Marvel World New Magneto

After listening to Eric's rebuttal, Stryker was silent.

"It seems that I still fell into your trap. I'm so stupid to believe the promise of mutants. With the help of those people, you can do whatever you want." Stryker said in a hoarse voice, taking the He drank the glass and drank it, and through the lens, Eric saw a sharp light flash through the slits of his eyes.

The pressure has been exerted enough that the string will break if it continues to stretch.Eric realizes this and promptly denies it.

"No, I didn't promise them." Eric's words stopped Stryker's movements, and he looked at the mutant opposite him suspiciously, not knowing whether what he said was true or not.

Eric leaned forward, got a little closer to Stryker, and looked into his eyes tightly: "I told them that William Stryker was a dog I kept, I didn't allow them to touch you, and then they Give up." The indescribable contempt in his words made Stryker feel like he had been whipped, his brows twitched, and blood immediately poured into Stryker's eyes.

The doctor stared at the nonchalant man across from him, and dropped his hand under the coffee table.

"Just kidding, how could I say that to a friend." Eric laughed, causing the people around him to look at him. His laughter was full of ridicule and malice, and Stryker's face was red and white. , he hesitantly reached out to the hand below, and after a while, put it back on the table.

"Eric, you have to know that we are tied to a rope. If I fall, the next one will be you." Stryker said in a deep voice, holding back the anger overflowing his chest. "The people behind the pharmaceutical group are not only big companies, but there is also a person you can't ignore."

"Who?" Seeing Stryker's solemn announcement, Eric was also interested.

"Trask," Stryker whispered the name. "Bolivar Trask, you don't know about him, do you?"

Of course Eric is not unaware of this 1.3-meter-tall dwarf demon, the diminutive Trask is the former owner of Trask Industries, the vanguard against mutants, and the creator of mutant killer Sentinel robots. With his own efforts, he almost wiped out the mutants decades ago. After the plan failed, he was sentenced to prison for crimes. Stryker was still under him at the time, and he took the opportunity to take away part of the billionaire's property and research With the help of these materials, the later him came to be.

Now that Trask has reappeared, it is absolutely necessary to strike him.

"After he was released from prison, he disappeared for a while. As soon as he appeared, he used the opportunity to persuade the consortium to start a war against us and take this opportunity to make a comeback. As far as I know, he has already set his sights on the FDA (Food and Drug Administration). ), want to prepare for his next plan." Stryker looked at no one around him and whispered close to Eric. "We can't let him get away with it, he hates us."

Eric pondered for a moment and asked, "What's his plan?"

"I don't know." Stryker answered frankly. "But it's definitely not going to be a good thing, he'll definitely deal with us."

The person who cares about you the most must be your enemy. This sentence has been proved once again at this moment.Trask wanted to kill Stryker as soon as he shot, and Stryker also realized the role of his old boss and enemy in this matter, and found Eric as an ally for the first time.Now that Eric knew the inside story, he had only one choice.

"Of course I stand with you." He finally said what Stryker wanted to hear most.

Hearing Eric's words, Stryker finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The president is my biggest support now, but he wants serum and more serum. I can't handle only one living body." He said hurriedly, eager to get practical support from Eric. "You have to give me more of that kind of vampire, I know you can get it."

"Don't go too far, William." Eric ruthlessly dispelled his expectations. "Do you think this country can afford so many artificial blood races? No, I dare to say that once your serum is proven to make people youthful, even if there is a negative effect of thirst for blood, there will be a lot of rich people rushing to carry it. Bags of banknotes come to the door voluntarily. Serum does not fall into the hands of the military at all, it has been ordered by the upper class while it is still in your laboratory, and the same is true of medical groups, no matter which party will allow serum To ordinary people, they will divide the sphere of influence and then monopolize the longevity like a drug monopoly on finance.”

Eric's words burst Stryker's fantasy like bursting a bubble, and he sat back weakly.Stryker knew that the mutant he hated the most was telling the truth, that the caste of the country he wanted to protect was close to solidification, and that those in power could do anything to maintain their status.

"Perhaps I should recommend you this book -- Sixty Families Rule America, written in [-] by a man named Fernand Lundberg after a long study ." Eric picked up the cup and said leisurely. "Several prominent and well-connected big families have mastered the country to varying degrees through various means of operation. Although the power in their hands cannot be directly passed on to their descendants, the family resources and influence continue to be passed down from generation to generation until eternity. ."

Stryker was speechless.

