American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

On an island in the lake in downtown Washington, there stands a majestic three-winged building.

In the director's office on the top floor, Maria Hill opened the door seriously and asked, "Director, what do you want from me?"

She stood in the middle of the office and looked at the man behind the desk.

"This is a document sent from Canada. Take a look."

Nick Fury looked solemn and pressed a button, and a light blue holographic projection was projected in front of Hill.

Hill looked at the projected content. It was a video file with a photo attached.

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In the picture, a figure with steel claws is killing everyone in the prison. Even though he looks a little old, he is still like a ferocious wolf, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the prison guards, and his body is soaked in blood. , like a demon from hell.

The video ends when all the prison guards fall down. Hill turns off the video and looks at another photo.

The photo was taken on a loose road. There was a pool of dazzling blood flowing on the ground, and a white skeleton lying in the blood. It looked like it had been dead for many years, but the clothes on its body were brand new. .

"Is that Wolverine in that video just now?"

Hill looked stunned for a moment.

Although the figure in the video is very similar to Wolverine, she does not believe that it is Wolverine. She prefers to believe that it is a Wolverine clone developed by some laboratory.

After all, the Wolverine in the picture looked obviously much younger, and his sense of strength was obviously stronger. It was really far from the Wolverine in her impression.

However, it was Fury who responded to her with a heavy nod. He said with a serious look: "Judging from the information currently available, it is indeed him."

"How could this happen?"

Hilton suddenly looked shocked, "As far as I know, he looks at least seventy or eighty years old, and his actual age is nearly a hundred years old. His physical fitness has seriously declined, but the guy in the picture is obviously younger and stronger. His The suppressed self-healing factor cannot help him rejuvenate. "

They are well aware of the fact that the government develops genetically modified food to suppress the X gene, and Wolverine is one of the victims. Now he can display the strength shown in the video.

"He may have taken Les' enhanced serum."

Fury shrugged and gave what he thought was the most reasonable explanation, "The current situation is that they have now gone to Canada."

"Return to your homeland?"

Hill smiled, "I thought he would never go back in his life."

Fury also looked helpless, "Who knows what they think? In short, although he is Canadian, he is also on SHIELD's wanted list. We must follow up and investigate this matter."

He added: "But until we find him, you don't need to take action yet."

Hill was a little confused, "Then why did you come to me?"

"That photo." Fury's expression became extremely solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Compared to Wolverine, the murderer in the photo is the key. Obviously, another dangerous mutant has appeared. Before him You have to confirm his identity before continuing to do evil."

In his opinion, Wolverine's counterattack was just the last unwilling roar of an old man who was driving him to death, and the guy who melted dozens of pickets into bones was obviously more threatening.

"Originally, mutants are no longer a thing, but because of the experiments conducted by people like Rice, those dangerous guys are ready to take action again!" Fury said with a look of disgust.

He dislikes these dangerous experiments, but this kind of mutant experiments cannot be stopped. After all, there are many people who want to explore the secrets of the X gene and use it for themselves.

But the problem is, those guys who are obsessed with experiments can't control the products they develop, so emergencies occur frequently, and they have to be solved by SHIELD in the end.

Fury took a deep breath helplessly. Compared to the elderly Wolverine and Professor X, these unknown mutants with unknown identities and terrifying abilities were more worthy of their worries.

"Yes, I will investigate it myself."

Hill also realized the seriousness of the matter, stood up straight and nodded seriously.

Bang!

However, just before she left, the door suddenly opened.

"Investigating what?"

An aristocratic man wearing a high-end casual suit and a mustache walked into the office calmly and sat on the sofa as if no one else was around. "It seems that I missed some big events during my vacation these days."

Fury looked at the man, with helplessness written on his face, and scolded: "Tony, I told you to knock on the door before entering my office!"

"I knocked."

Tony looked cynical and fiddled with the ornaments on the table casually, saying indifferently: "Maybe you were too absorbed in chatting and didn't hear."

Fury felt a headache and said helplessly with a sullen face: "What are you looking for me for?"

Tony paused while fiddling with the furnishings, raised his head, abandoned his relaxed look, and asked in a deep voice: "I heard that you lost the spiritual scepter?"

Fury's already dark face instantly darkened, "This is SHIELD's business, you have no right to interfere."

Hearing this, Tony snorted coldly, "Oh, at least I carried the nuclear bomb for it, and at the same time, it was also for you and SHIELD!"

Fury was speechless and stared at Tony with his only remaining eye.

Since the Battle of New York, this guy has suffered from severe anxiety disorder. He is always particularly concerned about the topic of aliens. It is said that he has been building armor at home day and night to guard against the attack of aliens. Fury is also very troubled by this.

After a long silence, Fury said: "Go home and rest. I will investigate this matter and give you an explanation. But this time it is definitely not taken by aliens, it should be the Hydra bastards. You don't have to worry so much."

Tony did not speak, nor did he mean to leave.

