American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

On the desert road, yellow wind and sand swept past.

The black car broke through the wind and sand and drove quickly on the road.

Behind the car, several motorcycles were driving side by side, occupying almost the entire road.

The motorcycle engine roared and roared, chasing the car in front. The members on the car shouted and raised their guns, like a group of hunters chasing their prey.

"Who are they?"

Logan held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He had pushed the car's gear to the extreme and stepped on the accelerator completely. The car whizzed like a blade cutting through the wind and sand.

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He looked through the rearview mirror at the group of crazy guys behind him and couldn't help but ask.

"A few bastards from a motorcycle gang!"

The man in a black suit sat in the passenger seat, holding the handle firmly with his hand, looking disgusted.

"Is it them?"

Logan has also heard about the motorcycle gang. They are a group of riders who hang out in the desert. They often engage in highway robbery. To put it bluntly, they are desert bandits.

However, highway robbery seems to be just a sideline business of motorcycle gangs. They mainly operate the tavern industry. Many taverns in the desert have motorcycle gang backgrounds. Highway robbery is more like the entertainment behavior of a group of lunatics.

"Watch the front!"

The man in the suit suddenly pointed to the road ahead and made a sharp crackling sound.

Logan turned his sights on the rearview mirror back to the road, and saw two pickup trucks suddenly appearing in front of the avenue. They crossed the road in the middle, completely blocking the entire road.

"Damn it!"

Logan cursed and quickly turned the steering wheel. The vehicle turned around like it was drifting, rushed off the road, and raced on the desolate desert. The yellow sand rolled up by the wheels looked like a sandstorm.

However, the guys from the motorcycle gang don't seem to be planning to give up on the big fish of men in suits.

They also turned around and whizzed through the wind and sand, chasing after him.

Bang bang bang! ! !

The sudden sound of gunfire covered up the roar of the engine, making it particularly harsh in this wilderness.

In the rearview mirror, Logan could clearly see that the madman on the back seat of the motorcycle gang had stood up, holding his companion's shoulder with one hand and holding a gun with the other, and kept shooting at the car.

Bang bang!

Logan felt the car body shaking violently, and suddenly felt bad. When he looked back, he saw that the rear seat window had been hit by a bullet, and the tempered glass instantly cracked like a spider web.

The intensive barrage fire made the entire car body buzz.

"Faq, my car!"

Logan's eyes were filled with distress.

No customer wants to ride in a car with bullet holes in it that makes them think the driver is a thug!

And the money to repair the car is a huge expense, which is simply unacceptable to Logan now!

Logan held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a pistol from the drawer with the other hand and threw it to the man in the suit, "Kill them!"

When he is unwilling to expose the steel claws, the straightforward deterrent effect of the pistol can easily dissuade some gangsters, so even if it is rarely used, Logan will put it somewhere within easy reach.

The man in the suit was obviously a little surprised that Logan suddenly pulled out a pistol, but he still loaded it skillfully, holding the grip in one hand and holding the pistol out the window with the other, constantly pulling the trigger to fight back at the motorcycle gang behind him.

But this is not a smooth road after all.

The vehicle was driving rapidly on the desert full of rocks, and the wind and sand rolled up made it possible for people to open their mouths and fill their mouths with dust.

The violently shaking car made it impossible for the man in a suit, who was not very proficient in shooting skills, to aim. After a few rounds of bullets were fired, he was miles away from the target!

Bang bang bang! ! !

The madmen from the motorcycle gang continued to shoot.

Logan could see several more clear bullet holes in the car through the rearview mirror, which made him completely furious. He grabbed the gun from the man in the suit and shouted, "I'll do it!"

When the man in the suit saw that Logan's hands were about to leave the steering wheel, his expression suddenly turned pale, "I'll pay for the repairs, so quickly put your hands on this damn steering wheel!"

Compared to the crazy shooting of the crazy group of motorcycle gangs, he was more afraid that the vehicle would roll over at this speed!

Logan ignored the man in the suit's warning, held the steering wheel with one hand, and leaned half of his body out of the window.

The howling wind completely messed up his cheap suit, and his messy hair was instantly covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.

The car shook violently, twisting wildly in the desert like a dragon wagging its tail, and it might roll over at any time.

At this speed and in such an environment, once it rolls over, the entire car will be scrapped instantly, and the passengers will die from the violent impact as soon as it rolls over!

The man in the suit's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, his hands were tightly holding the handle, and his whole body was curled up on the chair.

He felt that Logan was a hundred times crazier than those crazy motorcycle gangs!

However, Logan didn't care and aimed at the group of crazy guys behind him in a weird posture.

Bang!

After a crisp gunshot, a clear bloody hole appeared on the forehead of a motorcycle driver.

The unbalanced motorcycle fell over and rolled violently in the wilderness. The two people on the car were thrown away. The huge inertia caused their bodies to be instantly torn apart by the stones in the wilderness!

Although Logan is famous for his steel claws, he was a veteran of World War II before that, and he has not forgotten the firearms skills engraved in his bones!

Bang bang bang! ! !

After several consecutive shots, all five motorcycles fell over. In such an environment and speed, it was basically impossible to survive the accident. The bodies would be completely covered by the yellow sand in a short time.

"No one is chasing me."

