Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

William Stryker frowned tightly on the other end of the phone.

In fact, he chose the route through New York this time because he wanted to take advantage of Fisk.

After all, after the previous hijacking, he no longer dared to use airplanes for transportation.

To Magneto, a steel airplane is no different from a large gift box.

It would be slightly safer to walk on the ground.

But it's only a little bit safer.

Fortunately, the transportation distance this time is not very long.

And strict confidentiality measures were taken.

However, judging from the current situation, the news has leaked out after all.

"Mr. Fisk, Plan X is a plan approved by the President of the United States. General Ross also knows about this plan and voted in favor of it..."

“Then ask General Ross to call me.

I saved your people.

You should pay.

Especially on my territory." Fisk said, and crushed the headset with a light force of his fingers, then looked at the guns pointed at him, and said, "I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight, otherwise don't leave." Fisk ignored them and walked towards the truck lying on the ground not far away.

Gwen looked at Fisk with some fear.

Quietly preparing to slip away.

But before he could take a step forward, his entire body was suspended in the air, and the next second he was pulled to Fisk's side.

Fisk glanced at her lightly, reached out and tapped her masked head gently: "Go home and wait for me, I'll come to find you later. If I find out that you haven't come home, you're done." Gwen was a little depressed, lowered her head, and looked extremely lost, but still nodded obediently.

Fisk watched Gwen leave and walked to the front of the van.

The entire truck has been specially reinforced, and under the moonlight, the black cabin reflects a cold light.

The light was like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, with a mysterious and solid texture.

The surface of the carriage seems to be covered with an indestructible armor, and every line reveals a rigorous design and strong protective capabilities. The moonlight shines on it, outlining a tough outline, which makes people sigh at its exquisite craftsmanship.

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the truck carefully.

He could feel the mysterious atmosphere hidden in the carriage, a force that made people curious and alert. He reached out and gently touched the surface of the carriage, and a cold touch came from his fingertips.

"Little Fisk, I can feel that there are living people in the carriage." Sister Maria walked to his side and looked at the carriage lying on the ground in front of her. There was something strange in her tone - "Is this a mobile prison?"

"It should be the mutants who are imprisoned." Fisk nodded gently, grasped the edge with his hand, and then pulled it upwards violently. The specially reinforced steel plywood of the carriage that even heavy machine guns could not penetrate was torn to pieces.

The sharp sound of metal tearing resounded through the night sky, and fragments flew all around, flashing cold light in the moonlight.

Inside the carriage, the red alarm lights kept flashing in front of my eyes, casting a strange and tense light. Each small cell was like a steel cage, exuding a cold and oppressive atmosphere.

Fisk stood in front of the torn open carriage, his eyes slowly sweeping over the mutants inside.

In the cell where the clone was, he sat quietly in the corner. His face was ordinary but he had a pair of smart eyes, as if he could see everything around him at any time. His hair was a little messy, and in the dim light, a few unruly strands of hair could be faintly seen. Whenever he wanted to clone himself, a layer of faint halo would appear around his body, and then, as if a mirror was broken, one after another, figures exactly like him walked out of his original body, dazzling people. On the cage in front of him, the introduction clearly read: "The clone has the ability to clone himself infinitely. He can create multiple selves in an instant to fight or confuse the enemy. He is afraid of strong light."

The magma man is tall and sturdy, and red magma flows slowly on his body, as if he is a living creature.

His face was like a rock scorched by flames, rough and resolute. Wherever the magma flowed, it would leave a faint black smoke, as if he was an active volcano that could erupt at any time. The introduction in front of him read: "Magma Man, his body is made of hot magma, he has powerful destructive power and high-temperature attack capabilities, and is afraid of low temperatures."

The other mutants also have their own strengths. One mutant has a strange blue skin, covered with mysterious patterns, like an ancient totem. His eyes are deep purple, as if he can see through people's souls.

He stood there silently, exuding a mysterious aura. The introduction on his cage read: "Blue-skinned man, his skin contains mysterious power and can release unknown energy." There was also a mutant with huge wings, and his feathers shone with a metallic luster. Whenever he flapped his wings slightly, a breeze would blow through the car. The introduction read: "Winged man, with huge wings, can fly freely in the air."

The blonde woman who was locked in the innermost room sat there gracefully, holding an Agatha Christie suspense novel in her hand, flipping through it. She had long golden hair as bright as the sun, draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were clear blue, like a deep lake, making people feel immersed in them at a glance.

Her lips were slightly raised with a faint smile, and even in difficult situations, she still exuded an elegant and calm temperament. She was wearing simple white clothes, which only highlighted her beauty and purity. On the cage in front of her, the introduction was concise and mysterious: "Mystique, extremely dangerous."

On her slender neck, a conspicuous remote-controlled bomb was tightly entangled, and the flashing indicator light seemed to silently warn everyone of its danger. However, Mystique seemed unaware and continued to leisurely flip through the novel in her hand, as if the bomb was just an insignificant decoration.

