It is unknown whether Kingpin and Bullseye agreed to Loki's invitation, but there was one person who couldn't wait to vent his anger.
Canada British Columbia Alkali Lake, the surrounding area is desolate, the dense forest covers everything, the abandoned industrial area and the tall dam on the lake are the only civilization creations here.
The dam is made of heavy, high-strength reinforced concrete, and in the unknown space of the dam, countless sins and darkness are tightly wrapped, without even a trace of ugliness being revealed.
And now, the owner of this bloody base, the crazy hater of Mutants, has murdered countless Transcendent Mutants ordinary people. He is an out-and-out pervert and the mastermind behind the assassination of the president. Our Colonel Stryker is looking at the phone that has just been hung up on the cold metal table in front of him with wide eyes.
His eyes seemed to pop out of their frames, with fine bloodshot eyes covering both eyeballs in just the blink of an eye. His lips were tightly pursed, his nostrils dilated, and the muscles in his cheeks couldn't stop twitching.
Behind Stryker, a woman with a graceful figure wrapped in a tight suit stood motionless. The stern Asian beauty had no expression on her face and stared blankly ahead, like an exquisite doll without Soul Stone.
"Colonel, the experimental subject has suffered a severe rejection reaction, its consciousness has completely disappeared, and its body cannot withstand the oppression of so many abilities. The genetic collapse is irreversible. It is recommended that it be cremated and destroyed."
In this suffocating silence, a figure with a white coat splattered with a large amount of dark red slurry rushed over in a hurry. After being stopped by Lady Deathstrike with his hand raised, he carefully looked at Stryker's ugly face and reported in a low voice with some gasping sounds.
"Bang! Click...!"
Stryker stared with red eyes, and smashed the phone on the metal table with his clenched fist. Veins popped out on his arm, and he was unmoved even if his fist was cut with bloody wounds by hard parts.
"Go on! Use Weapon X's gene to clone the experimental subject and fuse all the genes you can get out. I don't care how many clones you want, and I don't care how many scraps will die. I need real monsters!"
"Did you hear that?! What I want is an army of monsters that can completely crush Mutants, and then tie that damn immortal to the experimental table to let him know that the disgusting Mutants should live honestly in the sewers instead of trying to be superior to humans!"
"Nine Heavens, Samsara Realm, what a perfect military factory, they should be in my hands. What qualifications does that damn immortal have to own them?!"
Parts of the phone were thrown around, and on the metal table, the clear dents vaguely showed the shape of a fist, while Stryker stared at the trembling researcher like an angry orangutan, roaring and ordering, venting the anger in his heart, and the greed and murderous intent in his eyes were so piercing.
"I... I... I'll get ready right now!"
At this time, Stryker was intimidating. The researcher's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip and he did not dare to stay any longer. After stammering a response, he ran out as if running away.
"Ta!"
The surroundings became quiet again, and a viscous liquid dripped down Stryker's clenched fists onto the metal table, making a dull sound, and a hint of sweetness filled the air.
Stryker, who was roaring like a Tyrant just now, stared at the remains of the phone scattered on the table with a gloomy face. The stinging pain from his fist added the best catalyst to the madness that surged like a tsunami in his heart.
"The stupid president actually wants me to surrender. Church of Divine Revelation, Arale, Erik, S.H.I.E.L.D., all deserve to die!"
"Li Ge, fairy, since you never show up, then I will send all your followers away Hell!"
Stryker's voice became hoarse and deep. Instead of the rage just now, it carried a strange calmness. The crazy meaning in the words could make anyone feel frightened.
He glanced at the wound on his fist, and the self-healing power of the Perfect Body Realm's body began to take effect, making him feel a slight itch.
"Come on, let's go see our friend and hope he's okay."
Stryker left the office with Lady Deathstrike, walked through the long passage, made several turns, passed by the spacious laboratory, and specifically observed the melted ball on the experimental table. Under the gaze of the trembling researchers, Stryker put his hand in and looked at the disgusting and mushy experimental object for a few times without changing his expression, and then casually wiped the thing on his hand on the white coat of the researcher next to him.
"Clone, fuse, and then show me my army. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Colonel, can we... conduct experiments on those soldiers Perfect Body Realm and Transcendent Realm? Their powers seem to be... very adaptable?"
After a gray-haired researcher hesitated for a moment, his desire to create more powerful works made him speak out his inner thoughts.
Speaking of those soldiers, the old researcher's eyes were filled with fire unconsciously. He swore that those soldiers were the most perfect Transcendent existences he had ever seen.
Not only are they powerful, they will never lose control or have a negative impact on their bodies. They even slowly evolve with their life essence, unlike Mutants, who has all kinds of weird shapes and is always out of control.
What excites the old researcher the most is that after a series of inspections and research on those soldiers, they successfully discovered Redstone energy from Li Ge mixed with various designs in the soldiers' bodies. This energy used by Li Ge as the basis of Path to Godhood in Nine Heavens actually gave them a sense of being able to adapt to evolution.
This kind of discovery has always been on the mind of the researchers, and they have tried many times to ask the soldiers to cooperate in the research, but they have not received Stryker's permission.
Now, Stryker asked them to clone Weapon X for experiments. Although Weapon X's powerful self-healing ability is indeed the best fusion experimental material, the old researcher still couldn't help but want to use soldiers for experiments.
Not to mention whether the cloned Weapon X will go out of control, their poor cloning technology alone cannot guarantee that the cloned ones will have many defects. It is better to use those soldiers directly for experiments.
"Huh?"
The old researcher's words aroused Stryker's interest. His eyes swept over the soldiers guarding the laboratory door, and there was a moment of hesitation in his eyes. Those soldiers were Transcendent soldiers whose consciousness he had completely controlled, and they were his dear subordinates.
But when he thought of the president's angry scolding on the phone before, and the things he had learned about S.H.I.E.L.D. and Church of Divine Revelation through other channels, his eyes became fierce again.
"Anyway, people like these soldiers are everywhere now. Only by developing more powerful weapons can we crush them!"
Thinking of this, Stryker stared at the old researcher with squinted eyes for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
Ignoring the excited researchers, Stryker took Lady Deathstrike and continued walking deeper into the base. The images of the cage where Mutants was imprisoned, the boiler where the corpse was burned, the Transcendent soldiers fighting fiercely, and the empty-eyed Mutants being controlled, all flashed by one by one.
In the deepest part of the base, in a small and simple cell, the dim light illuminated the cold cement wall. Through the observation port on the iron door, a blue-skinned figure was curled up on the iron bed, with his hands clasped together and mumbling something.