American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"A special little gadget. I call it Lionheart," Qishan said with a smile.

"Lion...heart?"

Logan's eyes lit up. As he spoke, his face visibly regained its youth, his thinning hair thickened again, and his loose muscles tightened once more.

From a decrepit lone wolf, he had once again transformed into the fearless Wolverine, whose ferocity could not be suppressed even by a hail of bullets.

"Lionheart!" Logan murmured again.

Qishan said, "It seems it quite likes you. Many people have tried before, but none could activate its power. Should I say, 'Indeed, worthy of being Wolverine?'"

Logan reached out to touch the belt, suddenly feeling that the texture was a little off. He looked down and was instantly stunned.

His slender hand had unknowingly turned into a large cat's paw, with three pink, fleshy pads in the center of his palm, looking quite adorable.

"What the hell?"

Logan said in surprise, subconsciously shaking his hand. The cat's paw turned back into his own hand, and three Adamantium claws slowly extended.

"There are still some side effects, not just the hands, but also the ears!"

Logan quickly covered the top of his head, finding a pair of furry ears had indeed sprouted.

However, his hairstyle already somewhat resembled having two wolf ears, so the addition of two real furry ears wasn't very noticeable.

Despite the somewhat adorable appearance, a hint of delight couldn't help but appear in Wolverine's eyes.

"You like it quite a bit! It's not entirely impossible for you to use it!" Qishan chuckled.

"What do you want?" Logan asked.

"You!" Qishan smiled. "Wolverine's name is legendary, I believe many have heard of it. Such powerful combat strength, I desire it greatly."

He repeatedly stroked the belt in his hand, feeling a little reluctant. If Qishan's demands were too excessive, he was even prepared to forcefully snatch it.

Superheroes are all mavericks.

Their personalities are strong, and they save people only to satisfy their own desires, not caring about the feelings of those they save.

Batman is a typical example of this.

He even created imitators of himself, ruthlessly handing them over to Commissioner Gordon.

Wolverine is even more so; his violent temper is etched into his bones.

Even when he helps people, he does so with cold words and a bad attitude.

He felt he needed this belt, and he would have no psychological burden to snatch it.

Qishan naturally saw through his thoughts, but he didn't care.

The system gave the reward; how could it be so easily taken away by others?

Did he think that snatching it would make it usable? How naive!

"Who exactly are you?"

Qishan spread his hands. "That question is meaningless! After so many years of hiding and concealing your identity, the X-Men's vigor has faded away.

You are no longer trendsetters of the world, with countless eyes following your every move.

Now, you're just a few lingering old men.

I believe you can also feel that, under the leadership of the United States, this world is hostile to mutants.

But I am different.

Join my command, and I guarantee you will get everything you want!"

Wolverine's eyes were rebellious. "Is that so? How do you guarantee it?"

Clearly, he didn't believe Qishan's words at all. His muscles twitched slightly, and it seemed he was preparing to make a move.

"I didn't say anything." Qishan put on his sunglasses and said, "Think about it, call me!"

As the cabin door was about to close, Qishan added, "Oh, right, the Lionheart's usage period is only two weeks. After that, it needs to be replenished with some kind of energy to continue working. At that time, I hope to get a definite answer."

The cabin door closed, the helicopter took off, and quickly disappeared from sight.

Logan stroked the belt, his gaze deep.

"Only two weeks..."

He repeated in a low voice, seemingly with some regret, and also some relief.

This was more normal; how could someone give such a treasure to a stranger for no reason?

He shook his head, cast off the unrealistic thoughts, turned around, got into the car, and quickly drove away.

Only then did the sound of sirens gradually approach.

On the desolate, uninhabited Gobi Desert, stood an abandoned water pumping station.

The reddish-brown rust seemed to have become a skin disease, spreading everywhere on the walls, the iron gate, the simply constructed shed, and even the abandoned water tank behind it.

The car drove into the gate and parked casually in the yard.

Wolverine, carrying two black leather suitcases, got out of the car with vigor, pushed the door open, and walked in.

It was as if he had changed bodies, unbelievably agile.

Like old machinery that had been re-serviced, regaining its new vitality.

"He's been making a fuss all day!"

Caliban hunched over, cutting a green pepper without looking up.

Behind him were heavy curtains, not letting in any light.

His photophobia was getting worse; strong light would cause his skin to ulcerate.

Before Logan found him, Caliban had been curled up in the sewers of San Francisco.

Not hearing a reply, Caliban was a little surprised.

Logan had always been irritable. Even though the two had a life-saving friendship, he often cursed.

Charles's condition was getting worse and worse. Each time he had an episode, the emitted waves would cause Caliban to teeter on the brink of death.

"How are you..."

The moment Caliban saw Logan, he noticed the difference.

The irritable and lonely old wolf was actually exuding the aura of youth again.

Logan slammed the two suitcases on the dining table with a thud.

"I met someone!"

Saying only this, Logan turned to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of liquor, uncapped it, and took a swig directly.

He seemed to still be calming his excited mood.

Caliban gave him a strange look, put down the knife in his hand, walked over, and opened the two suitcases one by one.

Money? Medicine?

"So much?" Caliban said in surprise, "What exactly did you do?"

Logan put down the bottle and exhaled a long breath.

"Nothing special. Someone found me and offered a good price!"

"You want to go?" Caliban was a little agitated. "Have you forgotten how they've treated us all these years?"

"And this!"

Logan tore off the belt, and his whole person aged again.

Caliban said in astonishment, "It's this? Why would a belt..."

"Try it!"

Caliban looked at him, felt around for the Lionheart, and put on the belt.

The belt had no reaction.

Caliban spread out his palm.

"Give it here!"

Logan reached out, and Caliban placed the belt in his palm.

Logan put it on again, and the belt instantly flashed a fluorescent light. Immediately afterward, the old wolf visibly regained his youth.

The shock brought about by seeing it with his own eyes was unimaginable.

Caliban was stunned for a full ten seconds before saying, "Okay, I want to hear this story from the beginning!"