Kill Stryker

"He wasn't dead, but our Terminator needed to wait for his skeleton to cool down."

Ron looked at the skeleton on the ground and said.

The Adamantium skeleton was too hot for flesh to regenerate.

Once the temperature dropped, No. 11 would recover his body. Like Wolverine, his healing factor had fused with his Adamantium skeleton. As long as the skeleton remained, he could not die.

Bending down, Ron placed a hand on the scorching skeleton, which was over a thousand degrees, and absorbed the heat energy above its chest.

Before long, the cooled skeleton regenerated flesh and blood at a visible rate, restoring half his body.

But No. 11 had suffered severe injuries and remained unconscious.

"A little disgusting."

Raven frowned slightly. Though she possessed healing abilities herself, she had never seen a scene like this: first pink muscles and nerves, then internal organs and skin...

"Emma, it's up to you."

He rose calmly and gave the order.

The last time White Queen had tried to create an illusion with her powers to deal with No. 11, it had not worked.

At the time, No. 11 had been remotely controlled by a computer through devices implanted in his nerves. He had not been a person, but a biological weapon. Now, all the miscellaneous things inside No. 11's body had disappeared.

White Queen crouched down, placed a hand on his head, and searched through his memories.

Inside the underground secret laboratory.

"Quick, destroy any data we can't take with us."

Stryker anxiously issued his final instructions. Under the protection of several subordinates and a heavily armed special forces squad, he carried boxes of various sizes and prepared to leave early.

Hiss. The door opened.

Three figures stood outside—one man and two women.

"Where are you going, Stryker?"

Looking at him like a rat trapped at the entrance of a dark hole, Ron spoke expressionlessly.

Raven and Emma stood on either side of him, their faces seemingly covered by a layer of frost.

"Mutants send their regards."

Raven said coldly. It sounded less like a greeting than an announcement of death's arrival.

Having seen the records and photos of Stryker's inhuman experiments on mutants, many of whom were underage children, she was filled with murderous intent toward him.

"How did you find this place so quickly?"

Stryker's eyes widened, and his expression changed abruptly when he saw Ron.

His ominous premonition had come true, and it had come so quickly that he had not even been given a chance to escape.

"A dying man doesn't need to know that much."

White Queen sneered. After obtaining the laboratory's location from No. 11's mind, she had passed it on to Ron.

Ron had used Teleportation to bring them directly here.

What use was an answer to someone about to die?

"Quick, Fred, kill them."

Stryker hurriedly gave the order in a shrill voice.

At his side, a nearly two-meter-tall, muscle-bound giant immediately lunged forward like a brown bear, carrying tremendous force and a howling gust of wind.

Fred, one of Stryker's X-Force members, possessed extraordinary strength and defenses capable of easily withstanding tank shells.

"You're blocking my view."

Boom!

A huge shadow descended over him, but Ron's expression did not change in the slightest.

He raised a hand. Under the impact of a deliberately controlled energy beam, the massive, burly body flew backward at even greater speed, smashing several special forces soldiers into pulp. Its momentum did not diminish as it crashed through several walls, leaving a huge hole in Fred's chest where his internal organs could be clearly seen. He was barely alive.

"Open fire!"

Agent Zero, another terrified X-Force member beside him, drew the two pistols at his waist. He and the frightened special forces squad fired as they retreated.

Bullets shot from the muzzles alongside flashes of fire.

They wanted to use suppressive fire to cover Stryker's escape.

Unfortunately, Ron and the other two were unlike other fragile mutants. Not one of them could be harmed by bullets.

"Are you scratching an itch for me?"

Her Survival of the Fittest ability activated. Black, scale-like stone armor grew over Raven's body, blocking the bullets. With contempt in her eyes, she leaped into the crowd like an elegant panther, slaughtering them with her claws and ripping open their chests and bellies.

Emma, transformed into diamond form, charged forward with equal coldness. Her diamond-hard fists, paired with concise and fierce fighting techniques, easily shattered the hard bones within human bodies.

Amid wails and screams, Ron walked slowly toward Stryker with his hands behind his back.

"Do you have any other tricks?"

"Monsters! Every last one of you monsters should die!"

Facing a dead end, Stryker's face twisted viciously. Under the pressure of death, he pulled out a specially made pistol and fired wildly.

With a series of deafening gunshots, the magazine was emptied in two or three seconds.

One silver bullet after another struck Ron's body, lost its momentum, and dropped to the floor with distinctive clinks.

"Adamantium bullets?"

He glanced at the bullets at his feet.

"They're not as good as that blade."

Compared with absorbing the kinetic energy of a thin blade swinging down, absorbing the energy of rounded bullet heads was far simpler.

Adamantium bullets could penetrate Adamantium as well, but they were useless against him.

"Why did God create monsters like you?!"

Even his final trump card had failed. Staggering backward and knocking over an experiment table, Stryker shouted in grief, indignation, and despair.

"My wife Marcy died at the hands of monsters like you, and the one who killed her was her beloved biological son."

"You mutant monsters with special abilities should never have existed!"

"Don't act as if you're some tragic villain with a miserable past who deserves sympathy."

Hearing his accusations, Ron gave a disdainful laugh.

"You spread your hatred and obsession toward your own son to an entire race. You're nothing more than a crazy man with something wrong in his head."

He raised a hand, and a blinding scarlet glow lit up.

Bzzzz!

Stryker's eyes widened in terror as his right leg was blasted apart. He fell to the ground with a miserable scream. Agonizing pain flooded his mind, nearly making him pass out. His face was deathly pale, blood pouring from the wound, and the pain left him unable to speak.

"Kill... kill me! If you've got the guts, kill me!"

"What nonsense. Do you think I'd let you go? Aren't I killing you right now?"

Ron raised an eyebrow at the unnecessary request.

"Still, before you die, you should taste the suffering of those people you experimented on."

"Ahhh!..."

One energy blast after another shattered Stryker's limbs. He lay on the floor, screaming continuously.

"I forgot about your mouth."

Finding him too noisy, Ron casually fired another energy blast, turning Stryker's mouth into a bloody mess. Every tooth in his mouth was knocked out. He could not even curse before dying; his body convulsed in pain, yet he could only make muffled groans.

After enduring such agonizing torture, Stryker looked at Ron with nothing but terror in his eyes.

Lying on the cold floor as his blood drained away rapidly, he soon stopped convulsing.

The X-Men villain who should have remained active for decades and harmed countless mutants, only to die much later, met his end here.

"When you put those underage children on the experiment tables, you should have expected this outcome."

Raven, who had easily dealt with the remaining special forces soldiers and Agent Zero, walked over with Emma. Looking at the corpse, she gave a cold snort.

Agent Zero's unerring marksmanship was a joke against people who feared no bullets. Raven had ruthlessly torn open his throat.

"Raven, that big idiot's ability is pretty good. He's about to die."

Ron motioned for Raven to copy Fred's ability. He had deliberately held back, leaving Fred alive instead of killing him directly.

"Once you copy his ability, your safety will be even more assured."

"Thank you, Ron."

Touched by Ron's concern for her safety, Raven returned after copying the ability, walked up to him, and kissed him of her own accord.

Amid corpses and crimson blood, the pair of lovers kissed as though it were ordinary, their love for each other blending together as if they stood in a flower-filled meadow. There was a strange, sinister beauty to it.

"Quite a few laboratory staff members are hiding inside. Send people to take over the experiments and their results, then kill them."

After a long while, their lips parted. Ron turned to Emma and gave the order.

"Ron, they were conducting experiments and research on us mutants.

Are we going to continue?"

Hearing the implication in his words, Emma asked hesitantly.