In the Xavier Mansion, Arale and Erik, who have been paying attention to the arrest progress of Stryker, finally got the accurate news about Nick Fury.
Not caring that it was already late at night and unable to hold back the impulse in her heart, Arale, after chatting with Erik for a while, said goodbye to Professor Charles who was very good to her and her new friends, and prepared to go back overnight and wait for dawn to catch Stryker with Tony and the others.
Even Erik and the others were a little moved, that was the Mutants killer they had been fighting before!
How many Mutantss would not be tempted by the ability to arrest him openly?
However, in order to prevent anyone from saying that they Mutants are pulling Li Ge's skin and influencing Bald Eagle at will, they decided to only let Arale, Li Ge's Church of Divine Revelation It is more appropriate to go to Bishop. After all, people dare to cricket Mutants, but they dare not cricket Church of Divine Revelation.
After all, Li Ge never said that Mutants could act in his name, unlike Church of Divine Revelation, who was authorized by Li Ge.
However, when Arale was slowly flying towards Temple of Divine Revelation with Telekinesis, no one noticed that an illusory figure quietly appeared in the shadow under her feet, with two scarlet dots flashing past.
A ray of morning light broke through the darkness, and the thin mist made everything in the city look like it was wrapped in gauze. A new day began.
Outside Temple of Divine Revelation, on the dewy grass, Tony and his party arrived here early, bringing along Arale who was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.
Under the watchful eyes of the believers who also lived here and passers-by, without too much greeting, Tony opened a portal and directly located at the dam base of Stryker.
Tony, who had already understood the structure of the base in the virtual scene, easily found a surveillance blind spot in the base.
In the laboratory of the base, Stryker, who had been feeling uneasy since yesterday, did not care whether the researchers were picking up things from the past, and directly force-fed some spirit-boosting potions to the researchers, forcing them to copy more Weapon X sleeplessly.
He didn't sleep either, so he stayed in the laboratory without going anywhere. He stared with scarlet-bloody eyes and stared at the researchers without saying a word as they used special catalysts to spawn dozens or hundreds of clones of Logan. The densely packed culture tanks were neatly arranged, and in the colored nutrient solution, the clones grew into adults at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Because these clones are forcibly grown, their lifespan is generally short, and they can live for a few years, or even a few months at most, but Stryker doesn't care about this at all.
Once mature, the cerebrospinal fluid of Mastermind Jason will be used to control the clone's new consciousness.
Then, after bone modification, teleportation and Cyclops ability implantation, a qualified Weapon X was born.
However, even if it has been successful a long time ago, it does not mean that it will be successful every time.
Even No. 1 was successful by accident. The clones are just genetically identical, which does not mean that each one can be the same like a copy.
Some inherit more of the excellence of the original, while others inherit more of its flaws, and some are just mediocre.
Anyway, after working hard all night, I barely succeeded in one more, but the number of dead clones reached an astonishing dozens.
It is also difficult for these researchers to repeat the experiment dozens of times in one night.
Under the pressure of Stryker and the stimulation of drugs, these researchers have gone crazy. They no longer pursue rigor and precision, and the movements of their hands are getting wider and wider. Every time they move on the clones, it is like venting, and even the knife edges become crooked.
The masks cover their faces, but they cannot cover their eyes.
What kind of eyes are those!
Crazy, scarlet, round protrusions, covered with blood as fine as spider webs, and bulging veins squirming around their eye sockets, looking disgusting and terrifying.
The gentle, wise eyes completely disappeared, and only numbness, emptiness, and mechanized madness could be seen inside.
In the corner of the laboratory, No. 1 and the new No. 2 were fighting for a sheep carcass with bared teeth. The friction of the iron chain was as loud as Beast. Roars and low roars came one after another. Two naked bodies, also covered with ferocious suture scars, lay on the ground like real Beast, with strong muscles undulating under the light.
The turbid, black-red disgusting viscous liquid flowed freely on the ground in the corner, and the fishy smell mixed with the disgusting smell of rot and fermentation reached the sky.
This smell did not dissipate even with the efforts of the air filter. Instead, it stubbornly spread throughout the laboratory and was engraved into every inch of the air.
"Boom--!"
"Crack... sting..."
"Dong dong dong..."
"Da da da da da... ding ding ding... dang..."
"Ah! Avengers! Avengers is coming! Ah... my legs..."
"Go and inform the colonel!"
"No... pfft!"
The sudden noise broke the dull atmosphere in the laboratory. Stryker's face suddenly became distorted, and veins popped out on his forehead.
Ignoring the screams and calls for help outside, and the researchers who were still frantically waving scalpels at the clones on the metal table covered with dried blood stains.
With Lady Deathstrike and Guevara, who had been standing quietly beside him like dolls, Stryker took a few strides to the corner, took out a small remote control from his arms, and pressed it without hesitation.
"Click... clatter... bang..."
"Children, daddy has guests, it's time for you to play your part!"
The thick iron chain locking No. 1 and No. 2 fell down, and Stryker's hoarse and gloomy voice followed.
When he heard Avengers, he knew that he was finished and that he who had been given up would not end well.
There are only two so-called monster armies so far. Apart from going crazy at the end, he can't think of anything else he can do.
... Perhaps we can just run away?
"Boom... boom!"
There was a loud noise, and a large hole was opened in the wall of the laboratory, and several figures were looming in the smoke.
"Tap tap tap..."
In this short period of time, all the noise outside disappeared, and the footsteps echoed in the laboratory.
"Pah... pah!"
"Oh? Is this the president you assassinated? Seriously, you did what I always wanted to do, but you'd better calm down now!"
As soon as Guevara teleported over, Tony was sensed and grabbed his neck. The liquid metal was suffused with space-blocking magic waves, and it wrapped him tightly in just an instant, giving him no chance to teleport and escape.