"What about you?" Hill asked meaningfully. "What is your goal?"
"To eliminate future trouble, of course!" Stryker said without the slightest change in expression. "I brought enough explosives to completely level that pyramid."
"You think we'll believe that?"
"No, but it is the truth. We welcome supervision from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."
"Colonel Stryker, I've heard about your attitude toward Mutants. I can also roughly guess why you appeared here."
"So what?" Stryker's tone turned cold. "Can you stop me, or can you persuade me?"
Hill paused. "Colonel Stryker, do you know the consequences of doing this?"
"I do. Do you know why so many people support what I'm doing?" Stryker smiled with faint satisfaction. "We all think the same way.
"If we succeed, humanity will have one less powerful enemy. If we fail, humanity will recognize reality and realize the severity of the problem."
Only heaven knew how long he had waited for this day. Every last Mutant deserved to die.
Yet for some unknown reason, only Mutants themselves and those who had truly come into contact with Mutants were reluctantly willing to believe in their existence.
What was even more absurd was that, for the greater good, the higher-ups had demanded that this tiny minority keep it secret. Even if they accidentally let it slip, few people believed them.
As a result, the overwhelming majority of humanity knew nothing about Mutants. They had been living in false peace, completely unaware that a group of strange beings lurked in the shadows, threatening humanity's place in the world.
However, the appearance of the three Stone Tablets had let him see a glimmer of hope. As long as Apocalypse broke free, everyone would learn of the Mutants' existence. They would have nowhere left to hide.
Whether it was the military or the government,