The God of Injustice in Marvel

Stryker, who was slumped on the ground, fired directly at the thing. He continued to pull the trigger unconsciously until all the bullets in the pistol were exhausted.

Just smoke and dust.

If he hadn't still had the pistol in his hand, the wound on his leg from the bullet that bounced off the door would have been so real that Stryker even suspected that what he was experiencing was an hallucination.

Everything just now was actually just a false dream made up by his mutant son, whether it was the hole in the door or the weird head that spoke just now, including the corpses on the ground, the blood!

Even Wolverine who was chasing him on the rooftop just now!

Everything is just a false dream.

wrong……

wrong!!

Holding the still hot gun in his hand, he gritted his teeth and stood up on one leg. Stryker was convinced that his mutant son would never have such an ability.

Neither the distance nor the injury on his head is enough to give him such ability!

so……

The head that turned into white smoke...

What's going on?

Are they also...mutants?!

The Lady of Death is not here, which means there is more than one enemy!

Then, my own son in the door...

Throwing away the pistol with no bullets in his hand, Stryker picked up a semi-automatic from the ground. He mustered up the courage again and pointed the gun at the big hole. Stryker was thinking about whether to open the iron door and go in to figure out the problem.

.

"It would be better if he died, but if by any chance he is still alive..."

This is a problem he has to face. His son is not only the source of his pain, but also the biggest contributor to his current reputation, and also his most fatal weakness.

If he runs away today, but his son survives, then his plan to fool the superiors and secretly control the White House's X plan will inevitably be exposed. At that time, he will really be finished!

Stryker can accept death, but he cannot accept death with nothing.

But what if there are other people besides his son inside?!

Is the guy who stuck his head out just now not dead, but waiting in the house, guarding himself...

Probably not! Otherwise, he must have a reason to stay in the house.

Stryker regretted again why he kept his stupid son in such a big room!

Otherwise, just insert the muzzle of the gun and fire all at once, and all problems will be solved!

He turned his head again and glanced at the passages on both sides. Wolverine was not chasing him, and Death Girl also did not appear...

his!

Bet!!

After pressing the password, the sound of the mechanism popping up appeared, and the door opened.

Leaning against the wall next to the door, Stryker waited for two seconds, but there was no movement.

Holding the gun and pressing the muzzle against the door edge, Stryker walked into the house anxiously.

……………………

It was dark, but Stryker didn't dare to turn on the light, as that would only expose himself to possible enemies.

With his back against the wall, he moved in small steps, and the muzzle of the gun moved from time to time. Stryker was waiting for his eyes to adapt to the darkness, and then he would be able to...

Um?

like……

He violently moved his gun and pointed it at the door. There... there was a person standing there!!

"Dude, what are you looking for?"

I pressed the switch and the light came on!

Stryker saw the person at the door and the familiar face he had just seen!

He subconsciously pulled the trigger, bullets flew down, and the guy was beaten into... a puff of white smoke!

His heartbeat was beating like never before, and Stryker panicked and pointed his gun in all directions where someone might appear.

No one.

There is no one.

He must be a changed employee, he must be a mutant!

Did I kill him?

No!

Did I hit him?

Stryker was in chaos.

"Calm down, calm down!"

After adjusting his breathing and heartbeat, Stryker knew that he had no time to worry about so much. This was not what he entered the room for. Now he just wanted to confirm whether his son was still alive.

Using a gun to open the layers of isolation tape and white and blue curtains, Stryker finally saw his son.

It was already a headless corpse.

………………

Stryker didn't know what mood he was in now, or what kind of mood he should be in.

Relax?

Excited?

sad?

The thrill of revenge?

There seems to be none.

I just feel that my heart feels a lot lighter and a lot empty.

Silently, he retracted the muzzle of his gun, put down the open curtain, stared at the blue curtain absently for a while, rubbed his eyes, remembered the fact that he was still being hunted, sighed slightly, and turned around.

To leave.

When he turned around, two people with various ink stains on their faces were standing behind him, watching him silently. They had been standing behind him for who knows how long.

"...Uh ah..."

His heartbeat stopped for a moment, and Stryker fainted.

Before he fainted, he seemed to hear the two men saying: Save him, save him! Don't let him die so easily!

…

Someone pushed his body, someone slapped his face. After a burst of pain, Stryker opened his eyes in confusion.

"Are you awake?"

He saw a face with moving ink.

"Congratulations! You are already a beautiful girl!"

What!!!!!

He woke up instantly! Stryker looked at his lower body covered in blood and saw the gun in his hand. He grabbed it and fired, then screamed and stumbled out.

"Why is he so excited?"

"have no idea."

The two clones are still discussing this issue.

"You didn't sew him up?"

"How is that possible? If you don't talk too much, he won't even know that he's missing two ounces of meat. This is a painless surgery!"

Looking around, a clone said: "Then what are we doing now? There are not even any living people left, let alone the patients."

"What else can I do?"

Another clone pinched his hand and said: "I'm back~"

After saying that, he took the initiative to release his body. When the other clone saw this, he did not hesitate at all, held his handprints, and released himself.

………………

Stryker, wearing only a pair of underpants, kept chanting as he ran: "Fake, fake, fake, fake, they are all deceptive. They can't deceive me..."

But he never had the courage to take a look for himself.

He could only run away quickly with his legs covered in blood.

But……

Why is that ink-faced man everywhere?!

Passage entrance!

engine room!

Data room!

Medical room!

There was even one standing there at the intersection back upstairs!!

"...Liar...Liar!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

He picked up the gun and shot around randomly, not caring about what he hit. When he ran out of bullets, he threw the gun away and ran towards the main entrance of the first floor like a madman.

When I finally ran to the door, there was also a man with ink stains here.

It's just that this one seems different from the others. This one...

His whole body was covered in blood, and he was still shouting ouch.

"Um?"

Leon, who was leaning against the front door, looked at Stryker in front of him. Unexpectedly, his clone and Uncle Wolf could really resist killing him and actually blocked the person here.

Wonderful!

"Who are you looking for, me?"

Stryker looked at Leon desperately, his mouth moving, unable to say a word.

"Not looking for me? Oh, then you must be looking for her!"

Leon stood up and gave up his position. Stryker followed Leon's finger and looked over.

On the ground is none other than the Death Woman.

However, the Lady of Death, whose chest and neck were filled with knives and daggers, has now truly become a veritable Lady of Death.