The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 138 William
William Stryker is a very traditional American soldier. He always has a straight face, cold eyes, solemn and reticent, and abides by military discipline.

This old man with graying temples is the person in charge of the X weapon project.

The Weapon X program first originated during the Cold War. In order to win the competition with Mao Xiong, the federal government at that time spent a lot of money, and one after another arbitrarily unconstrained armaments programs were proposed, and the X Weapon program was born out of luck.

The mutant race can be divided into several levels according to their abilities.

The first is the Delta level. Mutants at this level have weak abilities and normal appearance, accounting for 50% of the total population.
The second is the Beta level. Mutants at this level have powerful abilities, but they cannot be well controlled. Their appearance is normal, accounting for 10% of the total population.

Then there is the Gama level. Mutants of this level have powerful abilities, but have weird appearances, which usually cause obstacles to normal life.

The Alpha-level mutants have the appearance of ordinary people, powerful abilities, and can control supernatural powers at will. They are the most valuable in the X-Weapon Project.

As for the last Omega-level mutants, they can already manipulate huge amounts of matter and energy, and have extremely terrifying potential. They are no less powerful than weapons of mass destruction and are difficult to control.

The main direction of Project X is to analyze the principles of mutant abilities, copy abilities above the beta level to ordinary soldiers, and create super soldiers with special abilities.

The Weapon X project looked promising, but encountered great resistance during the experiment.

The first is the moral factor. The Weapon X program will inevitably damage the lives and properties of some mutants, and once exposed, it is likely to have an indelible impact on the reputation of the federal government.

At that time, Stryker, who had a bright future, resisted all opinions and formulated the ultimate secrecy measures. He gambled on his personal future, and finally persuaded the high-level officials in the Pentagon to pass the X weapon plan.

Today, the program has indeed produced some "products", such as Wolverine with Edman metal injected into the bone, Deadpool with self-healing ability, and even a female clone X- twenty three.
However, these so-called products are nothing compared to the huge amount of resources invested in the X weapon program and the huge risks it bears.

If Weapon X fails to produce results sufficient to convince Washington's upper echelons within a year, then the plan will be ruthlessly shot down, and William Stryker himself will be thrown into limbo, desolately retiring with the title of general on his back.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Thinking of this, Stryker's hand holding the razor trembled, and the blade wrapped in foam cut through the wrinkled old skin, leaving a bloodstain.

This is a toilet in an underground base, dilapidated, cold, and most of the facilities were built during the Cold War 30 or [-] years ago.

Because there is no output, the financial support issued to the X weapon program has become more and more bleak.

The American soldier, who looked like an aging lion, looked at his back in the mirror that was no longer straight, sighed silently, and continued to clean the remaining beard.

After a while, he walked out of the bathroom and walked to the office under the guard of the guards.

"General, this is the X weapon evaluation report for this issue."

A thin scientific researcher in a white coat stood up and handed a stack of files to Stryker, his voice couldn't hide his joy, "With the help of the stem cell artificial organ cultivation technology of the meme company, we can already It is possible to copy a part of Beta-level mutant genes with combat value into normal soldiers, and it can [-]% ensure that the postoperative rejection reaction is within the acceptable range."

The meme company is in the balance of interests, and will provide the US military with a certain amount of artificial organs every month for its use.

However, the Weapon X project is still a half-secret and enjoys a certain priority.

In order to make a breakthrough, William Stryker applied for the mobilization of some artificial organs as an aid to the Weapon X program.

"Oh? That means the operation is basically safe?" William raised his eyebrows, flipped through the photos above, and muttered to himself: "This is good news. What about the alpha-level genetic modification surgery? There is hope. Is it?"

The researcher pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and said: "According to clinical trials, the success rate of genetic modification of alpha-level variants is only about 10%, and there is no guarantee that there will be a strong rejection reaction after surgery."

"A [-]% success rate? It's high enough." William Stryker said blankly, "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you start doing it?"

The researcher replied hoarsely: "General, the share of the previous batch of artificial organs has been exhausted. If there is no new artificial organ as a buffer, the experimenter may die due to severe rejection."

"Without sacrifice, there is no gain." William Stryker said with extremely cold eyes, without a trace of emotion: "When they joined the X weapon program, they had already signed the relevant agreement, didn't they?"

"General!" the scientific researcher shouted: "For the experimenters, this is a gamble with only a [-]% survival rate, and no one is willing to accept it."

"Did I say that we need their consent?" William said indifferently: "Once they step into this base, every hair and every blood of them will belong to the country, together with their will and soul."

The experimental materials used were not only smugglers caught on the US-Mexico border, death row inmates in prisons, and some mutants who were secretly kidnapped.

These people formed a huge library of experimental materials, and used their lives to pile up the path to the victory of the X Weapon Project.

Hearing William's remarks, the scientific researcher's face suddenly turned pale, and the soles of his feet seemed to be rooted, and he did not move.

Stryker looked at him and said with a sneer: "Why, your conscience has found out? Do you need something? Let me remind you that you alone led the earliest mutant human experiments. Your hands are bloody like mine. What are you pretending to be?" Nice guy?"

After all, the researchers couldn't resist Stryker's gaze, lowered their proud heads, and retreated silently.

It wasn't until Stryker left that the researchers, like puppets whose souls had been taken out, slumped on office chairs, staring at the light bulbs in the ceiling in a daze.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the screams in the underground cell again, and the shrill sound became louder and closer.

Click.

The door of the office opened.

Li Ang, wearing a white coat, walked in like a stroll in a courtyard, followed by the Brotherhood, the X-Men, and a large group of mutants who had just been rescued from the underground prison.

"Hello, do you know where General William Stryker is?"

The researcher stood up, and through the gaps in the crowd, he could vaguely see the river of blood flowing across the corridor.

(End of this chapter)