Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Manhattan, New York, the mission meeting room of the Division of Supernatural Forces, Order, Regulation and Crime Suppression.

Ruiwen was dressed in a white lady's suit, with red hair and blue skin, and wearing a pair of white-rimmed glasses, who didn't know if they had prescriptions. He suddenly turned into a thin and thin person with red and blue pupils, and his hair was gray and dry due to malnutrition. youth.

Thin cheeks and pale skin, medium build, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, looks like a high school student of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Jason Stryker, male, about seventeen years old, Louisville, Kentucky, a sophomore at Orem High School, his family and personal circumstances are unknown, and the mutant affairs office in Kentucky finally only sent back This Polaroid photo and name."

Raven turned around in front of Steve and Peggy, showing the appearance of this young man, maintaining the image of Jason Strike, dragging his chin with his thin arms, and muttering:

"... Centered on a low-rent apartment in the suburbs of Louisville, including parts of the surrounding two streets, residents stayed at home for several days without leaving home, and the streets were strangely quiet and deserted."

Peggy handed over the events she had done and sorted them out, and then Raven's words continued:

"The earliest information was reported by the police officer in charge of security in that area, but soon the entire police station could not be contacted. As long as someone approached the apartment, they never came out again."

".After the Louisville branch of the state's supernatural event processing department discovered the anomaly, it dispatched several operators to investigate within a few days. In the end, only one delta-level evolutionary with weak spiritual power brought back this young man. People's pictures and names, and then fell into a coma, and have not woken up until now."

Steve Rogers was wearing the "Whip of Order" work uniform to listen to the intelligence of the two. The uniform on his body was similar to the military uniform, but not so cumbersome.

The straight blue and black uniform set off his tall and burly figure, making him even more oppressive. Steve raised his eyebrows and took a serious look at Raven's changing appearance, then lowered his head and went through the derivation of the incident carefully. asked:

"Jason Stryker. Stryker? The same as the one with the mutant force more than ten years ago—"

"That's right!"

Raven slapped his chin, and the clothes and skin on his body floated up in fine scale-like ripples, returning to their original appearance, and said very seriously:

"It was Major Stryker who worked for Hoover and killed Charles. According to investigations, this Jason is his biological son, and we have found William Stryker who worked in a grocery store in Kentucky after he was released from prison. Ke, he claims that he has never been married and has no children! It seems that he has forgotten everything related to Jason and his wife."

Steve sighed and shook his head and smiled. Major Stryker, who had tried to turn mutants into sharp knives, had such an ironic situation.

Throwing the investigation report on the table, Chief Executive Officer Rogers straightened his uniform and said loudly:

"Revan, Peggy, your intelligence work is getting better and better. Even Stryker has been found and investigated so quickly. Let me go there myself. This young man should be an evolutionary person with spiritual and spiritual abilities. , It's a pity that Professor Charles and his wife are not here recently, otherwise it would be most appropriate to leave it to them."

Peggy got up and straightened Steve's tie, and suggested with a serious look:

"Let Alex go. Mr. and Emma have important things to do recently. Eric hasn't returned from the magnetic pole yet. It's better for you to stay at the headquarters."

Steve thought for a while, and said a little uneasy:

"Alex's strength is too strong but his partner has good control ability"

"I'm going too. It's been a long time since I've been out on the job. Let's get a feel for the working status of the 'Whip of Order' law enforcement. We'll wear the brainwave defense equipment. There shouldn't be any problems. It's just that this young man is still a student, so what should we do?"

After Raven clamored for the task, he watched Steve nodded, approved her plan, and asked about the solution to the problem of underage power out of control.

Captain Rogers glanced at Jason Stryker's photo again. He had sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes, and a sickly face. Facing the sneak shot of the camera, he showed a ferocious and stern face, which made people feel somewhat horrified. .

"According to the specific situation at the scene, the social harm caused by the unstable mutant power of ordinary teenagers, as long as the circumstances are not serious, will be included in the teaching and discipline of the academy. This Jason is almost an adult, if the situation is really bad, he will be imprisoned first." Wolf Tower, teach her how to deal with it when Madam comes back."

".William, William? Are you here, dear, the Louis couple next door invited us to have tea yesterday. Okay, wait for me to change my clothes. Hey! Louis, I like your dress, where is my daughter? Come out, hehehe"

Jason Stryker was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the apartment. The white T-shirt on his body was so dirty that the background color could not be seen, and his gray and sickly face was dead silent.

He stared straight at his mother's disheveled face, wearing a pair of shorts and a gray plaid shirt, with little blood on her face, but she was in a strangely good state of mind, like an addict who had taken some kind of drug.

She joked to the air in the room for a while, sipped from a teacup that didn't exist at all, and happily ate some stinky food on the messy tea table.

