The Unrighteous God In Marvel

　　 Stryker, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, fired directly at the thing, until the bullets in the pistol were all shot, and he unconsciously pulled the trigger.

　　 There is only smoke and dust.

　　 If it weren't for the pistol in his hand, the wound on the leg hit by the bullet bounced from the door would be so real that Stryker even suspected that he was experiencing an illusion.

　　 Everything just now is actually just a fake dream made up by his mutant son, whether it's the hole in the door or the weird head that just talked, including the corpses and blood on the ground!

　　 Even the Wolverine who chased him on the roof just now!

　　 Everything is just a false dream.

　　 Not right...

　　 Not right! !

　　 squeezed some hot guns in his hands, and stood up on one leg with his teeth gritted. Stryker was convinced that his mutant son would never have such abilities.

　　 Neither the distance nor the injuries on his head are enough for him to have such an ability!

so……

　　 The head that turned into white smoke...

what's going on?

　　 is also... a mutant? !

　　The dead girl is not here, that is to say, there is more than one enemy!

　　 That, 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, once again gathered up the courage, pointed the gun at the big hole, Stryker thought whether to open the iron door and go in to figure out the problem. .

　　 "It's okay if he is dead, but in case he is still alive..."

　　 This is the problem he has to face. His son is not only the source of his pain, but also the biggest hero he is currently favored, and even his most fatal weakness.

　　 If he ran away today, but his son survived, then he fooled the top and secretly controlled the White House’s X plan will inevitably be exposed. At that time, he would really be over!

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

　　 What if there are other people besides my son? !

　　Is the guy who stuck his head out just now, didn't he die, but waited in the house, guarding himself...

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

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

　　 Otherwise, the muzzle sticks in and all the problems are solved with a burst of fire!

　　 turned his head and glanced at the aisles on both sides again, Wolverine did not chase, nor did the dead woman appear...

his!

　　 gambled! !

　　 Pressing the password, the sound of the machine frame popping up, the door opened.

　　 Leaning on the wall next to the door, Stryker waited for two seconds, nothing happened.

　　 With the gun in his hand, against the edge of the door with the muzzle, Stryker walked into the room nervously.

　　……………………

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

　　 is against the wall behind, moving in small steps, and the muzzle is moving from time to time. Stryker is waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, then he can...

Um?

like……

　　 violently moved the muzzle and pointed at the door, over there...someone was standing there! !

　　 "Man, what are you looking for?"

　　 Pressed the switch casually, and the light was bright!

　　 Stryker saw the man at the door, and that familiar face that I had just seen!

　　 pulled the trigger subconsciously, the bullets flew down, that guy was beaten into...a piece of white smoke!

　　 His heartbeat was unprecedentedly violent, and Stryker panicked and pointed his gun in all directions where people might appear.

nobody.

　　 There is no one.

　　 is to change the employment, it must be a mutant!

　　 Did I kill him?

Do not!

　　 Did I hit him?

　　 Stryker is in chaos.

"calm down!"

　　 After adjusting his breathing and heartbeat, Stryker knew that he didn't have time to watch that much. He went into this room by himself. It was not for this originally. He just wanted to confirm whether his son was still alive.

　　 With a gun, I opened the layers of isolation belts and the white, blue curtains. In the end, Stryker finally saw his son.

　　 That is already a headless corpse.

　　………………

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

relax?

Excited?

　　 Sad?

　　 The pleasure of getting revenge?

　　 doesn't seem to be there.

　　 I just feel that I feel a lot lighter, and I feel a lot more empty.

Silently retracted the muzzle, put down the opened curtain, stared at the blue curtain blankly for a while, rubbing his eyes, Stryker remembered the fact that he was still being chased, and sighed slightly before he turned around. Want to leave.

　　 When he turned his head, two people with various ink stains on their faces were standing behind him, watching him silently, not knowing how long they had stood behind him.

　　 "...erh..."

　　 There was a sudden stop of heartbeat, and Stryker fainted.

　　 Before he fainted, he seemed to hear those two people say: Save him, save him! Don't let him die so easily!

　　……

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

"you're awake?"

　　 He saw a face that was swimming in ink.

　　 "Congratulations! You are already a beautiful girl!"

Varied! ! ! ! NS! ! ! ! !

　　 wake up instantly! Stryker looked at his lower body full of blood, and saw the gun beside him. He grabbed a burst of fire, then screamed, stumbled and ran out.

　　 "What is he doing so excited?"

"do not know."

　　 The two clones are still discussing this issue.

　　 "You didn't sew him well?"

　　 "How is it possible! If you don't talk too much, he doesn't even know that he is missing two or two pieces of meat. This is a painless operation!"

　　 Looking around, a avatar said: "Then what are we doing now, let alone the patient, there is not even a living person."

　　 "What else can I do."

　　The other clone pinched his handprints: "Return~"

　　 said, he took the initiative to lift the body. Seeing this, the other avatar did not hesitate at all, and squeezed his fingerprints to relieve himself.

　　………………

　　 Stryker, who was wearing only a pair of pants, ran and kept saying: "Fake, fake, fake, fake are all lie, they can't lie to me..."

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

　　 can only run away quickly with two legs full of blood.

But……

　　 How come there are that black-faced man everywhere! !

　　 Channel mouth!

　　Computer room!

　　 Reference room!

Medical room!

　　 There was even one standing at the intersection upstairs! !

　　 "...deceptive...deceptive!"

　　 "Ah ah!!!"

　　 picked up the gun and ran around ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter what he hit, he threw the gun when he had no bullets, and ran to the main entrance on the first floor like a lunatic.

　　 After finally running to the door, there is also an ink man here.

　　 However, this one seems to be different from the others, this one...

　　 There was blood all over, and he yelled.

"Um?"

　　 Lyon, who was sitting at the front door, looked at Stryker in front of him. Unexpectedly, his clone and Uncle Wolf could really hold back not killing him, and actually blocked people here.

　　 Wonderful!

　　 "Who are you looking for, me?"

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

　　 "Isn't it looking for me? Oh, then you must be looking for her!"

　　 Leon got up, gave up his position, and Stryker followed Leon's finger and looked at it.

　　On the ground, it is the dead woman.

　　 It's just that the dead woman with knives and daggers in her chest and neck has now truly become a dead woman worthy of the name.

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