American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

Similar to the Wolverines in most other universes, everyone in the world may have forgotten 'Jimmy', but only Logan will not forget it.

He is Wolverine's only blood relative in the world.

Now Logan is no exception.

Before he awakened his mutant powers, he was the heir to a farm, and Victor was the gardener's son.

Later, Logan accidentally bumped into the gardener who killed his father. In a rage, he awakened his abilities and killed the gardener. Afterwards, he learned that he was also the illegitimate son of his mother and the gardener, and that Victor was his half-brother.

Later, in order to avoid capture, the two left the farm to live together, and participated in World War I and World War II together, relying on their mutant abilities to kill everyone on the battlefield.

When Logan first time travelled, he spent some time with Victor. Although Victor had a bad temper and was even indifferent to human life, Victor cared deeply about Logan.

It wasn't until decades ago that the two parted ways, and they never crossed paths again. They never expected to meet in Las Vegas.

"With no news for so long, I thought you would never come back while you were in the Middle East."

Logan happily patted Victor on the shoulder, "Where have you been all these years?"

Victor smiled and shook his head, pointing to a small apartment in front: "My home is nearby, let's go have a few drinks together. Too many things have happened in the past few years, and I can't finish talking in two or three sentences."

"Okay, I happen to have time. Even if I drink all night, it won't affect me."

Logan smiled and nodded in agreement. When old friends get together, they do need a few glasses of wine to tell the story.

Victor took Logan to his apartment, and explained on the way: "After I separated from you, I have been hanging around in various mercenary groups, and I have done well. I even set up a small mercenary group to wander around. All over the world.”

Victor talked as he walked, fascinated by the past scenery.

"later……"

Victor continued to speak, "What happened in Westchester was very big. You should also know that after that, the government began to target mutants. My mercenary group was dispersed. I I was also forced to flee, oh, it was a difficult time.”

While talking, Victor led Logan into a remote alley, "I originally wanted to seek revenge from government officials. Those politicians ruined my life, but with the emergence of genetically modified foods, my abilities have also changed." Degeneration has occurred, and now I can no longer withstand twenty minutes of being shot like I could on the battlefield, so I am forced to terminate my revenge."

While they were talking, the two of them walked into a very old-looking apartment. All the facilities seemed to be from seventy or eighty years ago.

Victor opened the door to a room, and there was a smell of decay in the small room. The table was filled with empty beer bottles, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. It seemed that Victor was often alone. drink.

"Come in." Victor invited Logan in and explained with a smile: "It's a bit messy, but we can live in it."

While speaking, he swept away the empty wine bottles on the table.

Logan looked at this small room and didn't dislike it. He just smiled and said, "As long as you can drink."

He knew that Victor was wanted now, and it was not easy to rent a house that did not require identification documents.

Logan sat down at the table, and Victor took out a stack of cold beer from the refrigerator. The two opened the can, clinked glasses, and took a big gulp.

"What happened next? How did you come here?"

Logan asked Victor.

Victor sighed and shook his head, looking a little lonely, "In order to avoid the government's blockage, I came here after many twists and turns, and now I am working for the local wealthy businessman Mr. Nolan Lander. He is a mean guy."

"Do they know who you are?"

Logan asked in surprise, only feeling that the current Victor was not similar to the one he knew well. In the past few decades, this guy may have changed a lot.

"I'm not as famous as Wolverine. Even if I use my real name, I'm afraid no one will recognize me."

Victor smiled, raised the bottle and touched it with Logan.

"That's all in the past tense."

Logan smiled bitterly, raised his head and drank the drink. He was exhausted mentally and physically and said: "I hope they forget about me now. If they know that I am here, those bastards will come to the door in three days, fully armed."

"Don't worry. The streets are full of Avengers now. Everyone's eyes are attracted to the Avengers. No one knows about Wolverine and the X-Men."

While speaking, Victor's eyes dimmed, staring at the bottle of wine in his hand. Nowadays, even the spokesperson on the beer is the Avengers.

"Do you regret it?"

Victor suddenly raised his head and stared into Logan's eyes.

Logan knew that he was asking if he regretted joining the X-Men.

When the government targets mutants, the first ones are naturally the X-Men and Xavier Academy for Geniuses. If Logan had never joined the X-Men and did not have such a great reputation, with his strength, he might not have become as miserable as he is now. .

Logan stared at the bottle in silence for a long time, shook his head and said, "I only regret that I did things the wrong way."

While they were chatting, a quick phone call rang.

Victor picked up the phone and answered the call.

I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Victor’s response was only one word, “Got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Victor drank the beer in his hand and said a little apologetically: "Sorry, I have to leave for a while for work reasons. You wait for me here. I will be back in an hour. "

"You still have to work so late?"

Logan looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Victor sighed helplessly, "My boss has a bad debt. The debtor hasn't shown up for several days. I heard that he just went home. If I don't collect it now, I'm afraid I won't be able to find him tomorrow."

Hearing this, Logan also stood up, "I'll go with you. Anyway, I don't have anything to do now."

Victor glanced at Logan and nodded.

The two left the apartment and came to a shabby street near the suburbs.

This street is very much like the dark side of Las Vegas, with messy roads, dirty garbage everywhere, and a drainage ditch filled with a foul smell. Some sloppy gang members and drug addicts sat casually on the road, looking up at passers-by, and the graffiti on the walls of the street were painted with all kinds of weird things.

If Victor didn't look easy to mess with, they might have been surrounded by this group of gangsters.

The two stopped in front of a shabby apartment building.

"That's it. That guy lives on the second floor."

Victor's eyes swept back and forth over the dilapidated apartment building.

"How much does he owe your boss?"

Logan was curious about how big the debt was that was worth Sabertooth's personal action.

"Fifty thousand."

Victor raised five fingers, "This guy's name is Elder, he's a gambler, he owed fifty thousand in Mr. Notland's casino three months ago, Mr. Notland gave him a three-month deadline, but when the time came, he couldn't find him, and the people downstairs said they had seen him gambling in other casinos."

He said in a colder tone: "This damn gambler would rather take the money to other casinos to bet than pay his debts."

Logan was silent for a moment, "I thought it was fifty million."

After all, Sabertooth would never do anything for an unknown person, let alone small matters like debt collection.

Victor just shook his head, did not respond, and strode upstairs.

Logan followed him and continued to ask: "Do you usually help Mr. Notland collect debts?"

"This is just one of them."

Victor shook his head and said: "You know, anything can happen in the casino. I am responsible for handling some chores that are not easy for the police to interfere with."

"You have changed."

Logan said bluntly, "You used to be too disdainful to bend down to do these trivial things."

"Just for a living."

Victor's expression was a little gloomy, "You should know that it is difficult for me to find a decent job with my identity."

As they spoke, the two came to a big door.

"This is it."

Victor stretched out his hand and knocked on the door hard. The whole door was shaking and dust kept falling. He said fiercely: "Elder, open the door, I know you are in there!"