Chapter 848

Of course, it was merely an opportunity; whether he could beat Deathstrike to the kill depended on his own ability.

"I... I never thought about it. I only ever wanted to escape this place, to never be controlled again, to never be persecuted..." Nightcrawler murmured.

I had forgotten...

Although he looked terrifying, he was a gentle and kind-hearted soul.

"You have two choices: one, leave this place and let your future life be determined by fate; two, follow me, and I can let you live freely and safely under the sun, but you must work 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 cleared out by Deathstrike. It wasn't a matter of whether they were innocent or just following orders; Deathstrike had the most right to speak on that, as she knew very well what these soldiers had done and whether they deserved to die.

Su Quan did not go looking for William Shi Cuike. He knew Shi Cuike still had a trump card: his son, Mastermind.

He also knew that even if Deathstrike found Shi Cuike, she wouldn't be able to kill him; instead, she would be controlled again.

It didn't matter.

Even a death-row inmate gets a good meal before they die; Su Quan didn't mind letting William Shi Cuike harbor the delusion that he could counter-kill or that the advantage was his.

With Deathstrike there, Su Quan wouldn't kill William Shi Cuike with his own hands, but since they had known each other for so long, and he was very satisfied with the gift Shi Cuike had given him, it wouldn't do to show no appreciation at all.

The final hope was the gift he had given William Shi Cuike.

Truly killing the heart!

William Shi Cuike indicated he didn't want this gift; whoever wanted it could have it!

"Boom—"

The corridor wall shook violently, a crack slowly opening and winding its way outward.

The Adamantium used to isolate psychic abilities within the walls shattered under magnetic control and flew out.

As Su Quan paced forward and his magnetic force spread, pieces of Adamantium flew toward him like obedient butterflies, dancing behind him and following him docilely.

From all directions, the Adamantium controlled by his magnetic force seemed to have received a summons and came to him of their own accord.

Before long, the Adamantium in the base had been dismantled, and it was all gathered behind him.

At this moment, William Shi Cuike appeared of his own volition!

Just as guessed, Deathstrike had failed in her revenge and had been controlled again; she pushed the wheelchair behind Shi Cuike with a blank expression.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a man with heterochromia, his eyes dull, his expression vacant, his entire frame thin as a skeleton.

He was William Shi Cuike's son, Mastermind—Jason Shi Cuike!

"Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The child from back then has grown up, but unfortunately... he never had a normal childhood, and he will never have a new future."

Su Quan glanced at Mastermind and sighed to William Shi Cuike: "We've known each other a long time. I'll give you one last chance: if you commit suicide, I can spare your son."

"By sparing him, I mean restoring his sanity so he can start a new life like a normal person."

William Shi Cuike's expression shifted. He looked at his son, who was almost completely oblivious to the outside world, and smiled.

"Let's not talk about that 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 Shi Cuike's paternal love for his son had long since been exhausted by his wife's passing and his long-term experimentation on his son.

To him, in name and identity, Jason William Shi Cuike was his son, but in his heart, Jason Shi Cuike was merely a tool for controlling mutants.

To put it another way, deep down, William Shi Cuike didn't want him to regain his sanity, because that would mean he would slip out of his control and cause him to lose his means of controlling mutants.

Lowering his head and bending over, William Shi Cuike crouched beside his son's wheelchair and whispered softly in his ear.

"Hum—"

Formless psychic energy surged from Jason Shi Cuike, rushing toward Su Quan and Nightcrawler.

Su Quan slowly raised his hand, his psychic power manifesting as golden-red flames, forming a translucent wall that stood before him and Nightcrawler.

"Boom!"

The collision of psychic powers produced a tangible sound. Jason Shi Cuike's psychic power was like a water droplet hitting the ocean; other than causing a slight ripple on the surface, it had no effect.

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

William Shi Cuike's brow furrowed. The psychic power Su Quan had displayed was even stronger than he had estimated!

"You, go! Kill Su Quan!" William Shi Cuike ordered Deathstrike.

"Fine!"

Deathstrike responded fiercely, and the sharp edge of her claws instantly pierced through William Shi Cuike's shoulder.

"Ah..."

Caught off guard, William Shi Cuike let out a painful scream, and his entire body was lifted into the air by Deathstrike with the single arm that had impaled his shoulder.

Looking at the ferocious and cold-blooded Deathstrike, William Shi Cuike knew she had broken free of his control again!