimental bases, both officially recognized and privately established, are countless?

Are these laboratories and research facilities completely innocent?

Certainly not.

It can be said that the act of capturing mutants and dissecting and experimenting on them has developed into an entire industry chain.

Many private mercenary companies specialize in capturing and selling mutants.

They were all sold to laboratories and experimental bases.

If it weren't for Magneto and the X-Men mediating and searching, the number would have multiplied.

Most of these laboratories are associated with certain interest groups.

Financial conglomerates, governments, etc.

Needless to say, if they could develop a drug that could extend lifespan, it would be worth it for them to see as many mutants die.

But this kind of thing can only be done in secret and must never be exposed.

Once exposed, such crimes against humanity will inevitably be rejected by the general public, and what awaits them is abandonment.

William Stryker was like that too.

For a dignified U.S. military colonel to commit such a shocking act is an unacceptable scandal for both the military and the United States.

So Stryker was originally going to be abandoned.

But Stryker has connections.

They managed to suppress this scandal, which was serious enough to warrant a military court hearing, but Stryker was sidelined.

Stryker lost the financial support of those who backed him.

They eked out a living in this experimental base, like rats in a sewer.

He escaped trial by a military court.

But Magneto, and the X-Men, wouldn't let him go.

Stryker knew very well that if he fell into the hands of these mutants, given his countless crimes against them, death would be a luxury.

Fortunately, this base was designed to conceal Professor X's extremely powerful telepathic abilities.

Therefore, it has a thick concrete structure and is equipped with a large number of devices to resist mental forces.

But Stryker was not willing to give up.

He was unwilling to hide here in the dark; he still wanted to finish the work he hadn't completed.

Stryker wants to exterminate all mutants.

But hiding here, he can't do anything.

This is the source of his near-madness.

But what could he do, no matter how unwilling or angry he was? There was nothing he could do.

The only way he could vent his anger was by whipping that damned mutant woman.

A wave of helplessness washed over him again, and Stryker slowly closed his eyes. But at that moment, a strange voice appeared in his mind.

"Hmm, this kind of intense, twisted hatred and resentment is quite rare."

"Is that so, Colonel William Stryker?"

"Who?"

The sudden sound made William Stryker open his eyes abruptly, shouting loudly and looking around.

The gaze behind the glasses was sharp and cold.

What made Stryker even more uneasy was that, even though the guards were right outside the door, they didn't react at all when he heard his voice.

The room remained empty.

Stryker gripped the whip tightly, instinctively turning to leave, but what chilled him to the bone was that the blood that had been splattered on the ground from whipping the mutant woman began to writhe.

Finally, it slowly surged and gradually rose higher.

Ultimately, it becomes a "person" made of blood.

This person, made of blood, has an indistinct face; only the eyes are literally empty.

The blood-covered man grinned as he looked at Stryker with his dark, hollow eyes.

hoarse voice.

"Colonel Stryker, would you rather die forever huddled in this place where you never see the light of day?"

"Would you want to see those mutants, Magneto, Professor X, and X-Men swaggering around in the outside world?"

Her voice was seductive.

Stryker remained unmoved. He cautiously scanned his surroundings and was surprised to find that the walls seemed to be covered with a layer of dark purple light and shadow, flowing with a viscous, watery substance that was disgusting.

"Are you one of those bastards too?"

Stryker looked at the bloodied man, his expression twisted with rage.

Stryker was never afraid of death; what he feared most was failing to achieve what he wanted to do.

Hatred and loathing had surpassed his fear of death.

"No, no, no, I'm not a mutant, Colonel Stryker. If you really want to know, have you heard of the battle in Manhattan?"

The man wasn't angry at all about Stryker's insult; instead, he brought up something else.

The Battle of Manhattan?

Stryker's expression suddenly changed. Although he had been hiding here, he was not cut off from some information about the outside world.

Stryker could never forget that world-shaking event in Manhattan.

When he first learned about this, he was at the base watching the live video footage shot by New York news media.

I was quite surprised to find that besides mutants and other hybrids, there were other creatures on Earth.

This person suddenly brought up the Battle of Manhattan.

Could it be...?

Stryker's mind raced, instantly locking onto an identity. He narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing his shock, and said in a low voice, "You're a demon?"

Many experts and scholars have already provided detailed analyses and speculations about those monsters.

This argument has gained considerable acceptance among a large number of people.

Stryker knew that too.

This person can mention the Battle of Manhattan, and coupled with the bizarre power he is now displaying, he is completely different from the mysterious Astartes and Ravens; he is nothing but a demon.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The Blood Man clapped his hands, seemingly admiring Stryker's quick wit.

"That's right, I am the devil."

The demon admitted his identity, but Stryker was not pleased. Instead, he remained wary and calm: "So, Mr. Demon, what do you want from me?"

"Of course I want to make a deal with you."

"We demons love to trade."

The bloodied man spread his hands, his expression and tone one of utter self-righteousness.

It's common knowledge that demons like to make deals with people.

His answer silenced Stryker.

After a long pause, Stryker smiled. "A trade?"