American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

What happened in the tavern soon alerted various security departments.

The police officers at the city border received the order and immediately set up the checkpoints. Rows of steel lifting posts slowly extended from the ground.

This kind of fine steel post, as long as it is fully extended, even tanks cannot pass through.

But fortunately, Logan used the horsepower of the car to the extreme and rushed out of the city before the checkpoints were set up.

Seeing that the interception was ineffective, the border guards quickly retracted the posts and sent the patrol team to chase them.

"Damn, those guys are like mad dogs!"

Victor kept looking back, and several patrol cars drove at full speed, biting tightly, just like hyenas seeing a piece of meat.

"It's okay, there is a forest ahead, we can get rid of them there!"

Logan looked serious and calmly at the fork in the road ahead, which led to a lush forest. A winding path was interspersed in the forest, and there were many forked roads, which could easily get rid of the pursuers behind.

Looking at the pursuers behind him, Logan seized the opportunity and turned the steering wheel sharply. The car body made a perfect drift on the flat road and quickly drove into the forest trail.

The pursuers behind him also wanted to learn from Logan to turn the front of the car, but because the speed was too fast and the driver's operation was not skillful enough, the first car in the lead instantly overturned, and the car body rolled several times on the road. The life and death of the patrol members in the car was unknown.

The cars behind were so scared that they stepped on the brakes quickly. Fortunately, there was no collision, but when they turned the front of the car again and entered the forest trail, they couldn't even see the taillights of Logan and his car.

At the same time, Logan was speeding in the forest.

This kind of forest trail is not only tortuous, but also has many forks. It is not easy to successfully find them in such a complex environment.

Victor looked back at the situation behind from time to time, and he was relieved when he found that he had temporarily shaken off the pursuers.

He glanced at the girl in the back seat, then looked at Logan, frowning and asked, "What should we do now?"

This made Logan fall silent, and after a moment he said, "In short, we can't go back to the shelter in a short time, otherwise those guys with dog noses will definitely find the location of the shelter by smelling us."

Victor nodded. The guards of the shelter are still too weak now. Once they are discovered, they will face a catastrophe.

The patrol team's reconnaissance ability is extraordinary. As long as they leave any clues, they will probably be locked by those guys. Going back to the shelter now is no different from letting a wolf into the house.

"Let's find a place to hide first, and go back after the storm is over."

Logan sighed helplessly, and couldn't help but glance at the girl behind him through the rearview mirror while speaking.

The girl didn't know whether she was afraid or vigilant, and she shrank tightly in the chair in the back seat, not daring to move.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We are both mutants. My name is Logan and his name is Victor."

Logan introduced the girl softly, and then asked, "Where is your home? Do you need to be sent back?"

The girl was silent for a while, and then whispered, "My name is Clarice Ferguson."

After that, her expression was a little gloomy, "My home has been blocked by those guys."

"Clarice?"

Logan was slightly stunned and realized that she was Twinkle, of course, Twinkle in her teenage years. Now she looks only thirteen years old.

He also noticed that Clarice's pupils were slightly purple, which was not too obvious at the moment. It should be the characteristics of mutant ability that are gradually showing up.

"Do you have any other place to live? We can send you back."

Logan continued to ask.

Clarice shook her head with a gloomy face.

Her residence has been completely blocked by the guys in the picket team, including her little cash and food left. Now she doesn't know where to go.

Looking at the girl's appearance, Logan nodded and comforted her: "In that case, then you can go back to the mutant shelter with us. Don't worry, there are mutants there, it's very safe, and there are many children about your age. But before that, you may have to wander outside with us for a few days. We can only go back after we completely get rid of those guys."

Clarice listened to Logan's words, her brows slightly locked, obviously still a little wary, but thinking that she didn't know where to go, she could only nod helplessly in the end.

Logan stopped talking and concentrated on driving the car.

Soon, the car drove out of the forest, and there was a plain outside the forest, and the vision instantly widened.

In the middle of the plain, there is a farm, and there are many barns around.

After thinking for a while, Logan said to Victor: "This car has been noticed by the guys in the patrol team. It's too dangerous to drive it again. It has to be hidden."

"Are you talking about those barns?"

Victor understood what Logan meant and pointed to the farm to ask.

Logan nodded, "After hiding the car, we will find a safe place to hide for a few days and see if John and his men can come to pick us up, or wait until the storm has passed and then find a chance to go back."

The photos of this car have probably been reported to various police stations. It will be strictly checked if it appears anywhere. Driving it will only increase the risk of exposure.

Logan drove the car to the door of a barn. The door was not locked, so Logan hid the car inside.