"Hey, who are you!"

Just as Fisk was looking at Mystique.

An impolite voice came from the cell next door.

"I'm talking to you, let me out right now!"

Just as Fisk was looking at Mystique, an impolite voice came from the cell next door.

He is a mutant with the ability to petrify. His body is covered with tattoos. Those tattoos are like mysterious and wild totems, as if telling of his unruly past and wild power. His eyes are fierce and hateful, and those eyes burning with the flames of anger seem to be able to burn everything to ashes. He yelled at Fisk, his voice full of provocation and arrogance. The heavy chains tightly bound his body, and as he struggled, there were dull thumping sounds, and each sound seemed to be telling of his desire for freedom and his dissatisfaction with bondage.

Fisk glanced at him, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. That coldness was like polar ice, which could instantly freeze a person's blood. He suddenly pulled open his cage, his movements were quick and decisive, without any hesitation.

A smile just appeared on this mutant's head.

But the next second, Fisk's hand grabbed the mutant's head like an iron clamp, and began to squeeze it hard.

The mutant screamed, the sound seemed to penetrate the human soul, and his body turned to stone in an instant, trying to resist Fisk's power.

However, all this was in vain. His body couldn't help but tremble violently, and he struggled, but it was useless. Fisk's power was like an unstoppable torrent, and the strong pressure was suffocating.

The heads were crushed alive. Those seemingly stone-like heads turned into flesh and blood in the blink of an eye, splattering everywhere. It looked extremely bloody and cruel.

This scene made most of the prisoners narrow their eyes, and fear surged in their hearts. They looked at Fisk as if they were looking at a demon from hell. The cold and ruthless means and the power that was so strong that it made people despair made them tremble with fear. The atmosphere in the car suddenly became solemn and depressing. The red alarm light flashed more rapidly in this bloody scene, and the frequency of the flashing seemed to tremble with this cruel killing. Every flash seemed to remind everyone of the danger and terror of Fisk. Fisk slowly let go of his hand and let the mutant's body fall to the ground. His eyes were still indifferent, as if his previous behavior was just a trivial matter.

He turned his gaze to Mystique again.

The tone was calm but extremely serious.

"Well, from this moment on, you are all my trophies, so being obedient is your only choice." He walked to Mystique's cell.

"Novel, is it good?"

"Not bad." Mystique put down the novel in her hand and looked up at Fisk. There was no fear in her eyes, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"What's up?"

"Yes, please, turn into a Monroe for me.

I wonder how beautiful she is?"

Chapter 183 Gwen's Growth

"General, he took all the mutants away."

“Those are criminals!”

"And, they are all the main researchers of the machine...project."

"Especially, that woman!" William Stryker's tone became more and more excited as he spoke.

No wonder he was so excited.

William Stryker went to great lengths to capture Mystique.

From the moment he decided to capture Mystique, Stryker seemed to have embarked on a difficult road full of thorns.

It's not that hard to catch Wolverine and Deadpool who have self-healing abilities.

Mystique's ever-changing abilities make her as elusive as a ghost.

Stryker mobilized a large amount of manpower and material resources to organize an elite special forces.

In major cities across the United States and even the world, we are constantly tracking the clues she left behind.

However, Mystique always manages to cleverly evade pursuit at critical moments.

Until recently, he had only succeeded once.

William Stryker has been looking for a way to destroy mutants.

He once wanted to achieve it through his own efforts.

To this end, he even transformed his own son into a weapon.

But later he discovered that the best way to eradicate mutants was to rely on mutants.

William Stryker devised several plans.

It’s a pity that they have all gone bankrupt one by one over the years.

Now, there are only two plans left.

Plan One is Plan Zero.

Another plan is the machine imitator plan based on Mystique.

William Stryker told others that he was a major general, but he was actually a brigadier general.

Although he has always been supported by successive presidents.

He also received a special allowance from the Ministry of National Defense, allowing him to work freely.

But in fact, his military rank was still only a brigadier general.

Because, although he has a lot of experience in dealing with mutants.

However, William Stryker's background is not strong.

More importantly, the military is very wary of William Stryker, an officer who controls his own special forces.

In the eyes of those senior generals, Stryker is like an unstable bomb that may cause unpredictable consequences at any time.

His special forces operated in secrecy and were not subject to the normal military command structure, which made other officers uneasy.

They were worried that Stryker's power was too great and would pose a threat to the order and stability of the entire military.

In addition, the trust of presidents is also a challenge to the authority of senior military officials.

Once there was a president who wanted to challenge the military.

As a result, his imagination was successfully opened up.

Senior generals who are close to the president are often labeled as traitors. This is why Stryker, who has enough experience, still cannot be promoted.

However, Stryker never cared.

Every president agrees with his plan.

So, what if I can’t get promoted in military rank?

Just revenge is enough.