American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

New York, Logan never thought that he would return to this city in his lifetime.

He had too many memories of this place, Xavier School of Geniuses, X-Men, Scott, Jean, Beast, and the faces of old friends passing by on the familiar streets emerged in his mind.

Now that he has set foot in this city again, he has mixed feelings, and he is also worried that he will be recognized. After all, his photo when he was young is still on the wanted poster, and those guys have noses as sharp as dogs.

Fortunately, for this mission, the Lawrence family has made sufficient preparations, cleared all the checkpoints, and entered New York City easily without any inspection.

"Big cities are different."

In the driver's seat, Samuel looked at New York City in amazement.

This time, Logan was not alone in the mission, but combined with the previous team to act together. In addition to Samuel driving and Logan in the co-pilot seat, Conrad and Josh were also sitting in the back seat of the car.

As one of the four major financial centers in the world, New York is prosperous. There are tall buildings everywhere. Most of the people walking on the busy streets are successful people in suits. There are too many luxury cars and sports cars on the main roads, and there are countless luxury stores. It seems that the air is full of the smell of money.

It was evening when they entered New York. The streets were bustling, and the influence of the Avengers was unprecedentedly strong here.

The posters of the Avengers were constantly scrolling on the big screens in major business districts, and the interface was full of Avengers' peripheral toys.

The posters of Captain America holding a vibranium round shield were almost all over the streets and alleys. Children were happily holding the Hulk doll, the sci-fi helmet of Iron Man, and the hammer toy of Thor, etc.

The Avengers occupied the entire New York market.

Logan kept scanning the shops selling toys, and his divine light gradually dimmed.

In the huge city of New York, there was no trace of the X-Men.

But should he be thankful?

After all, no one would recognize him if he did that.

At the intersection, Logan looked at the big screen on the building next to him, which was showing a huge poster of the Avengers' "family portrait".

Passersby would always stop to watch and tell the children around them about the Avengers' deeds.

Logan looked at this scene with deep emotion.

The Battle of New York had just ended in 2012, and the Avengers were household names. People's worship of the Avengers had reached its peak.

"They are so glorious."

Samuel, holding a cigarette in his mouth and steering wheel in his hand, waited for the countdown of the traffic light, scanned the interface full of Avengers elements, and couldn't help sighing: "Although the Battle of New York created them, the price was not small. Many civilians suffered in this war. My cousin lives here. He saw with his own eyes that the car he bought with a loan for many years was smashed by the Hulk."

Josh in the back seat suddenly interrupted: "He should be glad that he was not smashed into a pulp."

Logan shrugged and said: "You can't expect that group of alien monsters to fight us in the Sahara Desert. You can't have your cake and eat it too. If you want to protect the earth, some inevitable destruction is inevitable."

Superheroes want to save the earth, naturally there will be some costs that no one in the world wants to see.

Samuel smoked a cigarette and turned to look at Logan, "You have never been a superhero, how do you know what the Avengers think?"

"Guess."

Logan smiled and stopped talking.

As the green light came on, Samuel started the car and drove all the way to the door of the hotel near New York Harbor.

Compared with the prosperous high-rise buildings in the city center, this suburb near the port is not so gorgeous.

The streets are no longer flat and flat. Every day, a large number of heavy trucks transporting goods go in and out, and the road is inevitably pressed into some potholes.

The people coming and going are no longer the elites in suits and leather shoes. Most of them are construction workers and porters wearing white sweatshirts and yellow safety helmets on their heads.

Logan and his friends opened a room in the hotel.

The accommodation fee here is very cheap, and the corresponding environment is naturally not much better. There is only one bed in the small room, and the shower in the toilet does not even provide hot water. Logan guessed that there may still be sweat left by the previous tenant on the sheets.

The main service objects of these cheap hotels are mostly dock workers or passengers who are about to land from the ship to stay overnight. If the fee is expensive, those people may prefer to sleep on the street.

Although the room was opened, Logan and his friends did not plan to rest.

It was already evening, and the sky was gradually getting dark. Their mission was at night, so there was no time for them to rest.

The four of them squeezed into a room. Conrad threw his travel bag on the bed sheet. After opening it, a large bag was filled with pistols, silencers, spare magazines, blades and other weapons.

The four of them took out their pistols, installed silencers, tested the guns, and stuffed bullets into the magazines.

"It's 7:30 pm now. We'll leave at 9 o'clock. The port will be closed at that time. No one will be guarding the containers specifically, but patrols will pass by from time to time."