But the noise attracted the migrant workers working on the farm. These guys thought it was some gangster who wanted to rob the farm, so they hurriedly ran over with shotguns, pointing the black muzzles at Logan and the others in the barn.

"Hey, don't worry, we don't mean any harm."

Logan quickly raised his hands and walked out of the barn.

When these farm workers holding shotguns discovered that this was an old man in his fifties or sixties, they lowered their guard a little.

"What are you doing here? This farm is private property and you cannot enter at will!"

The leader of the farm workers was still worried and asked Logan.

"Don't be so stingy."

Logan smiled and explained: "We are just a few travelers who have driven for more than ten hours. We are really exhausted and want to find a place to rest. But as you can see, besides this farm, there are already There are no buildings to rest in.”

"That's not okay, this is private property, leave now!"

The farmworker obviously didn't believe what Logan said and expelled him with a serious expression.

"What's wrong? What are you doing here?"

Just when Logan was about to continue speaking, a rough question came, and then a middle-aged man walked out.

"Sir, there are several illegal intruders here." A farm worker quickly reported to the man.

The man looked at Logan and the others, slightly stunned.

Logan also looked at the man. Judging from the attitude of the farm workers, this man should be the farmer of this farm.

Logan hurriedly said: "Sir, we are just travelers passing by and want to find a place to rest."

"Put down your guns. Are you going to entertain these three passengers with shotguns?"

The man scolded his farm workers, and then smiled at Logan and the others, "Of course you can rest. I have always been very hospitable. I'm really sorry. There are some gangsters around our farm from time to time. The farm workers are usually wary. I hope you don’t blame them.”

The farmworkers looked at each other and slowly put their guns back.

The man spoke again: "Okay, you go to work, I will receive these guests."

After saying that, he looked at Logan and the others again, "Hello, my name is James, and I am the owner of this farm. If you need to rest, there is a place on the farm, and I have just made lunch. You can Provided free of charge.”

James' enthusiastic attitude made Logan instinctively want to shake his head and refuse, but he thought that the guys on the picket team were chasing them. Maybe it would be safer to hide in the farm. After all, the farm was not small. Even if they were found by the picket team, they would still be safe. They can also escape quickly.

Thinking of this, Logan smiled and nodded to James: "In that case, thank you Mr. James, we just need a place to rest."

James smiled and walked with Logan and others through the farm to his house.

Along the way, Logan noticed that the farm was quite large. It was a large area of ​​lush farmland, exuding the fragrance of crops. In addition, there were horse pens, sheep pens, cattle pens, etc., and all kinds of livestock products.

In the center of the farm, there is a very luxurious villa.

James invited several people into the villa.

As soon as they entered, Logan and the others were instantly shocked by the decoration of the villa.

The retro decoration makes this villa look like it was built more than a hundred years ago, and every detail of the decoration is full of luxury, including carpets and curtains from Persia, leather sofas from Italy, and noble wood carvings. The exquisite tables and tables and so on are simply made of money.

In the middle of the hall, there is a staircase leading to the second floor. The wooden staircase looks very contemporary.

Clarice couldn't help but look around. She had never seen much of the world and was full of curiosity about everything.

Logan looked at the retro decoration with interest, "The layout of your house looks like something from more than two hundred years ago."

The decoration of the house here is so similar to his previous home, it feels like he has returned to the manor more than a hundred years ago.

James smiled and explained: "This layout is very old. It looked like this when I was born. I am a very nostalgic person. I have continued to use it since I inherited the family business."

After speaking, James waved to a few people and guided them to the restaurant on the left, "Please follow me, the food is ready."

At this time, the restaurant was filled with the aroma of food. The table was filled with sumptuous dishes, and a little boy was already sitting in front of the table.

Seeing James leading the guests in, the little boy was obviously very surprised. He quickly jumped off the table and ran up, hiding behind James, with half his head shrunk, looking at Logan and the others with curiosity, and finally his eyes stopped at Clarice seemed very interested, but too timid to say hello.

James smiled, pulled the child out from behind, and introduced with a smile: "This is my son George. The child is young and a little shy and dare not see people."

Logan nodded, looked at the two of them, and asked curiously: "You two are the only ones in the villa? Where is the child's mother?"

James' expression suddenly darkened, "She has passed away."

Logan was stunned and said quickly: "I'm sorry."

"fine."

James shook his head, as if he had looked away from everything, "She has been tortured by her illness for too long, and it would be painful to continue in this world."

He made an invitation gesture, "Come and eat first. I believe these meals will be to your liking."

Logan glanced at the dishes on the table, nodded slightly, and took Victor and Lacris to their seats.

During the meal, James suddenly asked: "Are you here for tourism?"

