American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

Logan clenched his fists and stared coldly at the five old men in front of him.

This body is old, but he is not a fish on the chopping block. A few old Mo with guns can bully him at will!

"Boy, come on together."

Loganson stared at the few people coldly, and before waiting for the gun-wielding Lao Mo to pull the trigger again, he slammed his back foot on the ground, jumped up high, like an old wolf pounced on his prey, and hit Lao Mo hard with his huge fist. face.

He did not reveal his steel claws.

On the one hand, his old body prevented him from extending his steel claws, and on the other hand, he did not want to reveal his identity.

The characteristics of the steel claws are too obvious. Once word spreads, the group of guys who want to put mutants to death may immediately notice San Antonio.

He doesn't want to give up this relatively peaceful life yet.

But even if he didn't use the steel claws, the strength from his muscles and fists could still beat Old Mo until his nose was broken, his eyes turned white, and he fell straight in front of Logan and passed out.

"Oh my God."

Crewe, who was hiding half of his body behind the hotel door, was stunned.

I really underestimated James before.

This alcoholic chauffeur probably has many unknown past events.

The other four Lao Mo looked at the leader who fell on the ground with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and they were a little confused for a moment.

After looking at each other, the four of them swallowed subconsciously.

"He...he is alone!"

One of them suddenly shouted, "Come together!"

The four of them immediately took out their sticks from their pockets and swung them violently, then strode towards Logan.

Lao Mo, who was rushing at the front, raised his black swing stick high and slammed it down on Logan's head without hesitation.

But Logan ducked out of the way, and the stick fell into the air.

Before Old Mo could stop his hand, Logan's huge fist quickly swung out and hit Old Mo directly in the abdomen.

With just one punch, Lao Mo's abdomen was dented. The huge force knocked him back several meters, and he lay on the ground clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.

When the other three Lao Mo saw this, their expressions changed suddenly, but they had no time to pay attention to the situation of their companions. They waved their sticks together, trying to subdue Logan in one fell swoop.

But the arm of one of them was tightly grasped by Logan's suddenly extended palm.

The big hands, like iron pincers, firmly controlled Old Mo's arm.

Logan grabbed Lao Mo's arm and blocked a swinging stick coming from the other side. At the same time, he took advantage of the situation and hit Lao Mo's chest with his elbow.

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and Old Mo's chest was visibly dented, his ribs were broken, and he fell to the ground wailing dully.

Logan reached out his palm again, grabbed the neck of the old Mo on the left, lifted him up like a chicken, and swung him far away.

Old Mo seemed to be a kite with its string cut off, and it flew more than ten meters. He fell heavily to the ground, and his life or death was unknown.

At this time, an old Mo had quietly come up behind Logan, swinging his stick and hitting Logan hard on his thick back.

As expected, Logan fell to the ground in pain but did not appear.

Old Mo felt as if he had hit a steel plate, his palms were numb from the shock, and the stick in his hand was bent a lot.

Seeing this scene, Lao Mo's eyes were full of horror. He completely lost his mind to fight and turned around to run away.

But how could Logan give him this opportunity? He stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Mo's shoulder. He swung out his other hand without hesitation, knocking Old Mo away several meters and falling to the ground.

In just two minutes, the four old Mo's completely lost their ability to resist.

Lao Mo, who was hit in the abdomen first, seemed unwilling to give up and struggled to crawl towards the pistol that fell on the ground.

But Logan just glanced at him and suddenly raised his foot and stepped down.

The pistol was instantly trampled to pieces.

Seeing this scene, Old Mo suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Only then did he know that Logan still had to hold back, otherwise he would be able to twist off their heads with his strength!

"Get as far as you can."

Logan left a cold sentence.

The four fallen Lao Mo didn't dare to say anything, so they hurriedly got up from the ground, carried their unconscious eldest brother on their backs, and fled as fast as they could, disappearing into the night after a while.

Looking at the backs of the five people, Logan looked disdainful. He took out the cigarette case from his arms, lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and coldly snorted: "You can rob someone with just a gun."

But this is normal. In the liberal United States, where guns are free, basically every household has one or two guns.

However, the control of concealed pistols and fully automatic rifles is very strict. It seems that these veterans must have spent a lot of money to get such a pistol.

"James, another drink?"

Crewe, who hid half of his body behind the door, hesitated to speak, and finally did not ask.

He was certain that the guy who called himself James definitely had a story.

But in a place like San Antonio, which is a mixed bag, this situation is not uncommon.

"One more drink..." Logan said, and was about to turn around and go back to the hotel, but a sudden sound in his mind stopped him, "Wait a minute, I seem to be drunk."

[You dare to resist and don’t become a fish on the chopping board]

[Prestige +1]

Logan looked at the dark blue panel that appeared in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.

He shook his head and felt the cold night wind blowing against his face. After making sure that he had not drunk too much, his whole body suddenly felt a little down.

It seems that only I can see this thing?

[Endurance]: 6

[Strength]: 7

[Agility]: 7

[Speed]: 7

[Intelligence]: 5

[Defense]: 7

[Willpower]: 10

[Fighting Skills]: 7

[Prestige (Special)]: 1

[Special Attributes]: None

[Special Abilities]: Self-Healing Factor

[Current Physical Condition]: Gradually Weakened, in Poor Condition!

[Current Free Attribute Points]: 0

What does it mean?

Logan stared at the data panel that suddenly appeared and noticed the small words at the bottom of the panel.

[Except for special values, the normal values ​​of other data indicators are: 5]

[Increase prestige and get corresponding rewards. ]

[Note: Gaining prestige in the tribe doubles the effect. ]

[Rewards include free attributes, special abilities, special attributes, etc.]

Logan looked at these small words and took a while to react.

"Am I awakening a new ability?"

Possessing multiple abilities is not common among mutants, but it does not mean that there are none.

Some mutants, in addition to the mutant abilities that appear at birth, may also awaken some new abilities during their growth.

Jean Grey of Xavier's School of Geniuses had two mutant abilities, one was mind control and the other was thought control.

However, Logan did not expect that he could awaken new abilities at his age.

According to the new ability insights that came into his mind, it is linked to the tribe. By improving the prestige in the mutant tribe, one can improve one's own strength and obtain freedom attributes.

Moreover, gaining prestige from ordinary people can also improve oneself, but the effect is lower than that of the mutant tribe.

After completing the understanding of the new ability, Logan's stunned face was gradually covered with joy.

His current situation is really bad. His increasing age, coupled with the corrosion of external factors, makes his body worse day by day.

What's more, the situation of mutants is like a street rat. He is also wanted by the government. With the elderly Charles Xavier by his side, he has to live a miserable life every day.

No one wants to die with regrets, especially Logan. Even years of torture can't dull his passion.

"Are you still drinking?"

Kru looked at Logan who suddenly stopped, thinking that he was worried that the gunshot would attract the police, and said with a smile: "This is a damn place. If we don't call the police, no one will come to take care of it."

"Drink!"

Logan's weathered face smiled, but he didn't answer, just laughed and responded: "I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."

The emergence of new abilities made him see a new dawn, and he drank until late at night.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that he left the hotel with the bottle of wine and staggered back to the car to rest.

As an Uber driver in recent years, he rarely went back to "home". The so-called "home" was actually an abandoned old factory. There was no warmth of home, and coupled with the busy work, he mostly spent the night in the car.

In the back seat of the car, Logan lay through the skylight and looked up at the stars.

The starlight tonight was different from before.

The stars looked particularly bright, and the night breeze was particularly comfortable.