The more he understands, the more doubts he has. The oppression and inner anxiety he has been subjected to these days are quietly weakening his will. After deviating from the original path, he is no longer the superman with a steely will, fame and fortune. The temptation is like a smash. The soul-crushing wine has diluted the hatred that has lasted for decades, and now Eric's words are shaking the foundation of his knowledge that has existed for decades.

"William, why do you want to attack mutants? Is it really because of the threat of mutants, or to protect these today's nobles? To protect these people who are harming ordinary people all the time to gain benefits?" Eric wasted no time in persuading him. . "Are mutants really a threat compared to them? Don't forget, you have mutant blood on your own, you passed it on to Jensen, you are all mutants just like your son. people."

"No, I'm not." Stryker wanted to stand up and roar, but his strength seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole, and a deep crack gradually formed in his originally sturdy heart defense, how much he wanted to stand up He shouted out loudly, but he lost his confidence in his firmest belief.Eric ripped open his disguise and showed him the bloody reality.

"I'm not..." he murmured, but he couldn't even hear what he said.

In the end, he slumped back into the chair and lowered his head weakly.

"You're not young anymore. Is it worth it to be entangled with an illusory target all your life? Think about it, I'll help you with the hearing." Eric stood up and patted his shoulder, ready to leave. .

Just as Eric was comforting Stryker, a look came from outside the coffee shop. This look was first shocked, and then immediately turned into a monstrous anger, with a hint of joy in it.

Eric was sensitive to the change in the magnetic field. He looked over there. The man had already left, and there were only people coming and going on the side of the road.

Leaving the lost Stryker in the coffee shop, Eric walked alone on the street, browsing all kinds of storefronts, passing the bustling flow of people, walking through the streets.

When he was walking down a lonely path, a man suddenly approached, grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall, and pressed a sharp object against his throat.

It was Scott, and the sight that Eric felt just now came from him. He found that Eric and Stryker were talking together, so he ambushed on the road.

"You colluded with Stryker, you betrayed the academy, you betrayed us, didn't you?" Scott shouted, clenching the sharp weapon in his hand, his voice full of anger and excitement, both Emotions are intertwined and repeated, and Eric can't tell which of the two is more.

"What are you holding against me, a toothpick, or your words?" Eric stared at Scott, who was already taller than Scott and was now pushed hard against the wall , so he looked at this excited colleague from a top-down angle at the closest distance.

"Don't try to change the subject, answer me!" Stern yelled, his weapon nearly piercing Eric's skin.

"Answer what? I'm so happy to meet Stryker, do you think Jean will come back to you?" Eric made two bodies in a row in one day, and Scott was revealed to be unspeakable. The secret shook as if struck by lightning, and let go of his hand weakly.

"She chose you, I know..." Scott dropped what was in his hand and stepped back slowly.

"There is no choice," Eric looked at him pityingly. "Never. When I was in front of her, she knew I was the one she was waiting for. I rescued her from the darkness and gave her a new life."

"Why didn't you kill me?" Scott raised his face, holding back the tears in his eyes, he was so sad that Eric couldn't bear to hit him again.

"You're still young, Scott. There's something better behind..." Eric patted his shoulder hard, leaving the sad man.

When he turned around, he saw Logan blocking the exit of the alley, and the pair of sharp alloy claws were slowly retracting their bodies. I don't know when this rough-looking colleague followed them.

Behind Eric, Scott was leaning against the wall, slumping to the ground in a demented manner.

"I thought we'd be brothers," Eric said as he brushed past Logan.

"You're an asshole, always." Logan ignored him, walked over to Scott, and handed him a cigar.

"Cry if you want to cry, and drink a glass of wine with me after you cry. Men... always have to pass this level." Logan sat beside Scott, lit a cigar, took a few sips, and raised his head to look at the vast and vast In the clear blue sky, the blossoming white clouds slowly stretched out in its embrace, and a person's voice and smile suddenly appeared in his mind. As soon as the long-lost memory appeared, he was intoxicated by it.

Scott took a few puffs of his cigar, coughed suddenly, and Logan patted his vest, and Scott's tears flowed.

"The person I love the most has abandoned me, and the person I love the most has abandoned me." The man cried bitterly.

Hearing the cry behind, Eric's heart gradually grew melancholy. He has walked this road back to the academy many times, and this time has never made him feel so far away.

Is it because of Stryker?

The last time I saw him, he was a respectable opponent, but now he has degenerated into an ordinary old man.

Or because of Scott?

Eric could not answer this question, and he was destined to gain a lot and lose a lot along the way.

While thinking, he suddenly stopped.

At the gate of the academy, a woman was staring at him from a distance, her fiery figure burning in the wind.

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