From time to time, he also praised Mrs. Louis's delicious cakes, and chatted and laughed with the neighbors next door.

The exhausted Jason was like an oil lamp that was about to dry up. His eyelids kept falling, his head hung to one side, and he fell asleep just staring.

bang. bang. bang.

"hiss!"

The sound of knocking from next door and upstairs suddenly awakened Jason Stryker. His body trembled, the corners of his shriveled mouth grinned forcefully to the sides, the skin on his lips was chapped, he gritted his teeth and patted his head, and soon The commotion around him fell silent.

"Who are you? Jay, Jason Williams! Where's my husband and kids! Who are you?"

Marcie Stryker looked at the skeleton-like man in front of her, and the dirty and dilapidated room, and for a moment didn't understand where her handsome husband and neighbor next door had gone.

She tore her hair hysterically and fell to the ground, kicking her legs on the floor full of fast food packaging boxes, empty cans and beverage bottles, and other garbage, retreating crazily, knocking over the stool and coffee table, making the whole room A few strokes were added to the mess.

"No, it's okay mom! It's okay. It's all right"

The fingertips of Jason's right hand pressed hard against his temple, as if he wanted to poke it in. He reached out and pulled his mother indiscriminately, watching her calm down with a dull face, and the corners of her mouth were drooling.

After a while, the mother's beautiful heterochromatic pupils squeezed out a bit of brilliance, caressed his cheek happily, and said softly:

"Honey, what do you want for dinner? Shall we go downtown for Indian? Mexican? Take your pick!"

"It's all right, Mom, it's all good."

Jason's eyes were bloodshot, and he bit his lip so hard that he didn't even notice that blood was seeping out.

Suddenly, there was a roaring sound like a car engine coming from outside the building, but it was extraordinarily "silky" and clear.

Jason Stryker hurriedly got up, lay down on the balcony and looked out. It turned out to be a blue-black aircraft spouting ice-blue flames, floating in the air between the apartment buildings.

"I'm okay. I can go on!"

Jason's skin was almost left, his bony hands were covered with veins, and he pressed hard on the sides of his forehead. His red and blue pupils looked at the special aircraft hovering in front of him, and the illusion of brainwave manipulation was released to the extreme.

Drip drip.

Raven, Alex, and his deputy, the mutant Lazaro, all wore dark blue brain wave isolation helmets, watching the standard sonic aircraft "Spike" of the Whip of Order executive, checking the continuous flashing red light and sounding a siren.

Although the mind and spirit power is extremely high and the methods are complicated, most of the brain wave energy can be detected and defended, and they already know the young man's ability.

"Lazaro."

Alex tilted his head to signal the team members in the back row. The bald mutant Lazaro, who was born with dark stripes on his face, looked at the target through the porthole. His right hand was clawed at Jason, and he slowly twisted his wrist.

"Ugh! Ugh"

Jason Strike's stomach suddenly churned violently. He vomited crazily while lying on the gray railing of the balcony, and he could only retch the yellow-green juice in his stomach within a few moments.

Jason, who had an extremely bad complexion, was as pale as a paper man at the moment. He knelt on the ground with his hands on the iron railing, his arms flapping as if he had a fever.

"Oh, so young, call the Louisville police and ambulance department, the surrounding streets have been hypnotized for three days, and this apartment does not know."

Ruiwen looked at the young man twisting his facial features in pain, knocking his head on the ground, laughing tearfully, and sighed helplessly.

Flying all the way, looking down from a high altitude, this apartment and the two adjacent streets are as dead as doomsday, the police on the periphery and the staff of the local mutant affairs department dare not go deep into it, as long as they enter a certain range, you will get lost in the illusion or become unconscious.

From the first time Jason created a mental vision of his mother, Marcy Strike, he couldn't stop like a poison.

Jason Strike, who was only nine years old at the time, watched his mother being locked up in prison by her husband, leading him to work all day alone. He was depressed and sad. He began to try to let his mother see his father who had returned, so that she could temporarily forget all the things in life. all kinds of unhappiness.

But time after time, day after day, Jason's mental illusion was used more frequently and more proficiently.

With the contact with the outside world in life, the environment in his mother's mind was constantly affected, and Jason had to pull more people around him into his phantom control.

In the end, it simply made her live in a hallucination completely, and the neighbors around her were forced into a comatose state, which affected a large community and even the teachers and classmates in her own school.

Many of the thousands of ordinary people controlled by the illusion died at home due to various circumstances, and some even died of starvation and dehydration. Those who survived also suffered indelible mental damage after waking up.

When the distinction between reality and illusion is unclear, and when people begin to doubt the real "reality", how can they maintain their beliefs?