American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

Link Town is not far from Nevada. At 10:00 pm, several people entered Nevada.

Logan drove the car all the way to Victor's apartment building and parked in the driveway next to it.

"Big city."

Caliban almost leaned on the car window, looking at the high-rise buildings in Las Vegas.

There are tall buildings, busy traffic, and bustling downtown. The afternoon breeze seems to smell of money, but it is this scenery that makes him feel deeply out of place.

"Las Vegas is still the same as I remember."

Charles' pupils reflected the shadow of the poster, which showed some casino GGs. The slogan gave people the illusion that they could become billionaires after entering the casino.

"I'll go up to find Victor. You wait for me in the car. Don't go out."

Logan was about to get out of the car after he finished speaking.

But Laura on the passenger seat patted his arm, pointed to a piece of paper with hope in her eyes.

On the paper was an address "Eden - North Dakota - 48.97033N, 102.155491"

Looking at the address even marked with longitude and latitude, Logan nodded. He understood what Laura meant. The little girl hoped to go to the place where she could meet her friends as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, since I promised Gabriela, I will definitely take you there, but not now. Give me a few days. I need to see an uncle now."

Logan rubbed Laura's hair and made a promise to her softly.

Lola put away the paper, nodded obediently, and then continued to lie on the window, curiously looking at the bustling big city.

Growing up in a laboratory, she was full of curiosity about everything around her.

Logan opened the door and got out of the car, trotting all the way to Victor's apartment.

The apartment was still as shabby as last time. He reached out and knocked on the door, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded. Logan couldn't help but increase his strength, and the door frame was creaking.

Click.

The door opened, but it was not Victor's door, but a black neighbor next door.

The neighbor stuck half of his head out and said impatiently: "Why are you knocking? He's not home!"

Logan hurriedly asked: "Where did he go?"

The neighbor looked annoyed, "God knows, he might have been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!"

As soon as these words came out, Logan's eyes instantly turned cold.

The black man was obviously panicked, and realized that Logan seemed not easy to mess with. His attitude quickly eased a little, and he hurriedly said: "He may have caused trouble. He was taken away a few days ago and has not returned until now."

Logan was shocked and asked again: "Who took him away?"

"Brother, you can't expect me to know everyone in Las Vegas."

The black man pursed his lips, paused, and seemed to think of something, and said again: "By the way, I seem to have seen the people who took your friend away in a casino. At that time, they had a conflict and overturned a lot of dishes and chopsticks. There was a lot of noise. When I went out to check, he had been taken away. Your friend should have owed gambling debts to the casino, but so many days have passed. He may have been sold to a black kiln. Even if you take the ransom, I am afraid you can't redeem him."

After speaking, the black man quickly retracted his head and closed the door heavily.

Logan glanced at Victor's door, and then noticed a thin layer of dust on the handle. It seemed that no one had touched it for several days.

Recalling the black man's words, Logan frowned, went downstairs and returned to the car, briefly told Charles the situation, and drove several people to a nearby hotel for temporary stay.

He returned to the car and thought about the forces that might take Victor away.

He must find Victor. After all, that is Wolverine's only relative in the world. After so many separations, he never wants this last brother to leave again.

In the evening.

Logan parked the car outside a casino, turned off the engine and turned off the lights, sat in the car and smoked, staring at the casino through the smoke.

Near nightfall is the time when the casino has the most traffic. Guests come from all directions, carrying gambling money, fantasizing about the dream of getting rich overnight, and stepping into the casino gate. Under the colorful neon lights, they seem to see the illusion that they have stepped into the pinnacle of life.

The owner of this casino is Notland, who is also Victor's boss. At this time, the office on the second floor of the casino is on, and from time to time, people walk through the curtains.

Logan stared at the office. Even if it wasn't Notland, he must be an insider.

But Logan didn't plan to go in and question directly. It would be too stupid to do so.

After all, the security guards in the casino were not vegetarians. If they found out that he was forcing their boss, there would be a conflict. In that case, Victor might not be saved, but Dr. Rice or people from SHIELD would be attracted.

Now, he shouldn't make any big noise.

As the cigarettes turned into butts, the night gradually deepened, and the lights on the second floor of the office finally went out.

Logan extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, walked in the crowd with his head down, went all the way to the back door, climbed up to the second floor along the water pipe, and walked into the corridor.

There were songs lingering below, and the gamblers were shouting wildly, but the second floor was very quiet. The soundproof building prevented any noise from breaking in.

Logan quietly walked to the door of Notland's office, put his ear against the door, and listened vigilantly to the movement inside.

After making sure there was no sound of anyone breathing inside, Logan pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was extremely dim, and the thick curtains blocked any colorful lights outside the window. If an ordinary person came here, he would probably not even know how to get around.

Fortunately, Logan's eyes could see more clearly in the dark than in the daytime.

He walked straight to Notland's desk.

It was obvious that Mr. Notland seemed to have encountered some troubles recently. The ashtray was full of cigar butts, and there were several empty bottles of red wine on the table. The documents on the table were in a mess, all of which were financial reports and tax rates of several casinos.

Logan had no interest in whether he evaded taxes. He carefully opened the drawer and slowly looked for any clues about Victor.

After searching around, Logan found a report at the bottom of the drawer. The content was a debt notice, which indicated that Notland had a debt of 50 million US dollars. Such a large debt would not be enough to pay even if all the casinos under his name were sold.

Logan carefully checked the document and realized that the debt was due to the loss of Notland in an investment project. If he didn't pay it back within a month, then this wealthy businessman would be completely bankrupt.

"Isn't it of any useful value?"

He had no interest in whether the wealthy businessman was bankrupt, but another document under the document instantly caught his attention.

The document said "Cross Auction"

This should be just an official letter of the auction, but what really caught Logan's attention was the content below, which marked the auction item of this auction - "Mutants".