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Chapter 957 Once upon a time, there was a Russian country bumpkin.

The Terrigen Mist, the Deadpool Legion's reinforcements, Weapon X and Weapon VI, and support from Nimrod—these are the very things Stryker relies on to dare to wage war against Magneto. It can be said that, apart from the Scarlet Witch who can directly alter reality, Stryker is confident that his army can instantly destroy all of Magneto's forces.

Everything seemed to be going to be as it should be, until this man appeared. Rasputin stood in front of him in a sharp suit, with only one black bodyguard behind him, who was completely covered in various tactical gear.

Looking at the bodyguard, Stryker felt a strange sense of fear, but he then gave a cold laugh to bolster his courage: "Looks like you're not afraid of Nimrod, even if he really did complete a purge of mutants?!"

"A purge of mutants—it sounds incredibly glorious. But you seem to have forgotten that in this world, all worlds originated from fragments of a destroyed universe. In other words, the saviors you think of, the Crusaders, actually come from a loser. And you still treasure him; how pathetic."

Rasputin shook his head violently as he spoke, then continued to smile at Stryker. As an excellent anti-mutant warrior, Stryker had undoubtedly chosen to transform himself into a mutant hunter. His limbs and other organs had been reinforced with indestructible true adamantium to ensure his combat capabilities.

But Rasputin just smiled and didn't seem to intend to do anything to him.

Stryker turned and ran, activating the bunker's defenses in the process. A barrage of automated defensive weapons emerged from all directions, surrounding the two men and unleashing a devastating barrage.

Stryker didn't believe they were dead. This enigmatic Mr. Rasputin undoubtedly had other plans. He immediately ordered his human soldiers: "Everyone, eliminate the two intruders in the base! Forget about the X-Avengers, they'll be dealt with by others. Yes! That's right, eliminate both of them! What the hell is that sound?!"

Stryker roared as he gave the order over the communicator because a song had started playing over the entire underground bunker's loudspeakers. The song sounded unusually cheerful, and Stryker was absolutely certain that he had never heard it before, nor could it possibly be playing on the base's loudspeakers.

Meanwhile, Mr. Rasputin, having heard the song, dumped the cake on the ground. The cake, along with the various cannonballs that had been suspended in mid-air, fell instantly to the ground. Then, while chewing the remaining cake in his mouth, he began to grind the cake on the ground with his expensive leather shoes. Afterward, he looked at his heavily armed bodyguard: "Why didn't you go and capture that guy? Or let him summon Nimrod, I'd love to see that."

The bodyguards quickly left, while Rasputin himself began to sway wildly to the music, tossing his long, flowing hair. As the intro to the song was about to finish, the soldiers of the human resistance, fully armed, finally arrived on both sides of the corridor. The commander leading the group immediately gave the order, pointing his weapons at Rasputin: "Fire!"

Just then, the music playing over the base's loudspeaker transitioned into a vocal part. Rasputin crouched down, and amidst a hail of bullets, he braced his hands on his bent knees and began to convulse, shaking his shoulders.

Long ago, there lived a Russian country bumpkin.

Rasputin became a blur as the bullet pierced through the space around him and struck a soldier on the other side.

He then leaped backward, freezing all the bullets still in flight. With a clap of his hands, all the bullets changed direction and precisely pierced the shooter's head.

The survivors, witnessing this, began shouting, "He's Magneto! He's Magneto! Get the carbon fiber ammunition!"

But Rasputin's performance wasn't over yet. The song had reached its chorus, and as the lyrics sang cheerfully, "La! La! Rasputin!", he bent down and reached out his hand to the soldiers. The soldiers' eyes instantly cleared, and they took out their pistols, put them in their mouths, and fired.

The soldiers who followed simply brought out 122mm infantry guns and entered the corridor. They were equipped with telepathic defense devices and, together with the specially made infantry guns that contained no metal materials, prepared to launch an attack on Rasputin. However, Rasputin's eyes emitted intense red shockwaves that slammed them, along with the guns, against the wall and blasted them into pieces.

The poor soldiers who rushed in were almost all wiped out by icicles that emerged from all directions on the walls before they could even get close. He danced merrily to the song "Rasputin," annihilating them all.

The song stops at this point, and the last line of the lyrics is "Oh, that Russian."

After the song ended, Rasputin looked at the cake knife in his hand and sighed. No one rushed to his side to let him demonstrate his knife skills. Just as he brushed his long hair aside, he saw his bodyguard arrive with Stryker. Stryker looked at the bodyguard with disbelief, then at Rasputin.

"You cloned my Weapon No. 8?!"

"A clone? Yeah, it is, but not your Weapon No. 8. That's ridiculous, such precious DNA..."

You're using it for a weapons expansion project? That's a complete waste! You have no idea what amazing achievements he made—that Spider-Man from Minecraft!

Rasputin remarked, then smiled: "Fortunately, they're coming soon, so you might have a chance to meet them. Oh, no, you won't."

Because Stryker had already activated the coordinate signal in his prosthetic body, the Nimrod Sentinel then descended here. He stood up and looked around.

Rasputin smiled and waved at him, and then, to Stryker's bewilderment, the Nimrod sentry lifted his head and hoisted him up.

"Mutants are a matter of biology, not theology, Colonel William Stryker. Haven't you ever considered, from a biological perspective, that if someone is a mutant, their genes might come from their father?"

"You are the potential mutant with the X gene, my friend. You are the one who will be eliminated by Nimrod."