American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

"Dr. Trask, it's just a small setback, why is it so decadent?"

Bolivar Trask drank more than half a bottle of whiskey and woke up from a hangover. It was already late at night.

Drowsily, I heard these words coming from the shadows.

Trask felt that his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak even if he wanted to speak. He subconsciously looked for water to drink, but he found a wine bottle, glanced at his mouth, and took a big sip indifferently.

"Well."

The cold wine was poured into the throat, and it suddenly felt hot. It immediately changed from dryness to tingling, but I was able to make sounds.

Then he looked around, but only saw a faceless figure in the shadows.

However, in the dim light, one could see that his scalp was shiny and he was bald.

If ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, they will be frightened, and then some will call the police directly, and some will go find a gun.

"Want some?"

Trask, who was heartbroken, raised the bottle.

"Dr. Trask, you look a little disappointing." The figure in the shadow sighed.

"What do you want to see me like?" Trask looked indifferent, but put down the bottle.

“Don’t be afraid of hardships and start all over again.”

"Who can support me?" Trask grinned at himself, but his eyes became brighter.

"Zhengaxe's blindness and shortsightedness, his inability to realize the seriousness of the situation, and his inability to see your true talent, is their loss, but people with a caring heart will see everything."

"Like you?"

"Exactly." A bald Indian mixed-race man wearing a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses and looking harmless to humans and animals, stepped out of the shadows completely.

"Doctor, as long as you can cheer up, as long as you still want to prove yourself, you don't have no chance."

"Okay, you have successfully aroused my interest. Tell me, what do you think?"

"Why don't you tell yourself what your last words are."

A third voice came from the room, speaking coldly.

But there are two figures, Mystique with blue skin and red hair, and Red Devil with red skin and black hair.

"Mystique! Impossible! I installed an anti-mutant device..." The bald third brother exclaimed, but stopped abruptly and just stood there blankly.

Trask did the same, but the two of them saw that Mystique blinked, and her yellow-backed vertical pupils turned into red ones, with three black tadpoles inside that kept turning...

Then Mystique waved her hand calmly, and Trask disappeared in a flash. Then she and the Red Devil teleported away, leaving only a dazed bald head.

"Sir, there was an accident in the mission. Mystique ignored the anti-mutant ability device, bypassed the layers of protection, broke in directly, and kidnapped Dr. Trask..."

After the bald man was stunned, he realized that Death was really spinning around him. He broke out in a cold sweat and also broke out in a hot sweat on his forehead. He contacted his superiors in a panic.

"What about you, Jasper, are you okay?" An old and deep male voice came from the earphones.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The big bald head was excited and said quickly: "Mystique didn't look at me at all. She just has a deep hatred for Dr. Trask and she should be here to avenge a personal grudge."

"Since it is an irresistible external factor, this mission will be cancelled. You will continue to be responsible for the ending. At the critical moment, keep a low profile and be secretive."

"Ye'sir, I will stay vigilant." Hearing the word "cancelled" instead of "failed," the bald man let out a long silent sigh of relief.

"Hail hydra."

"Hail hydra."

Siberia, Gulag secret base.

Aaron introduced Trask to everyone.

As the saying goes, after the first time, the second time will be much easier, whether it's gay sex, wrestling, or cross-dressing.

Turning into Mystique and doing things, someone no longer has any psychological barriers.

In fact, it's not that Aaron is thirsty for talents, but this short and twisted man with a twisted mentality.

It's the core technology of the Sentinel robot, some of Trask's unique concepts, and some of the notes are code words and references that only he understands. If you want to understand them thoroughly, you really can't do it without him.

This time, like the Red Devil, we can't erase Trask's consciousness.

Fortunately, Mystique had a killing spree and she had regained her face, but she could no longer avenge her hatred of mutants.

I had no choice but to wrong Mystique a little more and find a way to make up for it later.

"Create an area, and I'll help you move everything from the Extraordinary Dragon. Leave that base to Trask alone." Aaron told Whiplash.

Not to mention that Mystique hates her so much, from Trask's point of view, he still has "huge grievances" with nowhere to appeal.

For the time being, I have no choice but to be out of sight and out of mind.

Fortunately, now that we have the Phoenix Power, it is very convenient to open the portal and it is not a big problem.

Aaron would not let Trask study mutants any more, but it was a genius idea for the Sentinel robot to simulate the abilities of mutants, and it was not difficult to do it with Aaron.

Mystique's potential has been enhanced by Aaron, and she can already simulate the abilities of other mutants.

And there are also corresponding equipment that Alon moved over, which is equivalent to being moved directly to the Sentinel Project.

But it's not the Sentinel robot that's the main one. In terms of mechanics, Whiplash and Doctor Octopus are both more specialized than Trask.

Even when making robots and armors, "mechanical simulation mutant abilities" are used as a useful supplement.

Aaron planned to use the extraordinary dragon that was half transformed by the Mandarin as the main body, and integrate the technology of his evil scientists and mad scientists to see what he could make.

By the way, there are more and more "talents" under my command...

[Is everything done? 】

[Well, that’s right, this is what happened in the end...]

Aaron contacted Sister Qin. In any case, Trask had provoked the mutant community and he had to explain to Sister Qin.

[Just have an accurate estimate in your mind. 】Sister Qin doesn’t have too many ideas. After all, she hasn’t personally participated or seen it with her own eyes, so she can trust Alon.

[By the way, you helped me return to the academy and didn’t do anything weird with my body, right?] Instead, I was more concerned about another issue.

Of course not... Bah!

Who is going to do something weird?

That's my body!

mine!

It's just an illusion! Transformation!

Dare you speak human words! ?

Dare you!

【a ha ha ha……】

But he only had a wry smile, a smile on his face but no smile on his face.

Either it's hard to owe a debt of gratitude, or if you don't say anything else, from now on, you won't get any advantage with your words, you'll only get the short end of the stick.

[Forget it, I did a good job this time. I’ll come back to you next time if something happens. Sister Qin's voice sounded like "The Ai family is tired, Xiao Longzi, please kneel in peace" and she immediately cut off the contact.

Leaving someone alone there, with a mouthful of blood in his throat that won't come down...