"Yes."

Logan nodded, "We walked for a long time to get here. The next step is to leave Canada and continue traveling around the world."

"So cool!"

George suddenly spoke and looked at Logan with excitement, "Then you must have seen a lot of things."

Logan smiled and nodded, "Indeed, there are many beautiful scenery along the way."

George's eyes shone, and then he looked at his father, and he was immediately discouraged, "I also want to travel, but my father doesn't have time at all, so I can only stay at school and on the farm."

Logan smiled and encouraged: "You are still young now, and you will have opportunities when you grow up. I also lived on a farm when I was a child, and it was only after I grew up that I started traveling around the world. But after being out for a long time, I felt that the farm Life is more leisurely.”

George still looked disappointed, "But it will still take a long time. I want to leave now, and no one comes to the farm. The only toys I can play with are the toys in the room. I'm bored."

Logan asked in surprise: "Where are your friends? If you invite them, I believe they will be very happy to come and play in such a big farm."

"No, their parents won't allow it."

George shook his head in disappointment, "They all said that our family was cursed and they didn't let the children have contact with me at all."

"Shut up, George!"

James suddenly slapped the table hard and yelled loudly.

When George saw this, he was so frightened that he stuffed his mouth back and could only eat with his head buried in his mouth.

Seeing James's angry face and George's frightened face, Victor couldn't help but lean into Logan's ear and whispered: "No wonder this guy is so enthusiastic after seeing us. It seems because No one to talk to."

Logan glared at him and told him to shut up.

James on the other side also looked at Logan and the others, and said with a smile: "Children are talking nonsense, don't mind."

Logan smiled and nodded, but he was still a little curious about the so-called curse, but it was obvious that James didn't want to continue this topic.

After the meal, James invited Logan and Victor, "I have saved a lot of portraits over the years, but I don't know much about painting. Since you two have traveled around the world, your horizons must be broader than mine. Can you help me take a look?"

Logan and Victor looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads: "I am very happy to appreciate the painting, but we have not done any research on the painting. If you want to get any comments from us, I am afraid you will be disappointed."

"fine."

James smiled, "Just think of it as me sharing my collection, just like a gathering of good friends."

Logan and Victor nodded and followed James to the studio on the second floor.

The place is filled with everything from portraits to still life paintings and even a few obscure abstract paintings.

Logan and Victor didn't do much research on paintings, but after all, they had lived for two hundred years and had more or less contact with some artists and the like. They couldn't make serious comments, but they could make some nonsense about some professional terms about paintings. .

While chatting about these paintings, Logan suddenly noticed a portrait locked in a glass cabinet.

The portrait showed a woman wearing a white dress, and the woman's appearance gave Logan a feeling of familiarity.

Victor also noticed this painting and whispered: "I really want to see this face somewhere."

Logan nodded. At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a farm worker stood outside the door anxiously, "Mr. Howlett."

Logan was stunned and quickly looked back.

At the same time, James next to him smiled and said, "Sorry, you two, I have to go take a look."

Victor was surprised and whispered to Logan: "His surname seems to be Howlett too."

Logan was also stunned. There was always a cloud of doubt gathering in his heart about James's background and the portrait in the cabinet.

"Mr. Howlett, there are several police officers coming outside. I'm afraid you need to step in to solve the problem."

The farm worker spoke to James very respectfully.

Hearing this, Logan and Victor's hearts sank, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

When James heard this, he also frowned, and immediately turned to the two Logans: "Boy, I'm very sorry, I have to leave to deal with some business issues on the farm, but I will be back soon. Just wait here for a while."

When James came downstairs, Logan quickly ran to the window, gently opened the curtains, and looked down.

I saw several police cars outside the door, and several pickets were gathering beside the cars.

Logan suddenly became nervous and subconsciously clenched his fists, preparing to escape from the farm.

Soon, James appeared downstairs. He started talking to the pickets and showed them his ID.

The people on the picket team seemed a little suspicious, but after answering the phone, they decisively returned the ID to James, then quickly got in the car and left the farm, without any intention of searching.

Logan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then his clenched fists loosened.

"Jimmy, come here and take a look!"

Big Victor suddenly shouted from behind.

Logan looked in surprise and saw Victor standing in front of the glass cabinet. He dug out an old book from under the cabinet and pointed to the title page of the book with excitement.

Logan walked over and saw "Elizabeth Howlett" written on it!

"This is your mother's name!"

Victor looked at the name on the title page, then looked up at Logan, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Logan was also stunned, thinking back to the layout of the villa, and seemed to remember something, "No, this is Howlett Manor? But I remember its address is not here!"