Logan sat back down, threw the gun onto the passenger seat, leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it with the car's cigarette lighter, and blew out a puff of smoke.

"You are such a madman!"

The man in a suit sat in the passenger seat and gasped for breath. The thrill just now left him still frightened.

"Don't forget, the money to repair the car."

Logan just said indifferently and controlled the car back to the main road.

Without the pursuit of the motorcycle gang, there would be no more interruptions along the way, and the car entered the city of Santa Fe in a short while.

Once here, the situation of the man in the suit is completely safe. Motorcycle gangs rarely dare to cause trouble in Santa Fe City.

"Dude, thanks."

In front of a construction company, a man in a suit got out of the car and handed a thick envelope, "Ten thousand dollars, and the other five thousand is enough to repair the car."

Although this guy is crazy, the man in the suit is willing to pay for such peace and quiet.

"Um."

Logan took the envelope and simply glanced at it without counting it on the street.

The principle of keeping wealth private applies everywhere, especially in a place like this.

The man in the suit did not leave directly, but took out his business card from his arms and handed it over, "My name is Chris Lawrence. If you want to do big business in the future, you can contact me."

"Lawrence?"

Logan remembered that the most famous family in Santa Fe City also had the surname Lawrence. This family was not a simple family. They believed in both black and white and had a great reputation in Santa Fe City.

"That's right, it's the Lawrence you think of."

Chris Lawrence smiled and said, "We'll see you again if we have the opportunity to work together again."

Logan looked at the business card in his hand and had an idea for a moment.

Maybe it's time to consider changing jobs.

His previous plan was to buy a boat and take the professor to live on the sea. In the vast ocean, even if the professor loses control, the risk can be minimized.

But now the awakening of his new ability made him give up this idea.

Instead of living an ignoble existence in the vast ocean, what he should do is to restore the glory of his tribe and get rid of this damn situation at this stage!

And the money required for this goal cannot be supported by an Uber driver.

Now he can hardly even afford the professor's medication!

Putting the business card away, Logan drove to the hospital and parked not far from the hospital's garbage passage and waited quietly.

After waiting in the car for a while, I saw a caregiver sneaking out.

Logan got out of the car decisively, walked up as if nothing had happened, and walked side by side with the caregiver.

"Look ahead, don't look at me!"

The caregiver kept looking forward, trying not to look so conspicuous.

"medicine."

Logan didn't look at him and responded in a low voice.

"two thousand."

The nurse whispered, her voice unmistakable.

"Are you crazy? It used to be one thousand and fifty!"

Logan was very dissatisfied with the nurse's quote. It was a full five hundred dollars more expensive than before. This was several days' wages for him!

"Nowadays, hospitals have stricter control over drugs. It is normal for prices to increase. Even a cent less than 2,000 yuan will not suffice."

The nurse tightened the bottle of medicine in his pocket. As long as the price could not be negotiated, he would turn around and leave without hesitation.

"Damn it!"

Logan reluctantly took out two thousand dollars and quickly stuffed it into the caregiver's pocket.

The nurse also stuffed the medicine bottle in his pocket into Logan's pocket at lightning speed, and the two parted ways.

Back in the car, Logan took out the medicine in his pocket and checked it carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he decisively started the car and quickly drove out of the city.

All the way across the desert highway, beyond the border is Mexico.

The car stopped outside an abandoned factory.

In front of an abandoned house in the factory, Logan pushed open the rusty iron door. The rusty door bolt made a sharp creaking sound when the door was pushed open.

"who?"

In the messy house, a pale man walked out of the corner holding a shotgun.

"It's me, Caliban."

Logan held the medicine, pushed the shotgun in Caliban's hand away from him, and strode into the house.

Caliban breathed a deep sigh of relief, looked outside the door to make sure there was no one, then put away his shotgun and said, "Send a message in advance next time you come back."

Logan shrugged, "Don't be nervous all day long, no one is trying to kill you."

Caliban suffers from albinism and has pale skin lesions. He cannot be exposed to strong light and has to wrap himself into a mummy even if he wants to go out.

Being in a cold environment all year round made this guy suffer from persecutory paranoia.

"Don't tell me this, go see the professor first."

Caliban returned to the stove and continued to slowly cook today's lunch.

Logan poured the pills he just bought into the bowl and asked, "How is he doing?"

"It's always the same, nagging all day long."

Caliban shrugged helplessly.

In his opinion, the professor is now a crazy old man, a time bomb that can explode at any time.

"well."

Logan sighed helplessly, took a glass of water, and walked out the door with the pills.

It was noon at this time, and the noon sun in the desert was simply frighteningly poisonous. The baked yellow sand seemed to have layers of space fluctuations.

Logan braved the scorching sun and came to a huge water tower.

The round water tower used to hold the daily water for hundreds of people, but now it is in ruins.

Under the scouring of wind and sand and the scorching sun, the surface of the huge water tower is already covered with rust, and many iron sheets cannot resist the erosion of nature, revealing large and small holes.

Logan looked at the water tower and sighed as he opened the heavy door of the water tower.

The inside of the water tower was transformed into a room, with a desk, a bed, and even a clothesline for hanging clothes.

An old man sat in an electric wheelchair, controlling the wheelchair to circle in the huge water tower, and muttering to himself.

Logan closed the door of the water tower and called the old man softly: "Charles."