Victor walked in the cold snow. His black coat was very conspicuous in this white place. He carried a wooden box on his shoulder. It was as tall as a person, but it didn't seem to be too heavy because his expression was very relaxed.
"Awoooo!"
A wolf howl came from not far away. Victor raised his head in the wind and snow and saw a few gray haired wolves standing on the snow slope. He glanced at them. These beasts that could make ordinary people pee their pants were nothing more than puppies in his eyes. He didn't even bother to pay attention to them.
However, he didn't go forward to kill them. This deserted place was the territory of these beasts. Once a large wolf pack was attracted, it would be very troublesome … but it was only troublesome.
During World War II, the United States was isolated from the world war, but this didn't mean that its homeland was safe. In fact, the Nazis had more than one plan to invade the United States. Under such circumstances, the United States couldn't help but build secret military bases all over the country. Even in the neighboring country, Canada, there were military bases left behind by them.
These bases often stored huge amounts of war materials. Most of them were abandoned after the war, but some were still used during the Cold War to study some things that couldn't be exposed to the public. They even continued to be used until now.
Generally, the generals of the Department of National Defense were directly in charge of them. Even the ones that appeared on the president's desk were just some obscure codes. The nominal president of the country didn't know the specific content of these plans at all.
For example, "Weapon X" was the place Victor wanted to go. It was one of the secrets hidden under the surface of the world.
"Ding!"
The moment he stepped over an inconspicuous col, two mechanical sounds echoed in his ears. Victor curled his lips in disdain. It was the sound of automatic surveillance and counterattack weapons hidden in the surrounding snow. It was the sound of four combined Vulcan cannons, which were fully electronically monitored and operated. Automatic sentry towers like this were arranged in a circle outside the base.
If ordinary ground forces tried to enter this place, it would be impossible to advance quickly without suffering heavy casualties. The commander of this place, General Stryker, was the commander of the Special Operations Group during the Cold War. He had his own set of experience on how to protect himself.
Victor knew very well that these metal weapons that could be used for a massacre were placed here to buy time for the people in the base to evacuate at a critical moment. Once the research in this place was exposed, the people who would attack would definitely not be ordinary soldiers.
Facing those bad threats, these weapons can't give Stryker a sense of security.
He continued to move forward. In the depths of the forest that was made up of thick coniferous vegetation that was unique to Canada, there was a lake that was as beautiful as a mirror. The area of the lake was not large, and it was a branch of the Great Lakes. The amount of water stored in the lake was average, and there was a dam that blocked the water. Below the dam, there was a steel entrance that could withstand the explosion of a small nuclear bomb hidden in the snow. That was Victor's destination.
He carried the wooden box and stood on the flat surface of the dam. Behind him was the tranquil lake, as serene as the Goddess's Tear in the wilderness. It was definitely an absolute beauty hidden by nature, but under the cover of this beauty, it was a cruel place that made people feel the chill in their bones.
This was a secret base hidden under a thick layer of snow and solid soil. It was the experimental site of Weapon X, a secret project that had been going on for five years and had only recently surfaced.
"Click"
The heavy steel door was pulled open. Because of walking in the snow for a long time, Victor, whose clothes were frozen, walked into the warm base. It didn't take long for the ice cubes on his body to melt, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the ground.
He carried the wooden box on his shoulder and walked into the research room in the deepest part of the base. There were all kinds of doctors and scientists in full protective equipment. All kinds of mysterious facilities made this place look quite futuristic, like an alien laboratory.
However, he could still smell the faint smell of blood here. It seemed that an autopsy had just taken place here. It was really disgusting …
"Bang"
The wooden box was thrown on the ground, and a man in a light blue doctor's robe turned around. He saw Victor and nodded at him. Then, he set his eyes on the wooden box on the ground. He reached out and took off his gold-rimmed glasses. His gray hair and bright, hawk-like eyes represented his identity.
William Stryker, the highest-ranking officer of this base.
He bent down and opened the wooden box. Inside was a weak, frozen corpse. It was bald and had the typical characteristics of a Caucasian. It was thin and weak, but the muscles on its body were distinct. There were also some node marks drawn on the important bones of the body with black metal rings made of special materials.
It looked like a test product of a mad scientist. Stryker picked up a knife from the table next to him and cut the guy's skin fiercely. Blood flowed out, but in less than a second, the wound healed. He reached out and touched the rapidly disappearing scar on the corpse, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Is this Jax's final product? He actually made this kind of living specimen. It's really good! "
Stryker asked. Victor the saber-toothed tiger leaned against the steel wall. In this place where smoking was absolutely not allowed, he slowly lit a cigar and replied in his unique voice while puffing out smoke.
"No, that arrogant guy asked me to tell you that he has found a perfect sample. It will take about 2 months to perfectly activate the X gene in his body. He said that that is his real perfect work. This is just for you as a test subject. He calls it" Deadpool 1 "."
Victor flicked the ash off the cigarette, "By the way, he also asked you to transfer the experimental subject No. 13 to his side. He needs to do some damn drug experiments, and he also said that he wants a lot of money. It is said that he wants the perfect sample that he values, a guy named Wade Wilson, to conduct more important experiments."