Logan loaded the bullets while explaining the details of the mission, "Be careful not to be discovered by the patrol, otherwise once they call the police, the police and guards can surround the entire port within ten minutes. At that time, our only retreat is the sea behind the port."

As he spoke, Logan glanced at Conrad.

This guy has been silent since his departure. He basically didn't say a few words from Santa Fe to New York, and he no longer refuted any of Logan's remarks.

Obviously, after the last incident, this guy learned well and at least did not dare to openly oppose Logan.

"The goal this time is clear."

Logan put the compressed bullet clip into the pistol and said solemnly: "Chris wants us to find container No. 79. There are two boxes of goods numbered BU-26 and BU-27. That is our mission. Remember, handle the object with care. There is a high probability that there is priceless porcelain or other antiques inside, which are very valuable.”

Although Chris said there were antiques there, Logan actually didn't believe everything he said.

His intuition told him that this batch of goods was a hundred times more important than the so-called antiques!

The three Samuels nodded, and after arranging their equipment, they took out some compressed biscuits and water from their backpacks to replenish their energy.

As night falls, the evening breeze blows from the port, and the smell of salty and wet seawater comes to your nostrils. The moisture in the air is simply not comparable to that in the desert areas of San Antonio.

Logan and the others put on black clothes that were convenient for hiding in the night, drove around the port several times, and after determining the escape route, they parked the vehicle in a nearby parking lot and walked toward the port.

At this time, the port has been closed. There is a three-meter-high fence surrounding the outside. The roads leading to the interior of the port are also erected with straight poles blocking passage. There are guards holding batons on both sides of the straight poles to strictly guard them.

However, this obstacle naturally did not trouble Logan and the others. They groped their way to a fence in the corner, easily climbed over the fence and entered the port.

What comes into view is a large number of containers piled up here. Containers of various colors are piled up here neatly and orderly, with no end in sight.

"Oh my god, when will we find this?"

Samuel looked at the containers all over the floor and felt dizzy for a moment.

Logan squatted down, looked around cautiously, and whispered: "They are all placed in order. As long as you find the order, you can find them quickly."

After speaking, Logan walked carefully towards the container, checked the numbers on the containers, quickly sorted out the numbers on the containers, and followed the numbers towards the target.

During this period, we met several patrols, but these patrols were not strict in their search. They just walked around the container community with flashlights. Logan and the others hid behind the containers when they saw the light, and did not cause any trouble at all. Any attention.

After a smooth operation, the four finally found the target container No. 79.

"That's it!"

Samuel eagerly took out a small iron pliers from his lower back, "Get it early and go back to rest early. If we go back at this time, maybe we can have a couple of drinks in the bar downstairs of the hotel."

With that said, he was about to break the lock on the container.

"etc!"

Logan suddenly stopped him in a low voice and put his finger on his lips, "Shh, someone is coming."

His keen insight allowed him to clearly hear a thin sound approaching.

The three of them looked around blankly, but heard nothing.

Just as he was about to ask, deep footsteps suddenly sounded.

"Damn! Hide first!"

Logan glanced around and pointed at the two stacked containers opposite container No. 79.

The other three people understood and quickly climbed up the container and lay on the top.

The height of two containers makes it impossible to see the person lying on top when viewed from below.

After a while, the footsteps became clearer and louder, and the sound was very dense. It sounded like there were many people. More importantly, the other party did not turn on the flashlight, and at the same time deliberately slowed down his steps. It was obvious that he was definitely not a port guard.

The stranger's penetration made Logan frown.

"Rumlow, are you sure it's Container No. 79?"

A cold female voice came.

"Well, the intelligence shows this is where it is."

A dull male voice responded to her.

Oops!

Logan was shocked. The other party was also coming to Container No. 79!

In order to find out the other party's purpose, Logan carefully stuck his head out and saw the figure below clearly. He was stunned for a moment.

A team wearing special combat uniforms gathered around Container No. 79. The leader was a very charming woman with sassy orange-red hair and a beautiful face. She was wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform. The beautiful figure is perfectly displayed.

Black Widow, Natasha!

Logan recognized the woman's identity at a glance, his heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly retracted his head.

"What's wrong?" Samuel noticed something was wrong with Logan's expression and asked in a low voice.

Logan frowned and tried to keep his voice as low as possible.

"Damn, they're from SHIELD!"