The plan was perfect, but to put it into action, he still needed a sufficiently capable executor-a Sword Bearer who could secretly stir up turmoil across the world.
"William Stryker."
A cold, mocking smile curled Solomon's lips.
In this world, this radical military officer should have become one of the mutants' greatest nightmares in the future.
His deep-rooted prejudice and hatred toward those unlike him, his intricate network of military connections, and his ruthless willingness to do anything to achieve his goals all made him the perfect candidate to lead terrorists worldwide.
However, William Stryker was only fifteen now. His father was a senior CIA official and had even met Charles.
Fifteen was old enough!
Late at night, Virginia, a villa in an affluent neighborhood reserved for senior CIA officials.
Fifteen-year-old William Stryker sat at his desk, fiddling with a Browning pistol he had taken from his father's study, his eyes carrying a sinister look beyond his years.
Just then, the lights in the room went out without warning, and even the chirping insects outside seemed to have been instantly silenced by some terrifying force.
"Who's there?!"
Young Stryker reacted swiftly, whipping up the pistol and aiming it at a dark corner.
"As alert as your father. Unfortunately, that toy gun won't protect you."
Having transformed into Shaw's likeness, Solomon emerged from the shadows and strolled elegantly up to the boy.
"You're... Sebastian Shaw?! Aren't you dead?!"
Young Stryker had seen this face on television. He pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Flame burst forth.
Yet the deadly bullet that left the barrel inexplicably stopped just half an inch from Shaw's chest, then dropped limply onto the expensive carpet.
Solomon did not even lift a finger. His powerful telekinesis seized young Stryker's throat like an invisible giant hand, hoisted the