"Wilson?"
Stryker frowned, "This name makes me have a bad memory … A mercenary who was rampant and suddenly disappeared … But forget it, if that greedy guy can really do it, money is secondary. Unfortunately, there is only one experimental subject No. 13. I can't give this" treasure "to him. That madman will only destroy him."
The powerful middle-aged general raised his head and looked at the saber-toothed tiger. He put on his glasses and whispered to the unruly mutant killer.
"Zero has already gone to hunt down the other traitors. Victor, haven't you always wanted to fight your brother?"
"Huh?"
The lazy saber-toothed tiger stood up straight at this moment. He put down the cigar in his hand and looked at Stryker with bright eyes. The latter nodded at him and smiled proudly.
"Yes, the time has come. We have smuggled enough adamantium from Wakanda, and there are only four types of matching abilities left in Weapon X, but we can use Logan to do an adaptation experiment in advance … I know what you want, take it!"
He threw a small data card over, and the saber-toothed tiger caught it in his hand. Stryker closed the wooden box on the ground and whispered.
"This is his place of seclusion. Victor, Silver Fox will help you. After you are done, you don't have to come back. Go directly to California and bring back the other three samples, and then your employment is over … I will give you what you need as agreed."
The saber-toothed tiger nodded. He turned and strode out, but he did not leave the base immediately. Instead, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and turned to walk into the mutant testing area on the left side of the base. Compared to the clean and tidy center of the base, the environment here was much worse. There were thick black cages on both sides, filled with captured mutants, most of them children.
Their eyes were shining with fear as they watched Victor walk over. Some of the children even hugged their bodies in fear. There were needle holes and cut marks on their arms. Obviously, Stryker did not invite them here as guests. They had no names here … only cold code names.
When Viktor saw the children, he couldn't help but think of the concentration camp that he and his younger brother had stayed in during the war. No, this place was even worse than the dark concentration camp. At least they wouldn't be dragged out for experiments every day. However, for an assassin, sympathy was a rare commodity. He could only lament that this was the fate of the weak.
The mutant society was deformed. After removing the veneer of civilization, it was more naked hunting and oppression. Professor X and Magneto had different ideas, but their purpose was the same. They wanted to build a complete mutant social system. Why would they have such an idea?
It was because of the darkness in this special social system … It was a disaster that ordinary people could not imagine at all. This was a lucky group. They had great power, but power came with a price.
He walked to the front of a door in the deepest part of the base. Two soldiers with special weapons blocked his way, but Victor waved the nameplate in his hand in front of them. A moment later, the door was opened, and he walked into the dark room.
"Hey, my friend, I'm here to see you."
He stood in the darkness and whispered, "How have you been recently?"
There was no answer until after more than ten seconds of silence, a hoarse sound like nails rubbing on steel plates sounded in the darkness.
"Haha, Victor, this month you came later than usual. Ahem, ahem, a little later."
The saber-toothed tiger raised his eyebrows and said playfully.
"What? Don't you welcome me? "
"Welcome? Why wouldn't I welcome you? We are good friends, aren't we? Don't you think it's too polite to say these things between good friends? "
The voice became more and more playful, mixed with painful coughs. "You seem to be very happy. Come, tell me, what good things have happened to you?"
Suddenly, two faint red lights appeared in the darkness, like two lights suddenly lit up in the darkness. But it was actually two eyes that had just opened. Victor saw the spiderweb-like blood vessels in the eyes and frowned.
"You can't control yourself again? Look at you now, you are like a beast. Saber … Do you still remember your name? "
"Saber?"
"No, no, no, there is no Saber here, there is only …"
Bang!
A soft, thick, tentacle-like thing brushed past Victor's ear and smashed into the metal wall behind him. An impact dent appeared there, causing the small room to shake. The pungent smell of blood and the nauseating smell of decay filled the saber-toothed tiger's nose at this moment. He took a step back and heard the voice.
It was a voice filled with anger, hatred, and murderous intent.
"There is only Test Subject No.13 here! Isn't there? "
The saber-toothed tiger covered his nose and said in a muffled voice.
"It seems that the rate of your genetic breakdown has accelerated. How pitiful. If this continues, you will die in the most despairing pain in less than two months. In the end, you might even turn into a pile of disgusting rotten meat … Tsk tsk, don't tell me you don't feel indignant?"
Swoosh!
The tentacle-like soft fist slowly retracted, and the smell of blood and decay was slightly reduced. Saber didn't speak anymore. In his current situation, it was already very good that he could maintain his self-consciousness. He couldn't expect more.
"Stryker's Weapon X project has come to an end. If there is no accident, the first finished product will appear soon … Saber, you are the biggest" hero "for his progress to be so fast, but soon, you will be useless … Do you want me to help you?"
"Huh? Why? "
A mocking smile flashed across Victor's face in the darkness.
"Because I know Stryker … I know what that ruthless bastard will do, but I have got what I want. I should go … What about you? You poor man … What do you want? Just treat it as a parting gift … "
"I want …"
The voice became low and deep. "Your blood … the more the better!"
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