Hill, who was standing aside, looked at the confrontation between the two and said tactfully: "I'm leaving first. I will report to you if there is any new situation."

After that, he opened the door and left, walking straight to the elevator.

But as soon as the elevator door opened, Steve Rogers was seen standing alone in the elevator.

"Captain, if you are here to see Director Fury, Tony is in his office."

Hill smiled and greeted Steve, and at the same time couldn't help looking back at Fury's office, and muttered again: "And I guess they won't finish talking so quickly."

However, Steve made way for Hill in the elevator, and his eyes were fixed on Hill, "I came to see you. They said you were at Fury's, so I came here specially."

"Looking for me?"

Hill walked into the elevator, stood with Steve, and looked at him puzzledly.

"Yes."

Steve nodded, and as the elevator door closed and slowly descended, he spoke again: "Are you investigating Logan?"

Hill looked at Steve's eyes, full of urgent questions.

This look made Hill stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to shake his head and refuse to tell any information.

But Steve spoke first: "Don't try to deceive me. I have investigated clearly. Logan is now accused of being a wanted criminal, but it is obvious that the evidence chain for his conviction is insufficient. He can only be regarded as a suspect now."

While speaking, Steve handed over a document, which was the result of his investigation in recent days.

After a pause, he added: "And the matter of the last auction, you clearly know that auctioning mutants is illegal, but you SHIELD turned a blind eye to it. Why is that?"

"In addition, according to the intelligence I investigated, 80% of the people who participated in the auction have large amounts of black production, and the remaining 20% ​​of people are more or less involved in some black industries, and among them, there are some officials, but you still ignore it. Is this SHIELD's attitude towards criminals? Chasing a suspect, but turning a blind eye to those criminals with sufficient evidence?"

Steve looked cold, obviously angry at these practices of SHIELD.

Hill looked at the documents Steve handed over, was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Captain, it seems that you are not an honest American soldier. These intelligence cannot be obtained by ordinary means."

"Special cases should be treated specially."

Steve responded calmly, and then said again: "I request to participate in the investigation of Logan!"

"Pay attention to the wording, Captain."

Hill shook his head and said: "We are not investigating Wolverine, but arresting him!"

"Even so, I want to participate in it!"

Steve's eyes were firm, and he seemed to be determined to participate in all actions against Logan.

However, Hill finally shook his head, "Captain, cases involving mutants are very dangerous and complicated. Too many things have happened in the years you have been frozen. Many things cannot be explained to you. Even if they are explained, you may not understand. In short, don't try to intervene in this matter, at least not now."

After she finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the first floor, and the elevator door slowly opened. Hill walked out without hesitation, not giving Steve any chance to refute.

Steve looked at Hill's back and muttered in a deep voice: "The Avengers are not affiliated with SHIELD."

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Mutant Sanctuary Farm.

After dinner, Logan, Victor, and Caliban pushed the professor to Macka's office.

This is a small building in the middle of the farm. The office is not big, but the facilities are very complete, even with a coffee machine, but there are more messy intelligence.

When they arrived, Macka was sitting in the office checking the documents on the table. When he saw the few people coming, he warmly invited them to sit down and poured a few glasses of water.

"It's almost time to rest, so I won't drink tea and coffee. I can only use these glasses of water to entertain you."

Macka handed the cups of water to the few people and sat down on the sofa at the same time.

"Thank you, water is fine."

Logan nodded in response, and then asked curiously: "I don't know why you called us here this time? As long as it doesn't violate the principles, I can help."

He could see that Macka asked them to come here, and he must have something to ask for.

Macka smiled and said, "There are indeed some things that need to be done for you, including the professor. I'm afraid you will have to work hard later."

After this, Charles was slightly stunned, and then he said with embarrassment: "Although I am happy to help, my body can't stand the tossing now. If I participate in the mission, it will be a drag."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Macka shook his head and explained: "Of course I won't assign you any tasks. Although there are indeed many things to do on the farm, we don't have to let an old man complete these trivial tasks."

This confused several people.

Logan asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What do you need the professor for?"

Maika hesitated and smiled bitterly: "I hope the professor can resume his old career as a teacher and teach the children in the shelter."

"Teaching?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then he was flattered and said: "No, no, no, I haven't taught students for a long time. I'm afraid I can no longer become a qualified teacher."

He is almost a hundred years old now. At such an old age, it is difficult to teach any students.

"Professor, please don't be humble. The knowledge in your brain is definitely the most precious treasure in the history of human civilization. I very much hope that it can be passed on and let these children master this knowledge. I think this is what you hope to see." Yes."

Maika looked at the professor expectantly, "If it wasn't impossible, I wouldn't bother you. It's just that the resources of the shelter are limited now. We don't have that much money to hire good teachers, but I don't want to let those children live their whole lives. I can’t feel the charm of learning. Fortunately, you are here. I hope you can fill these gaps.”

Charles hesitated, glanced at Logan and the others, thought of the little mutants including Laura, and finally nodded, "Okay, but I need two days to prepare. I haven't taught in too many years. I need time." Let’s get back to where I was when I was a teacher.”

