Chapter 461

The saying that space is king is really not wrong!

Just manipulating spatial dimensions to distort the internal space of a specific area in an orderly or disorderly way can seal the enemy's spatial abilities like teleportation and blinking.

If you deepen your research and control, you can also scrap most of the enemy's attack methods!

For example, even if the distance between Su Quan and the enemy is within reach, the energy or fists the enemy throws out might appear elsewhere.

Seemingly within reach, but actually worlds apart!

Once your attack is thrown out, it has nothing to do with you, because in this specific space, Su Quan is the king who controls everything!

Of course, nothing is absolute. After all, Su Quan is not the only one who can manipulate spatial dimensions. If they meet, it depends on who has deeper control over spatial dimensions and whose authority is stronger.

Single-universe-level reality modification and multiverse-level, or even omniverse-level reality modification, the authority and effects are definitely different!

"Do you want revenge?" Su Quan looked at Nightcrawler.

Nightcrawler's ability is teleportation, which can instantly move to any location within his visual Detection Range, but the limitations are very large, such as only being able to teleport to places he can see, not being able to teleport long distances, etc.

Somewhat like a weakened version of Red Devil, similar to the enemy "Peek-a-Boo" of the Flash in the neighboring Arrowverse multiverse.

This "Peek-a-Boo" was locked by him in the Mirror Prison, which is also only able to teleport to locations within his visual Detection Range.

By analogy, Nightcrawler's ability deepened Su Quan's understanding and control of space, and since he was also a victim, Su Quan was willing to give him a chance for revenge.

Of course, it was merely an opportunity; whether he could snatch it away from Lady Deathstrike depended on his own ability.

"I... I never thought about it. I only thought about escaping this place, never being controlled again, never being persecuted again..." Nightcrawler murmured.

I had forgotten...

Although he looked terrifying, he was a gentle, kind-hearted, good man.

"You have two choices: one is to leave here and let your future life be good or bad as fate dictates; the second is to follow me. I can let you live a free and safe life under the sun, but you must do things for me."

Su Quan gave him two choices. After hesitating for a long time, he chose the latter: to follow Su Quan and work for him.

The soldiers in the base had basically been cleaned up by Lady Deathstrike. Don't say they were innocent, and don't say they were just following orders; Lady Deathstrike had the most say in this regard. She knew very well what these soldiers had done and whether they deserved to die!

Su Quan did not go to find William Stryker. He knew William Stryker still had a trump card—his son, Mastermind!

He also knew that even if Lady Deathstrike found William Stryker, she couldn't kill him; instead, she would be controlled again.

It didn't matter.

Even a death-row prisoner could have one last good meal before dying. Su Quan didn't mind letting William Stryker have the illusion that "I can counter-kill" or "the advantage is with me."

With Lady Deathstrike there, Su Quan wouldn't kill William Stryker with his own hands, but after all, they had known each other for so long, and he was quite satisfied with the gift he had sent. It wouldn't do to show no reaction at all.

The final hope was the gift he had sent to William Stryker.

Truly, killing the person and destroying their heart!

William Stryker indicated: I don't want this gift; whoever wants it can have it!

"Bang—"

The corridor wall vibrated violently, a crack slowly opening and winding outward in all directions.

The adamantium used in the walls to isolate psychic abilities shattered the wall under the control of magnetic force and flew out.

Following Su Quan's footsteps and the diffusion of magnetic force, pieces of adamantium danced like well-behaved butterflies, flying behind him as he approached, following him obediently.

Front, back, left, right, in all directions, the adamantium controlled by the magnetic force seemed to have received a calling and came to join him voluntarily.

Not long after, the adamantium in the base had been dismantled by him, seven or eight out of ten, all behind him.

At this moment, William Stryker appeared voluntarily!

Just as guessed, Lady Deathstrike had failed in her revenge and was instead controlled; she pushed the wheelchair expressionlessly, following by William Stryker's side.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a man with heterochromia. His eyes were dull, his expression vacant, and his whole body was as thin as skin and bone.

He was William Stryker's son, Mastermind—Jason Stryker!

"Twenty years have passed in a flash. The child of back then has grown up, but unfortunately... he didn't have a normal childhood, nor will he have a brand-new future."

Su Quan glanced at Mastermind and sighed to William Stryker: "Since we've known each other, I'll give you one last chance. If you commit suicide, I can spare your son."

"What I mean by spare him is to let him regain his sanity and start a new life like a normal person."

William Stryker's expression flickered. He looked at his son, who was almost completely ignorant of the outside world, and smiled.

"Don't talk about these things now. I believe you can do it, and I believe you will keep your promise, but asking me to commit suicide is impossible."

"This is a gamble, and the winner takes all!"

William Stryker's paternal love for his son had long since been exhausted by his wife's passing and his long-term research on his son.

To him, in terms of identity and name, Jason Stryker was his son, but in his heart, Jason Stryker was just a tool for him to control mutants.

Let's put it this way: deep down, William Stryker didn't want him to regain his sanity, because that would mean breaking free from his control and losing his means of controlling mutants.

Lowering his head and bending his waist, William Stryker crouched beside his son's wheelchair and whispered in his ear.

"Hum—"

Invisible psychic power unfolded from Jason Stryker, surging toward Su Quan and Nightcrawler.

Su Quan slowly raised his hand, the psychic power turning into substantial golden-red flames, transforming into a translucent wall that stood before him and Nightcrawler.

"Bang!"

The collision of psychic power made a substantial sound. Jason Stryker's psychic power was like water droplets hitting the ocean; apart from causing slight ripples on the surface, it had no effect.

Jason Stryker seemed to be encountering this situation for the first time. Although his sanity was not clear, he instinctively continued to drive his psychic power, attempting to break through the obstruction.

William Stryker's brows furrowed. The psychic ability Su Quan displayed was even stronger than he had estimated!

"You go, kill Su Quan!" William Stryker ordered Lady Deathstrike.

"Okay!"

Lady Deathstrike responded fiercely, the sharpness of her steel claws instantly piercing William Stryker's shoulder.

"Ah..."

Caught off guard, William Stryker instantly let out a painful scream, and his whole body was lifted up by Lady Deathstrike with the single arm that had pierced his shoulder.

Looking at the ferocious and cold Lady Deathstrike, William Stryker knew she had broken free from control again!