I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Logan opened his eyes tiredly, and in a daze he heard someone arguing outside.

"Hurry up, why are you so slow?"

"The screws are too tight."

"Strong hard, idiot."

...

Logan shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel his discomfort after the hangover, opened the car door and staggered out. I saw a few punks, squatting on the ground, unloading the rear wheels of their own Rolls-Royce.

"Hi, guys," Logan tried to stand firm. "This car is rented. Be careful not to scratch the wheel."

These little gangsters were startled at first, and only after they saw clearly an old man with a beard and wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, who looked seven and eighty years old, did they breathe a sigh of relief: "Old man, if you don't want to die, Just get out of here."

"I'm serious, now such a car is not worth the money, you should change the place."

Logan is still trying to restraint.

"Fuck, a lot of nonsense."

A gangster stood up, drew a pistol, and pointed at Logan: "Hand over the car keys."

"Don't do this, I don't want to hurt you..."

"boom!"

Logan staggered back two steps and fell back to the ground, a bright red on his chest.

The gangster who shot the gun shook his head disdainfully, and said to the others: "You don't need to unload the tires. Go and find the key. Let's just drive the car away."

The others responded and put away the tools for unloading the tires. One of them swayed over, trying to search Logan's body and retrieve the car keys. But just as he stretched out his hand, Logan, who looked dead, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his neck, and threw him out.

"Watfak?" The other gangsters were startled, drew out their weapons, and looked at Logan who stood up again in surprise, "This old guy, do I think he is dead?"

Logan staggered to his feet, feeling his hot chest, and grinning, "I will warn you one last time. Get out of here, or you will be at your own risk."

"Fak squid, old thing." The little gangster gave a stern mouth, and said sharply, "Kill him for me."

A guy next to him waved an iron rod, rushed directly, and slammed Logan in the head. However, after only hearing a scream, the man screamed and fell to the ground, covering his face.

Knowing this time, other people saw that Logan's two fists were extended with three steel claws. It's just that on the right fist, there is one that only stretches out halfway after turning, but it also looks tingling.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

"Mutant, he is Mutant."

Along with the screams, the other punks, looking at Logan in a little horror, took two steps back one after another.

"damn it."

Logan also shook his head helplessly, reached out his hand to pinch the half-stretched steel claw, and forcefully pulled it all out.

"What's the panic? It's just an old man who has to die at any time."

In a pickup truck next to him, a strong man came down with a shotgun in his hand and said with disdain, "Is the guy in your hand eating dry food? Give it to me and kill him."

Under the intimidation of the brawny man's shotgun, the other gangsters moved forward tremblingly, forming a circle around Logan. Logan was just like an angry old wolf, gritted his teeth and let out a oozing roar. After a while, a small bastard suddenly rushed up with an iron rod, but Logan shot the kid out with just one claw.

But it's like sending a whistle in a game, and other punks rushed over howling. Logan wielded his steel claws desperately, but unfortunately, after all, his age was already high, and coupled with a hangover, his reaction power dropped drastically. Although they fought back two gangsters one after another, they quickly hit the back of the head with an iron rod, staggered forward, and just wanted to get up, but the other people swarmed up, fisting bricks and sticks, falling like raindrops, and smashed Logan. Can't get up when lying on the ground.

"Step aside."

Seeing that Logan was hit by his own little brothers, the boss dared to step forward with a shotgun, raised the gun to Logan's head, and wanted to pull the trigger and give him a headshot. But as soon as he touched the trigger with his finger, before he had time to squeeze it, an invisible force struck and took the gun from his hand in one fell swoop.

Not only the gun, but also the sticks and weapons in the hands of the other gangsters, they all flew out of thin air, floating in the air, turning the muzzle, and aimed at their original master.

Just when the gangster was dumbfounded, thinking that he had encountered a ghost, a figure fell from the sky and shouted, "Logan?"

Logan panted hard, straightened up from the ground laboriously, and looked back. After seeing the other side clearly, he shivered all over, stood up awkwardly, shook his head vigorously, and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Impossible, you are already dead."

"Why is I dead in every world?"

The visitor was naturally Magneto Magneto. He snorted a little dissatisfied, looked at Logan's embarrassed appearance, frowned and said, "Oh my God, Logan, how did you become like this?"

Logan apparently hadn't recovered from the shock. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and murmured, "Oh my God, I must have been drinking too much, or having a concussion, and hallucinations."

Magneto looked at the decadent Logan and knew that the Wolverine in this world had lived far more desperately than the Wolverine he knew, so he didn't say anything more. Just a random wave of his hand, the shotgun and pistol floating in the air fired at the same time, only hearing a burst of gunshots, "Bang Bang Bang..." all those little gangsters were robbed and killed by him.

Logan was taken aback by the gunshots and looked at the dead body lying on the ground and the weapons and guns falling from the air. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly pointed to Magneto: "Are you really Eric? Aren't you dead? You were all killed by Charles back then, why did you live again?"

"I was killed by Charles?"

Magneto's face turned black in an instant.

I managed to escape from a Blacken Professor X. Why did I run into a crazy Professor X again?

"Where is Charles? He is there, and I want to see him."

Magneto took a step forward and Logan immediately assumed an attacking posture. Unfortunately, Magneto just waved his hand. Logan, whose bones were all metal, immediately flew up involuntarily and fell heavily to the ground.

"I don't care if you are a human or a Ghost. Charles has paid for his mistakes back then. Please let him go."

Seeing hopeless resistance, Logan could only shout helplessly.

"Pay the price?" Magneto hooked his finger again, and Logan flew up again to face him. "What happened to Charles in this world?"

Logan's lips trembled a few times, and finally he sighed, "He has Alzheimer's disease, and he almost forgot who he was."

"Impossible, Charles has the most powerful brain on earth, how could he become an idiot?"

Magneto shouted a little excitedly.

Logan sighed, "Believe it or not, this is true. There is still the medicine I bought for him in the car. Back then, he lost control and killed so many X-Men because he became ill."

"No, I don't believe it." Magneto waved his hand and threw Logan into the car, and then he got in too, sternly, "Take me to Charles, right away, right away!"

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