The correct way to attack the villain

William Stryker Jr. is probably one of the number one enemies mutants face other than ordinary people. He has a long family history of fighting against mutants. After taking office, his son left behind his father's ambition and was inspired to transform mutants into a group dedicated to the military. Driving weapon.

The only difference is that his father's generation has always focused on the improvement of mutant inhibitors, and in order to achieve his goal, he can even abandon the dignity of a soldier and cooperate with a group of bad guys.

"He was definitely the biggest takeaway from our trip."

In the center of the circular surrounding laboratory, outside a detention room made entirely of transparent alloy, Trask looked at the feedback data on the screen, his eyes behind the glasses were wide open with excitement.

Stryker walked into the laboratory wearing a military uniform, and frowned severely after seeing the two people locked in the alloy glass.

"If I remember correctly, our goal this time should be their brainwave search device."

Having said that, he looked away from the two mutants who seemed to be underage: "Are you trying to tell me that they are all masters in operating brainwave search devices except Charles?"

"If your ultimate goal is to enslave mutants, then why should I rely on that clumsy machine when I have him?" Trask waved his two super short hands that matched his height, and his voice was because Emotionally pointed, "He's the key, he's the key to letting us rule the mutants, he's—"

"silencer!"

After finishing speaking, the mad scientist couldn't wait to show the colonel the results of his several hours of research.

"This is the mutated serum molecule extracted from the mutant's body." He picked up two test tubes from the table. "This is the mutant's blood with relatively high activity of mutated cells."

"You don't even need extra catalysts, just let them fuse together—"

Trask dropped the part extracted from the measuring tube reagent on the petri dish at the same time, and the smart screen next to the petri dish immediately began to zoom in on the process of the two liquids blending. It was almost an instant, and the mutated serum molecules poured into the drop of mutant blood. The mutated cells were eaten away.

"This is definitely a major discovery. As long as we have him, we can completely control the number of mutants according to our ideas!"

"Before we use his blood to develop a fusion agent with mutant abilities, as long as there is enough blood supply, we can make all mutants lose their ability to fight us!"

The scientist excitedly pressed his face and hands on the transparent metal, looking at the detained mutant wearing a hospital gown. This is probably what every researcher will have when facing a valuable research subject. reaction.

His eyes are more obsessed than looking at his wife.

Only Stryker didn't say a word from beginning to end.

After delivering a series of testimonials, Trask finally realized who is the leader here. He turned his head and looked at Stryker, whose face was darkened. It seems to be the colonel who wants to have a large army of mutants. In other words, an invention that can completely ablate mutants' ability to mutate can only have counterproductive effects.

Trask clenched his fist and cleared his throat: "Of course, this is not the focus of my research, you will understand. I think you should still remember the mutant child who suddenly disappeared at Gotham Pier ten years ago?"

Little William Stryker frowned and thought for a while: "You mean the mutant who has the same ability as Leech?"

"No, no, his ability is completely different from that of a leech."

Trask quickly tapped on the main brain with both hands, and with the help of the researchers sitting around the main brain, he quickly called up the core materials he needed from the huge database, and then independently analyzed the waveform data diagrams as he explained.

"The ability of the leech only stops at restricting mutants, that's the 'second' ability, because he doesn't have the slightest effect on ordinary people, but this mutant—"

"As long as he wants, he can make everyone lose control of their abilities, including the abilities of mutants, including all high-tech, and even deprive the right of biological evolution. Although his abilities have not yet grown to that level, there are always One day, in his domain, the only thing you can use is your fist, and everything will return to the most primitive era of hand-to-hand combat!"

After Trask finished speaking, he spread his arms, and sure enough, he saw that Stryker was also in deep thought for a long time because of his words.He lifted his dwarf's chin triumphantly, and threw out the last sentence, which was also the most shocking.

"We could use him to rule the world, Colonel."

The entire laboratory fell silent.

About 10 minutes later, Stryker said with a cold face: "Don't think about it, Trask."

"He was wanted by Lex as a reward for working with us."

After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid that he would regret it in the next moment, Stryker quickly walked out of the laboratory, and Trask, who was left behind, instantly distorted his entire expression because of this sentence.

But the frenzy in his eyes didn't subside in the slightest, and even intensified.

"What species is he? Dwarf? Goblin?"

In the glass alloy in the center of the laboratory, Scott looked at the almost distorted sticker on the glass, the short scientist whose height probably didn't reach his waist, and at most reached his crotch.

"If it's goblin technology, the technology here shouldn't look so modern, right? I remember seeing the magician's little goblin in Greenwich a long time ago, and it was much cuter than him."

Ever since he woke up, Scott has not stopped his thoughts. It seems that only in this way can he slightly relieve the tension in his heart.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Mo who was sitting quietly next to him. Seeing his face thinking about something, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Although they were deadly enemies before, it is not impossible for him to get along with Song Mo safely for a while under this special situation. What they need now is unity.

However, Song Mo obviously didn't think so: "I'm wondering what criteria they use to allocate prisons." He tapped the glass alloy with his fingers, making a dull thumping sound, "If this is considered a prison."

Scott followed his words and asked, "What standard?"

"Ability, IQ, height, health status, degree of danger, brain wave frequency and even, face. It doesn't look like it now." Song Mo turned his head and looked at him, his face showed what Scott was familiar with, and couldn't be more familiar With a nasty smile, he said softly, "Otherwise, how could I share a room with you?"

