I turned into a cat in Marvel

Stryker hates mutants because his wife died at the hands of their mutant son.

But at the same time, Stryker yearns for the power of mutants, but he doesn't have it himself.

There is a saying that homophobia means being closeted.

Stryker, who is superstitious about the power of mutants, recently has a big plan. He plans to create a super mutant that combines countless outstanding mutant abilities.

Although for a guy like Stryker, human experiments do not even make him feel more guilty about eating one more fattening burger, but based on cost considerations, it is still necessary to conduct some detailed animal-oriented experiments.

This is the situation of the orange cat that Yang Ming traveled through.

Fortunately, the experiments took place before Yang Ming traveled through time, which saved Yang Ming from suffering. It's also possible that it was because of those experiments that this poor orange cat died and let Yang Ming travel through time.

Damn you actually tortured the cat Stryker, you're dead

Although he thought so in his heart, Yang Ming still couldn't help but stood there as a statue, with his four paws together and his eyes blank. It looked like I had been brainwashed.

If you want to ask why the cage is made of glass in front, but also has a blue-light screen on the top, bottom, left, and back. Although Yang Ming didn't feel too uncomfortable, he couldn't use the so-called mutant ability.

Yang Ming speculated that this was a device used to suppress mutant abilities that appeared in X-Men: Apocalypse.

However, the timeline of the X-Men movies is very confusing. Except for the old trilogy, they are completely abandoned. They make money from each movie without planning at all. Who knows when this thing was invented? .

In short, without mutant ability, Yang Ming thought it would be better to pretend to be weak, pitiful, and helpless like a kitten.

"Incredible, it is the only experimental subject that survived." A bald old man with round glasses in a white coat approached the cage and said in surprise.

"The experiment we did on it a week ago was just to test whether the injection ratio of liquid Adamantium into the bone joints needed to be adjusted, and by the way, to test the rejection of the x gene fragments we had extracted in various genes. In this situation, it stands to reason that its genes should have collapsed and died."

You know that this cat will die and you still do this kind of experiment, you will die too, thief.

"Then what should we do with it now? Should we wait until Colonel Stryker comes next time, or notify him directly?" Another young man in a white coat asked, but no one had time to pay attention to him now.

"Why is it so dull now? You also performed cranial nerve integrated control surgery on it. I remember that the brain capacity of animals is too small. Even if the remote control system is successfully implanted, they will never be able to understand slightly complex commands. "

Another female researcher in a white coat asked. There are seven or eight such guys gathered here, all of whom are scientific researchers here.

"It's better than letting a cat with Adamant metal claws, self-healing, teleportation, and laser eyes run around."

The wizened old man smiled. "Although the cage can suppress its ability, it must be released for follow-up testing and experiments. I won't worry if the control system is not implanted. Cats are pets only because they are weak. If there are cats as big as humans, , you will understand how cruel cats are.”

Yes, you will soon understand how cruel cats can be.

He was thinking viciously in his heart, but on the surface Yang Ming still acted like I was an emotionless killer.

"Don't forget that big guy's mutant abilities," a researcher added. "I remember that his ability is to connect the earth as a whole and then connect himself to make himself unshakable, right? After a few years of not seeing each other, he has eaten himself into a big meat ball."

"Come on, because we didn't have a plan, we didn't use the optimal gene ratio for this cat. We just injected it into it randomly. I don't even know how many abilities it has successfully fused, but it just looks at the genetic map x11. It has everything. That’s all.”

The wizened old man sighed: "It would be great if all mutants were as obedient as Dukes Meatball, and they wouldn't be locked in a cage. Look at him accepting experiments here honestly, can't he still go there every day?" Are you going to eat or drink outside?”

Really

When he heard that as long as he was honest, he could eat and drink, Yang Ming was a little excited. If he knew how to do experiments or something, he would cooperate.

But Yang Ming also knew that so-called cooperation was not the main reason for being able to move freely. Yang Ming didn't react to the name Dukes at first, but only after hearing Meatball did he remember that he was a member of Stryker's mutant team. Since Wolverine left the team, other members have also left one after another. Only this meat ball and one other person are still serving Stryker, and this is in exchange for a certain degree of trust and freedom that Stryker is based on.

"What are you all doing here?"

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and a man walked into the spacious laboratory again. He was over mid-year old, with half-grey hair meticulously styled. He was originally wearing a suit. After entering, he directly grabbed a white coat and put it on. Step closer.

"The government will send people to check our results soon. What is the status of Weapon X 11?"

All the researchers who were originally gathered around the cage immediately scattered back to their posts. When the old man with round glasses heard the question, he took two steps forward and uncovered the white cloth on one of the operating tables in the laboratory. Underneath was a A bald man with black surgical lines all over his body.

The most conspicuous thing was that his mouth was sewn shut with thread.

"The condition of , from humans to animals, they will never fail.” At this point, the wizened old man paused, “But, Colonel, I also want you to take a look at this.”

With that said, he took two steps back and came to the cage, motioning for Stryker to check.

Stryker's original smile calmed down, he bent down and looked at the cat in the cage emitting blue light, raised his head and frowned and asked: "Why use a suppression field? Although this technology is not mature yet, it is not used for it." To keep a cat quiet."

"Colonel, we successfully fused those X genes into this cat." The wizened old man said excitedly with a tone of claiming credit.

"This is impossible," Stryker said flatly without asking.

He is a very selfish guy. In the past, he has also thought about the possibility of turning small animals into mutant creatures to perform tasks. After all, small animals are more agile and flexible and can adapt to many special environments. But precisely for this reason, the conclusion that it is impossible for animals to integrate into the X gene without collapsing was drawn from him personally. Naturally, he was very skeptical and resistant to comments that challenged his results.

The next step for suspicion is of course to confirm it. It’s okay to take two steps.

"Have you tested it?" Stryker asked.

"Uh, no," the old man was a little embarrassed and said, "But judging from its genetic map, it definitely has the advantages of multiple x genes, and because it did not consider the optimal matching of x genes at the beginning, it was equipped Almost all of the x gene segments we have, so it may have more mutant capabilities than x11."

The more he blew, the more Stryker frowned. It was almost like telling scientists that they successfully launched a rocket with newspaper ignition. Stryker waved his hand impatiently, "Time is running out. Big figures from the government are coming soon. We don't have time to waste. It's okay to start testing now."

"No problem, Colonel." The wizened old man said quickly.

Then the blue light that made Yang Ming dizzy was finally turned off, and the glass in front of the cage slowly rose.

Yang Ming was overjoyed. Hearing these white coats say before that he could still teleport, he needed to use his so-called mutant ability, but after a long time of effort, his body remained motionless.

"We also performed an operation on its little head. Just like No. 11, it will definitely obey your orders," the wizened old man assured, patting his chest confidently.

Wait, could it be that I wasn't acting before? I really couldn't move without orders.

Yang Ming was about to cry but had no tears. He obviously had no problem with his brain and memory, so why did his body still obey their commands?

Stryker nodded irritably. If these people weren't all talented people and not just as many big-headed soldiers as they wanted, he would have used his big mouth to make the other party wake up. At this time, I still didn't believe it. Looking at the cat staring at it in the cage, I casually ordered: "Show me your ability."

Two red lights suddenly emerged from the cat's eyes, passing straight through Stryker's eyes and piercing his brain.

゜ロ゜゜ロ゜゜ロ゜゜ロ゜゜ロ゜゜ロ゜

For a moment, the entire institute was silent.

Until Stryker's body flopped to the ground.

Yang Ming himself was shocked.

It’s not my fault, right?

This is what he asked for