Marvel's Explosive Fruit

Stryker shook his still dizzy head and looked at his surroundings. .shung

This is an abandoned warehouse, filled with all kinds of messy things. There is a thick layer of dust on it, and the dim lights flicker on and off.

"This is a place I found temporarily. It's in the wilderness and the conditions are limited. I'm sorry." Seeing Stryker wake up, Rhaegar said.

"William Stryker, let me introduce myself formally. My name is Rhaegar."

Although he was tied to a chair by Rhaegar, Stryker remained very calm. He had participated in countless wars and had been captured by the enemy, so he was no stranger to this kind of thing, but he always succeeded. Escape and then inflict violent revenge on the enemy.

He raised his head and instead of stupidly asking who the other party was, he asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"As expected of Stryker, his mental quality is really strong." Rhaegar praised, "It's a pity that you can't give me what I want, at least you won't give it to me willingly."

Rhaegar said as he walked behind Stryker.

Stryker felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, but he still tried his best to remain calm and asked, "What do you want?"

Rhaegar leaned down and whispered in Stryker's ear, "Your loyalty."

Stryker's expression changed greatly when he heard this. Of course he knew what it meant. There are many ways to gain a person's loyalty, but what Rhaegar said was definitely not a legitimate way.

He himself has also gained the "loyalty" of many mutants, all in direct and violent ways. Based on his thinking, he can naturally imagine that Rhaegar will also gain his "loyalty" in this way.

Stryker began to struggle violently, trying his best to break free from the rope that bound him, but it was useless. Instead, he fell to the ground together with the chair.

"Looks like you've guessed it."

Rhaegar chuckled, then took out the syringe from his pocket and pulled off the plastic cover.

Seeing this, Stryker struggled even more fiercely, and even couldn't help but scream, with both anger and fear.

Rhaegar pulled up his chair and punched Stryker, causing his head to buzz.

Then he held Stryker's neck with his left hand, held the syringe with his right hand, aimed it at the opponent's cervical spine, and gently instilled a few drops of the liquid in it.

Like cold water touching a hot iron plate, as soon as the few drops of liquid touched Stryker's neck, there was a sizzling sound.

After touching the skin, the liquid spread out in all directions, forming a regular circle, and then penetrated into Stryker's body.

Stryker's struggles became smaller and smaller until he relaxed completely.

It really worked.

Rhaegar put away the syringe and carefully observed Stryker who was slumped in the chair.

Stryker's eyes were distracted, his expression was dazed, and he had completely lost the desire to resist.

Rhaegar nodded with satisfaction.

He pulled up another chair and sat across from Stryker.

"Now, Colonel Stryker, it's time for us to talk about business." Rhaegar grinned and then asked.

"What's your name?"

"William Stryker."

"What's your son's name?"

"Jason Stryker."

"how heavy are you?"

"83 kilograms."

"What is your military rank?"

"Colonel."

"Who was that woman next to you just now?"

"She is a mutant. I transformed her and controlled her with potions, letting her serve as my personal bodyguard."

Rhaegar nodded, the situation looked good, and then continued to ask.

"What are you going to do when you leave the city?"

"I'm going to a secret base and have some plans to prepare."

"what's the plan?"

"Assassinate the President of the United States." Stryker replied mechanically.

Rega was stunned when he heard this. This guy was starting to plan this now, but he didn't care about it.

"Are you conducting experiments on mutant genes?"

"Yes."

"How is the result?"

"The success rate is not too high." Stryker replied dully.

Rhaegar's heart sank when he heard this.

"why?"

"The main problem is the perfusion of Edman metal. Many people cannot bear the pain and will die during the experiment."

Adamantium alloy is indeed a powerful weapon, but the physical requirements for the experimental subjects are very demanding. Even the saber-toothed tiger could not withstand such a painful process.

"What if Adamantium is not used?" Rega said in a somewhat anxious tone.

"If Adamantium is not injected, the success rate will be %."

As if he was touched by this, Stryker added another sentence, "But without Adamantium alloy, the value of the experimental object will be greatly reduced."

Hearing this, Rhaegar glanced at Stryker in surprise. This guy's obsession with Adamantium metal was really extraordinary.

"You don't need to worry about this." Rega waved his hand.

Stryker didn't speak, still looking blank.

"What if you are asked to fuse four genes?" Rega asked.

Hearing Rhaegar say this, a trace of surprise flashed across Stryker's dull face. Obviously, even in a controlled trance, he was still frightened by Rhaegar's plan.

"The four risks are too great, and the success rate will be very low." Stryker said.

Rhaegar's face looked a little ugly, although he had been mentally prepared.

"There was only one successful case back then, which was the fusion of three genes and the injection of Edman metal." Stryker continued, "Even with experience now, the success rate of fusion of four genes is estimated to be only %."

Rhaegar nodded, he knew who Stryker was talking about, Deadpool, Stryker's most successful work so far, a super killer weapon that combines laser eyes, teleportation, self-healing, and Adamantium alloy.

"What if there are three types?" Rega thought for a while and asked.

"There are about % probability of three types." Stryker replied.

Fifty percent, Lei Jia nodded secretly. This success rate is already good, and it is higher than he estimated.

Originally, I estimated that the probability was only %. After all, it was a fusion of three different mutant genes.

However, only Stryker can achieve a % success rate. He has been studying mutants and conducting experiments on them for many years, and has rich experience.

It would be difficult for any other person, let alone three types, even one type.

"What genes do you have there now?"

"Teleportation, self-healing, laser..." Stryker mentioned a lot of genes.

Rhaegar couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. Stryker's family is really rich and he still has so much savings.

"Whose self-healing factor is it?" Rhaegar asked.

"Wolverine, I got it back then."

"Will the effect weaken?" Rhaegar was very concerned about this.

"No, Wolverine's self-healing factor is very powerful and highly active." Stryker said.

Only then did Rhaegar remember that there was something else. Wolverine relied on this ability to survive for such a long time.

"Don't you have Iceman genes?" he continued to ask.

"No, there was no such person in the gene pool back then."

Rhaegar was a little disappointed when he heard this.

But the situation is not bad. Except for Iceman's genes, everything else is available. The next step is to find a way to get Iceman's genes.

It seemed that the only option was to go to the academy. Rhaegar nodded secretly.

After getting the result he wanted, he untied Stryker and took him out of the warehouse.