Macca suddenly smiled, "That's great, Professor, I believe the children will like your education very much, and your knowledge will be passed down among them. I thank you on behalf of the children."

Charles smiled wryly, waved his hands, and stopped talking.

Maika looked at Logan and Victor again, "Logan, I hope you and Victor can also serve as teachers in the shelter."

These words once again stunned the two of them, and Victor said bluntly: "I think you must be crazy. He and I don't even have academic qualifications, and we don't know how to teach children."

Both of them are almost two hundred years old. In their time, what they learned was different from what they learn now, and neither of them had any schooling experience.

"No, I hope you can teach me some combat self-defense skills and combat experience."

Maika answered again, and then said with a bitter look on his face: "To be honest, although there are more than a hundred mutants in our shelter, there are only about ten people who are actually capable of fighting, and the others are not too old to be able to fight." In combat, he is still too young and has not fully developed his abilities.”

"If we are surrounded and suppressed by government forces, the current combatants alone will not be enough. We urgently hope that you two can improve some combat capabilities for some school-age children and expand the defense force of the shelter."

After Maika finished speaking, he looked at the two of them with a sincere expression.

Only then did Logan understand the purpose of Maika looking for them. He thought he was going to arrange a task, but he didn't expect that they would be asked to serve as teachers in the shelter.

After thinking for a while, Logan nodded and said: "If we just teach combat ability and combat experience, Victor and I can do it."

Both of them fought from World War II to the present. In terms of combat experience, I am afraid that no one has more combat experience than them.

"grateful."

Maika breathed a sigh of relief again, and finally looked at Caliban with a smile on his face, "Caliban, although I can't arrange anything for you now, your abilities are very important to our sanctuary and we need to rescue other mutants. I'm afraid I need you to take action when the time comes, and I hope you won't refuse. Of course, don't worry, it's just tracking, and we will try our best to avoid putting you in danger. "

Caliban heard the importance Maika attached to him in his words, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Of course, don't worry, I can do anything as long as safety can be guaranteed."

Maika nodded with a smile, and smiled sincerely at a few people: "Thank you for your help to the shelter."

Logan smiled and waved his hand, "Now that we are also members of the shelter, it is our duty to do what we can."

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something and said with some worry: "By the way, is there any way you can get some medicine? The professor suffers from Alzheimer's disease and needs medication, but we don't have much medicine left."

Without drug suppression, Logan was worried that the professor would erupt in a state of confusion that could destroy the entire sanctuary.

"This is a small matter."

Maika smiled and said: "The medicines in our clinic are very complete. Basically, there are all the commonly used medicines on the market. If you need them, you can just register and get them."

After establishing the shelter, Maika clearly understood the importance of medicine reserves. Many medicine shelters have preparations to prevent various accidents.

Logan and Charles couldn't help but look at each other and immediately relaxed a lot.

Medicines have always been what troubles them the most, and today's professors cannot live without those medicines.

"Thank you." Charles and Logan quickly nodded their thanks.

Maika smiled and waved his hand, and then chatted with a few people about some basic conditions of the shelter. By the time the chat ended, the sky was completely dark, the moon hung high, and the sky was full of stars.

Logan and the others said goodbye to Macca and pushed the professor back to rest.

When he returned to his residence, Logan couldn't help but ask: "What do you think of Micah?"

Caliban thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I think he's pretty good, and he's very good to the people in the shelter."

Victor was silent for a while and murmured: "I always feel that guy is a bit scheming, but overall he's not bad."

Listening to the two answers, Logan nodded thoughtfully, and finally looked at Charles, "Professor, how do you feel?"

Charles thought for a moment and nodded, "So far, I haven't felt any malice in his heart."

He can see through people's hearts. He knows whether some people are friendly to him. Maca doesn't give him the impression of being a bad person.

Logan was relieved, "Professor, I hope your intuition is right."

Caliban couldn't help but roll his eyes at Logan, "Logan, your burden is getting smaller and smaller. After so many years of fleeing, we finally found a place with a place to sleep and food to eat. It's not hot or noisy, and the scenery is beautiful. You don't have to worry about waking up and finding a place full of pickets outside the door. Don't think too much. Just stay here honestly."

Logan smiled bitterly, feeling that many years of fleeing had indeed made him too cautious.

Thinking about it, he patted Caliban's shoulder, "Okay, take the professor to take a shower first."

As Caliban pushed the professor into the bathroom, the door was suddenly knocked.

Logan looked at the sky, wondering who else would come to visit in the middle of the night.

When he opened the door, he saw Lorna standing outside. She smiled and asked Logan, "We need to go out tomorrow to buy some supplies for the shelter. Do you and Victor want to go together?"

Before Logan could speak, Victor in the living room quickly stood up, ran over, and nodded repeatedly, "Let's go, we must go!"

He looked at Lorna excitedly.

After two hundred years, he thought he would never come back, but now that he has returned to his hometown, he must go out for a walk!