This Kryptonian is too stable

'Boom boom!'...

'what……!'

Listening to the gunshots and howls coming from outside the door, Stryker, who was already full of white hair, swallowed hard and drew from his waist the pistol that had accompanied him for fifteen years.

Half a minute later, as the last scream sounded, the fierce firefight also subsided.

Raising the muzzle and staring at the metal gate in front of him intently, Stryker ignored the sweat on his forehead and let them slip off his cheeks.

'Boom!'

With a dull loud noise, a clear bulge suddenly appeared on the half-meter-thick alloy gate.

Immediately afterwards, centered on the bulge, the entire silver-white door gradually lit up with a dark red light, and then the brightness rose rapidly, turning red in less than thirty seconds.

At the first bulge, the alloy with a melting point of up to two thousand degrees melted like a candle. It fell to the ground like honey and accumulated a puddle of dark red metal oxides along the temporarily preserved door door.

Two scarlet fists passed through the metal gate, and then pushed them to the left and right. The melted hole in the gate expanded rapidly with the movement of the arm, and soon swallowed the entire metal gate.

In the next second, a tall robot passed through the door that had been completely melted down and arrived at the control room of this secret base. At the same time, the crimson on his body gradually dispersed, returning to its original silvery white appearance.

'Damn it!I shouldn't have picked up this ghost thing from Lake Michigan twenty years ago.'

Seeing the mechanical monster in front of him, Stryker pulled the trigger without hesitation.

But he never thought that if there was no black technology that was reversely cracked from this robot, he might have died in the hands of a mutant who wanted to break his body into pieces.

'boom!boom!boom!...'

The bullets hit the body cast from the unknown alloy, causing no damage at all except for the sparks at the starting point.

'Hate it!Can't watch that group of damn mutants exterminate!'

Throwing the empty pistol away, Stryker drew the dagger from his thigh and assumed a standard fighting posture, unwilling to look at the mechanical monster ahead.

Originally, he had taken the position of Secretary of Housing of the US Empire and became the highest officer of the US Army.

But after the'Black Phoenix' incident, in order to prevent the doomed mutant from jumping over the wall, the White House took the initiative to relax relations with the group of guys and reach an agreement.

Those damn X-Men should not hesitate to propose dismissal and guilt as one of the conditions for reconciliation.

Coupled with the fact that he used mutants to do human experiments and tried to provoke a war between mutants and humans and was stabbed out, the person in the White House pushed the boat along the way, treated him as a victim and sold him backhand.

If it weren't for his strong relationship, he would have been sent to a military court and went to prison to pick up soap.

'Discover special characters: William Stryker

Race: Human

Threat level: very low

Coping suggestions: try to establish a cooperative relationship'

Receiving the prompt from the system, the robot slowly lowered its muzzle and issued a cold electronic sound: "General William Stryker."

"Who are you? Who sent you here? What is the purpose?"

Seeing that the other party had no intention to kill him for the time being, Stryker frowned and directly asked three questions about philosophy.

"You can call me a bastion."

The bastion did not rush, and said lightly: "In order to ensure the demise of the mutants, I returned to the present from 2072 and killed the hope of the mutants' rise-Hope Summers.

But it seems that something went wrong during the time-space jump, which caused my main program to be twenty years later than my body."

"future?"

Stryker sneered, showing disdain: "Heh, do you think you are the Terminator?"

Ignoring the opponent's ridicule, the bastion respectfully replied: "I am not a Terminator, but my mission is similar to that of a Terminator."

After pondering for a while, Stryker's eyes condensed, and he asked the question he cared most: "What are you going to do with me?"

"You are one of my creators, and at the same time the most hostile mutants in the world."

Explaining the relationship between himself and the other party, Bastion said sincerely: "So, I want to invite you to form an alliance with me to jointly destroy the mutant family."

'You killed all of my men with a disagreement, and then said that you were wrong, and you want to cooperate with me, when I am the group of bones in France?'

Indignant, Stryker stretched out his right hand uncontrollably and took the initiative to squeeze the opponent's metal palm: "Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation."

After speaking, the bastion released the opponent's right hand and pressed the man's neck with lightning speed.

Immediately, a ball of silver-white liquid the size of a bottle cap separated from the arm, penetrated into Stryker's skin, followed the blood vessels, and gathered into his brain.

"No, it's not that you play with you, you won't die, I'm for your own good."

The bastion said to himself in place like a madman: "This special mechanical biochemical virus can hide your whereabouts, so that the mutants cannot use the mutant ability to search for you, and can prevent the mentally capable people from snooping and controlling your thought."

"I am not a spiritual person, nor can I read your heart, but I can monitor your thinking through this mechanical biochemical virus."

"Don't be angry, this is a necessary means to prevent you from possible betrayal."

'Beep!Beep!'...

"Mom messing with Fak!"

Hearing the warning from the alarm device nearby, Stryker hurriedly walked to the console next to him, browsed the information on it, frowned, and said solemnly: "You still have a companion? Cameron Hodge's base Was attacked."

"No, it's not me."

A data cable stretched out from behind and connected to the USB port in front. After analyzing the picture from the base over there, the bastion said indifferently: "It is the X-Men and the others, and there is a superhero I have never seen before."

"Didn't you say that you are specifically here to eliminate mutants?"

With blinking eyes, Stryker tentatively said: "The opportunity to show has arrived."

"I reject."

Browsing the winning percentage calculated by the intelligent system, the bastion decided to go ahead: "We need to hibernate, buy time to build a tower, collect more information by the way, and find our ultimate goal."

"Hope Summers!"

………………

Fifteen minutes ago, in an underground base in Ocala County, Florida.

"Sir Hodge, the second team has lost contact for 15 minutes."

Hearing the report from the adjutant next to him, a white middle-aged man with round-frame glasses and golden curly hair sank: "Where is Hunter X?"

"The life signal of Predator X was lost 14 minutes ago."

"not good!"

With a frightened heart, Hodge said uneasy: "Let the base enter the highest security state, and then evacuate!"