Scott: "..."

How could there be such a person!What time is it now!

Now is the crisis!

Scott resisted to take back the fist that was about to punch the opponent in the face, but the next moment, a gun butt hit Song Mo hard on the back of the head.

The effect of Lex's de-strengthening agent has not yet passed, and their five senses and strength as mutants have not yet recovered. Now even two soldiers have quietly walked behind them while they were chatting, and they didn't even notice.

Two soldiers in uniform and carrying heavy machine guns had a businesslike attitude: "Come with us."

Song Mo's face was turned sideways, and the gun butt hit his wound. The severe pain made him lose his ability to think for a moment.

The soldiers waited for a while, seeing that he did not move, thinking that he refused to cooperate, they raised the butt of their guns and wanted to smash it a second time.

"Wait, he's still injured, I'll go with you."

Scott pulled people away and stood behind him: "I'll go with you."

Song Mo licked the wound that burst again at the corner of his mouth: "It's not you they want, it's useless for you to follow."

He reached out casually to wipe away the blood, and stood up cooperatively, reaching out so they could place handcuffs around his wrists.

The two were escorted out.

This is a laboratory fortress rooted in the ground, and the passages made up of three-meter-thick iron walls are as intricate as an ant nest.The two soldiers pressed the two mutants through the checkpoints, and finally came to a place with relatively few patrolling personnel.

"Professor Trask's order is related to the secrets of the mutant transformation plan, so he does not want anyone to enter here during the interrogation. Anyone, including Colonel Stryker and Boss Lex, this is his work chip. One of the leaders of this laboratory, he should have this authority."

"Yes, sir."

In front of the only manually controlled interrogation room, the staff respectfully handed back the working chip to the soldier.The closed white door in front of them was pushed open to both sides, and Song Mo and Scott were pushed in with guns pointed at their backs.

In an interrogation room about ten square meters in size, Dr. Trask sat on a table in the middle, and behind him was an American soldier with a gun.

And next to it, in a cage-like confined space made of glass alloy, sits a thin, bald boy sitting cross-legged.

He had been staring at Song Mo ever since he entered the door, his blue eyes seemed to be filled with water, wronged and innocent.

Scott was escorted to the side, while Song Mo was politely invited to the seat opposite Trask. In the middle of the seat was a row of glass water glasses and a teapot that was still steaming.

"I think you should know the reason why I called you here." The scientist, who was never used to hypocrisy and arrogance, went straight to the point, "Let's cooperate, I need your ability."

Song Mo frowned and said nothing.

"You have no right to refuse. If you don't cooperate, I have a lot of inhibitors that can be used on you. At most, it will be a little troublesome to extract the ability from your body, but it's not that I can't do it, but you may suffer a little bit." And if you agree to cooperate with me, I can help you remove the remaining imaginary cores in your mind, which is mutually beneficial."

Trask spread his hands, as if showing his ambition and blueprint: "We can start with Xavier, who you hate the most, and have a comprehensive purge."

As soon as the words fell, before Song Mo could speak, Scott yelled at him one step ahead: "Don't even think about it! We won't agree! Song Mo—"

"I accept."

A light and fluffy sentence stopped Scott's words in an instant.He looked in disbelief at the mutant classmate who was sitting calmly on the seat, his eyes were as strange as the first day he knew him.

Even lost the ability to speak because of shock.

"I accept."

Song Mo repeated it again.

Trask saw tangible excitement in the mutant's eyes about his proposal to purge Xavier, which convinced him: "I like talking to smart people because they see the situation best."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and briefly shook hands with Song Mo, which was a verbal agreement.

Song Mo pointed to the handcuffs between his wrists: "So we can untie them now?"

"Oh, sorry." The scientist raised his eyebrows, "I will untie it after we officially start working together."

"Ok."

Song Mo took back his hand indifferently: "Then can you give me a glass of water?"

"Of course, this proposal is not too much."

Trask made a gesture, and the soldier behind him stepped forward and poured half a glass of water, walked to Song Mo and handed it to him.

Song Mo didn't take it immediately, but circled the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and then looked at the little boy locked in the glass cage: "Who is he?"

Trask seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't care about spending two more sentences to explain: "Leech, I discovered him not long ago, and he is also a mutant. He can disable the abilities of mutants in the area, just like you."

"So you think having him by your side will make you feel more at ease when negotiating with us?"

Trask: "At least for your companion. He doesn't seem very satisfied with our cooperation. Of course, he can't make a decision on this matter."

"Of course he can't make up his mind."

Song Mo smiled and took the glass: "And I'm sorry, you can't do it either."

With a bang, the glass was slammed on the table and shattered into pieces. The sharp rim of the glass cut through the tiger's mouth. Song Mo grabbed the sharp broken glass in his hand and slammed it on the neck of the American soldier next to him.

With a scream, the mutants jumped up when they were unprepared. The soldier who was shot took a step back while clutching his bleeding neck. Song Mo immediately pulled out the gun from his waist.

Bah, bang, bang three times.

Quick, accurate, clean, neat.

The three soldiers couldn't even utter a scream, so they fell to the ground with the wound pierced between their eyebrows.

The smell of blood spread from the tip of the nose.

Song Mo held the gun in one hand, pointing the gun at Trask.

"I need a pass chip, a smart brain, and a new dress."

"Thank you for your cooperation."