The Gu-Training Stryker

"We can’t let this continue. More and more Mutants are joining that Martial Arts School. If this goes on, the Mutants will only grow stronger, and the threat they pose will become greater and greater," Colonel Stryker roared.

"What do you plan to do, then? Send troops to capture those Mutants?" General Talbot asked from behind his desk.

"Why not?" Stryker shot back.

"Because we have to consider Zhan Liu’s reaction. He’s an outsider from another world and doesn’t care about the Mutants."

"Those Mutants are all terrorists. Do we need to worry about other people’s opinions when we’re arresting terrorists?" Stryker’s dissatisfaction with the military’s weakness grew more intense.

"Do you think Professor X is a fool? Every child who dares to go there to study under a master has a spotless background and no criminal record."

"They can have criminal records!" Stryker said pointedly.

"Don’t bring forged evidence out to make a fool of yourself. Professor X has been keeping a close eye on that place. If he wants to find clues, he’ll definitely be able to. You understand what I mean."

"Damn Mutants! They’re all monsters!" Stryker spun around in place. "Why don’t we force Zhan Liu to drive all the Mutants away?"

"Do you think we haven’t tried?" Talbot glared at him impatiently. "We’ve tried threats and inducements, but he refuses to yield to either. He killed all the dozen or so police officers we sent to test the waters right on the spot. He’s someone who has no reverence for the law whatsoever. Unless we go to war, none of our little tricks will work."

"Then let’s go to war! He killed so many police officers. If we spread the news, no one in the entire Federation will dare protect him!" Stryker cried out excitedly, overjoyed.

"You think I don’t want to?" Talbot roared as well. "But many organizations have sent people to study under him. Before they obtain what they want, no one can make a move against Zhan Liu! Pull one thread and the whole fabric moves. The military can’t act recklessly!"

"Damn politics!" Stryker angrily slapped the desk. "How long am I supposed to wait?"

"Until every organization has someone who reaches the Magnetic Field Rotation Realm. By then, Zhan Liu will be useless." A vicious glint appeared in Talbot’s eyes, and murderous intent radiated from him.

"Good. When the time comes, I can send people to act alongside you!" Stryker volunteered.

"You? Forget it!" Talbot glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Your Mutant subordinates are already completely outdated. You’d better first find out how high the combat power of Magnetic Field Rotation really is, then make your decision."

After leaving the Pentagon, Stryker went around with a grim expression, visiting several old friends and obtaining video footage of Peter’s weapons test that day.

After watching all the footage, along with the expert evaluations attached at the end, Stryker fell silent.

He was deeply shocked by the power Peter had displayed. It was simply far beyond his imagination.

He coveted this power as well, but he had no way to send people to study it like the other organizations.

That was because his capable subordinates were all brainwashed Mutants. Someone like Deathstrike, for instance, might well lose control once she left his side.

Although he also had some ordinary soldiers under his command, their quality was nowhere near that of the elites selected by those major organizations.

More importantly, he didn’t have that much time.

People from the various organizations had already reached the threshold of Magnetic Field Rotation. What they lacked now was perhaps only a burst of potential in battles to the death.

If he still didn’t have enough manpower after the various sides achieved their goals, he would have no way to participate in the purge that was about to take place.

He regretted that his intelligence efforts had leaned too heavily toward the Mutants, causing him to overlook this Martial Arts School.

If he had found out sooner and sent people to steal the school’s secrets like the other organizations, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a passive position.

Such powerful force was perfect for exterminating Mutants.

But it was too late to say anything now. There was no medicine for regret in this world.

He carefully studied the relevant intelligence and finally found a stopgap measure.

More and more people were now successfully entering the Current Drive Realm. The entry-level disciples, once rare and highly coveted, had become common as dirt, and fewer organizations were competing for them.

After all, any organization with even a little sense had already cultivated some disciples of its own at the Current Drive level. There was no longer any need to recruit from among ordinary people.

Only people like Stryker, who had missed the best opportunity and failed to send anyone over, still needed to recruit from among ordinary people.

This time, Stryker went all out. He personally approved a large sum of funding and bought up every entry-level disciple in the Martial Arts School who had yet to sign with an organization.

With this group of entry-level disciples from ordinary backgrounds, his strength underwent an earth-shaking transformation.

Stryker was a ruthless man. He was ruthless toward himself, ruthless toward his son, and even more ruthless toward outsiders.

He could turn his own son, Mastermind, into a tool. He could modify Wolverine and Deathstrike. Naturally, he would show no mercy to this group of newly recruited subordinates.

Controlling No. 143, who had been transformed from Mastermind, he dealt ruthlessly with these new subordinates.

First, he mixed various hypnotic drugs into their food. Then, under the pretext of military training, he made them fight one another. After that, he used illusions to sow discord among them, widening the rifts and hatred between them.

Small frictions became conflicts, and conflicts became major clashes.

First came verbal disputes, then mutual abuse, which escalated into open hostility and eventually turned into physical confrontation.

Although all these people were in the Current Drive Realm and possessed formidable combat power, they had all come from ordinary backgrounds and had no experience whatsoever. Stryker easily manipulated them as if they were puppets in his hands.

More than a dozen disciples in the Current Drive Realm engaged in endless battles with one another every day, deliberately provoked by Stryker.

At first, everyone still exercised some restraint. After all, they had all come from ordinary backgrounds and had never killed anyone. Once they knocked down an opponent, they would taunt and mock them a few times before returning triumphantly.

But under the influence of drugs and illusion manipulation, everyone gradually lost control.

After the first person died, everyone went mad.

A huge desert base was reduced to ruins by a group of brawling little Supermen.

After one-third of them had been killed, the survivors finally regained their composure.

Although the process had been extremely brutal, the result was excellent.

All ten survivors successfully entered the Magnetic Field Rotation Realm.

Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Stryker flew into a rage, gave the survivors a thorough tongue-lashing, and threatened them that if they didn’t want to face a military tribunal and be executed by firing squad, they had no choice but to obey his orders.

These ordinary people had no idea how powerful they actually were. Stryker easily seized control of them, turning them into his obedient attack dogs.

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