American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

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In the forest, corpses were covered with white cloths. The blood seeping from the corpses dyed the white cloths bright red. The nearby tree trunks and grass were all stained with dried blood. Crows were circling in the air, making disturbing noises. Cry.

The agents carefully walked on the blood-stained grass, scanning everywhere with instruments, not missing any clues.

"Boss, the situation is not optimistic. Xander Rice is dead."

Maria Hill pressed the earphones and reported softly, looking at the tragic scene in front of her, her brows furrowed.

There were more than sixty corpses, which made her subconsciously think that a war had occurred here, and every corpse was extremely miserable. Almost all of them were cut into two parts. It was difficult to imagine what happened here.

"Where are Wolverine and Professor X?"

Nick Fury's deep voice came from the headphones.

"have no idea."

Hill sighed helplessly, "Preliminary inspection shows that the death time of these corpses is more than a day, and this is close to the border. They have probably crossed the border now. If we want to continue the pursuit, we must apply to the council for a cross-border investigation." ”

Fury on the other end of the headset was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "I will apply to the chairman. This matter will be kept secret for the time being. We cannot tell the Avengers, especially Steve. With his temperament, if he knows Wolverine's I will definitely investigate the whereabouts myself.”

"yes."

Hill nodded in response.

"We'll discuss the specific situation when we come back."

After finishing speaking, Fury hung up the call and sat on the chair with a frown on his face. "Logan and Charles are almost 300 years old together. Isn't it good to just enjoy your old age quietly? Why do you have to go out and cause so much trouble?"

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A few hours after setting off from the meeting point, John led Logan and the others out of the forest and came to a dilapidated single-family building.

The small wooden building seems to have been built for a certain period of time, standing alone outside the forest.

"Is this a shelter?"

Karl looked at the small building in confusion. It was very different from what he imagined as a shelter with many mutants and safe protection.

"no."

John shook his head, stepped forward and opened the door of the small building, and said, "Let's rest here for the night."

"We can continue on our way."

Karl looked up at the sky. It was already afternoon and it was not time to rest yet. Moreover, they still had enough energy to continue walking.

John said helplessly: "If we go further, we will have to live in the forest at night."

This was one of the few safe places to rest on the road, and he also had things to do here.

Helpless, Karl could only nod.

Logan was lucky that there was a rest stop here, otherwise the younger children wouldn't be able to bear it if they had to walk all day, and the professor's body couldn't stand it either.

Several people walked into the house. The house looked a little dilapidated and unoccupied. The wooden walls looked slightly decayed, and the wooden ladder leading to the second floor kept creaking.

There are quite a few rooms on the second floor. Although the facilities are very simple, it is no problem to take a short rest.

With the professor behind his back, Logan chose a room with better ventilation and simply made four beds with the quilts in the closet.

Laura did not choose to live with them. Ever since she met her friend, she stayed with her friends every day and was unwilling to separate when sleeping.

By the time Logan was done, the smell of food could already be heard downstairs.

John had stocked enough cans and compressed biscuits here for everyone, and he was heating the cans of meat whose grease had solidified.

The children also came downstairs when they smelled the fragrance.

In the midst of childish laughter, the group simply prepared dinner and then went back to their houses to rest.

Logan was lying on the bed by the window.

It was already dark at this time, and the sky was filled with stars outside the window. The cool breeze blew in through the cracks in the window. The temperature in the room dropped. Logan felt the chill of late autumn and gently curled up under the quilt.

Boom, boom, boom!

Just when Logan was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door, followed by John's lowered voice, "Logan, are you asleep?"

Logan raised his head, glanced at the people sleeping on the other beds in the bright moonlight, then quietly got off the creaking wooden bed, pushed the door open and walked out.

"What's up?"

He looked at John outside the door, who was holding a somewhat retro lantern. In this border cabin without electricity, it was the only lighting tool.

"Klaus and I want to talk to you about something."

John turned sideways and motioned for Logan to come downstairs.

"Um."

Logan nodded, closed the door, and walked downstairs with John.

Ever since he entered the hut, Logan could see that John was a little absent-minded, as if something was bothering him.

Arriving on the first floor, John put the dim lantern on the table, where Klaus was already waiting.

"The plan to go to the shelter may have to be postponed for two days."

As soon as he sat down, John said straight to the point, "We have encountered some trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Logan asked.

John and Klaus looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

"Originally, there were three people who were supposed to pick you up this time." Klaus said a little dejectedly, "But when we were halfway there, one of our people was caught by the picket."

"Pickets? It seems like this is indeed a big problem."

Logan murmured. He knew that the full name of this organization was the Mutant Pickets. It was an official team set up to capture mutants. To be more precise, it was to capture mutants who committed crimes.

But now anyone who is a mutant will become their target.

But for the sake of so-called justice, they will still deliberately accuse the captured mutants of some unwarranted charges.

"You want me to help save people?"

Logan understood what they meant and obviously hoped that he could help.

"It's not you, it's with us."

Klaus quickly corrected him, and at the same time added: "There is also Victor, we hope he can join. After all, there are many people on the picket team. If it is just John and I, I am afraid there will be some trouble, but if you can join It would be much easier.”

John on the side nodded, "Originally we wanted to send the children to the shelter and then find a way to bring more people to rescue, but that would take too long, and she might be transferred or even be in danger, but Fortunately we came across you, I hope you can help us with this.”

"Can."

Logan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "I'll tell Victor tomorrow."

After all, if you want to go to the other party's sanctuary, it makes sense to do a favor, as it is your ticket to enter the sanctuary.

When they heard Logan agree, the two of them breathed a deep sigh of relief, with smiles on their faces.

"grateful."

John nodded, and at the same time took out a photo from his arms and handed it over, "This is her photo. Take a look and don't admit it wrong when the time comes."

Logan took the photo and looked at it carefully near the lantern.

The photo showed a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. She was very beautiful, with short emerald green hair. She looked a little unruly, but her face was a little pale. She was wearing a denim jacket, leaning against a car and smiling at the camera.

Seeing the girl's appearance clearly, Logan couldn't help but frown. The person in the photo gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"What's her name?" Logan raised his head and asked the two of them.

"Lorna Dane," John responded.

"It turned out to be her."

Logan suddenly understood and looked back at the photo.

No wonder she looks so familiar, she turns out to be Magneto's daughter Polaris.

only

If Polaris is here, where is Magneto?