American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants

Conrad walked into the pub without looking back.

"This guy is always like this."

Samuel looked at the door of the pub and shook his head helplessly, "I'll go call him out."

It was only the first day of the mission, and Samuel didn't want the team to get too stalemate.

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Logan turned his head and looked at Josh on the other side.

At this time, Josh seemed to be indifferent to what was happening in front of him. He stood there motionless, with his hands on his chest, looking like he had nothing to do with it.

Logan thought for a while, and pulled Samuel who was about to enter the pub, "I'll go."

Samuel was stunned, turned back and looked at Logan worriedly, "With his personality, he won't listen to you."

He knew that the reason why Conrad was so irritable today was because Logan took his position as the leader.

Logan went in to call him, not only could he not call him out, but it might also aggravate the conflict...

But Logan ignored him, pushed open the door of the pub, and strode in.

The light in the pub was dim, and many people gathered together drinking beer and chatting in a low voice.

Conrad sat alone at the bar. He seemed to be very familiar with the receptionist of the tavern. He had already finished half of the drink in his hand and was whispering something with the receptionist.

Logan walked to Conrad and sat down, raised a finger and said to the receptionist: "Hey, a glass of wine."

Conrad glanced at Logan, but did not speak. He just turned around slightly and continued to drink.

The receptionist also handed a large glass of beer to Logan.

Logan glanced at Conrad and raised the glass, "Follow me after you finish this glass. This place is too messy. We must ensure the safety of the goods!"

He knew that Conrad wanted to enter the Lawrence family, but Logan was not interested in these. He just wanted to complete the task quickly and get the salary.

After that, Logan raised the glass and drank the full glass of beer.

"Old man, what are you worried about? I have been running this route for three years, and there has never been any accident with the goods I escorted!"

Conrad looked at Logan with a cold snort. He really didn't know what was wrong with Chris's brain to let a 60-year-old coward be their leader.

If something really happened, this guy might be scared to death by the gunshot!

Logan didn't want to respond too much to Conrad's contemptuous attitude. Years of life on the run have taught him how to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"I just want to complete the mission early, take the money and leave."

Logan pointed out that he would not stay in this so-called leader position for too long, and he would leave after the mission was completed, hoping to let Conrad let go of his grudge against him.

However, Logan's tolerance made Conrad even more disdainful.

Conrad took another gulp of wine and snorted coldly: "If you want money, then follow my rules and sleep well here for a night!"

Logan stared at him coldly, his expression gradually becoming cold.

Blindly tolerating him seemed unable to change this arrogant guy, so when necessary, he could only use force appropriately!

"I'll give you three seconds to make a choice."

Logan started counting directly, "One..."

Conrad was not afraid of Logan's dangerous eyes, but showed a face of teasing, and counted for Logan provocatively, "Two, three, four, five, six..."

Bang!

Before Conrad finished counting, a fist as hard as steel hit him in an instant.

The severe pain on his face turned Conrad's countdown into a scream, and his body fell back and fell heavily to the ground, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"I am the leader of this mission. Put your bad temper back and listen to my arrangements. This is just a warning, and I don't want it to happen next time!"

Logan stared coldly at Conrad on the ground and put away his waving fist.

"Damn it! Old man, you dare to sneak attack me!"

Conrad stood up with an angry face. The sudden heavy blow made his vision a little blurred. He felt a dampness under his lips. He reached out and touched his palm, which was covered with scarlet nosebleed.

He stared at Logan, and his sturdy figure made him look like an angry brown bear.

He didn't think that Logan was so strong when he was knocked down by Logan's sneak attack. He just thought that he was careless. If it was a head-on battle, this old man would definitely not be his opponent!

He clenched his fists and raised his hands to swing at Logan. The bulging muscles on his arms showed that he had used up all his strength in this punch. If he was a normal 60-year-old man, it would be basically impossible to survive this punch.

Conrad was obviously extremely angry about Logan's sneak attack. Under the influence of alcohol, his eyes were full of rage and hostility!

Whisper!

Logan didn't give the mercenary any face at all. He stretched out his palm and grabbed Conrad's arm like an iron clamp. With a gorgeous shoulder throw, he directly smashed this guy who looked as strong as a brown bear onto the wine table next to him.

Bang!

The wine table was instantly broken, and the broken wood pieces scattered all over the floor.

In an instant, the tavern was completely quiet. Everyone looked over and was stunned to see that Logan, who looked to be sixty years old, could actually give Conrad a shoulder throw.

The bartender at the front desk was also stunned for a moment, his face suddenly darkened, and he shouted loudly: "Fight outside, no fighting is allowed in the tavern!"

At the same time, several young men with short sticks ran out from the backstage and surrounded Logan in the middle.

"Don't worry, I will compensate for the losses here. This is just our private matter."

Surrounded by so many people, Logan's mood did not fluctuate at all. He used the rag in front of the bar to wipe off the blood on his fists.

"Ahem."

Conrad also stood up from the ground and stared at Logan angrily.

Such an attack actually did no real harm to the former mercenary, but being so humiliated by an old man made the anger in his heart burn to the extreme.

"I don't need you here, I can handle it myself!"

Conrad spoke to the circle of young people.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Logan fiercely, "Okay, old man, since you don't want to live, then I won't be polite. If you have the ability, we'll see you outside!"

After speaking, Conrad wiped the blood on his face, turned around and strode out of the tavern.

Logan didn't want to get into trouble with the tavern, so he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and threw it on the bar, treating it as the price of the drink and the money to pay for the table, and then strode out of the tavern.

In order to make Conrad obedient in subsequent tasks, it seems that a lesson is indispensable.

Fortunately, although his body is far inferior to that of his youth, it is still more than enough to deal with a mercenary.

As soon as he walked out of the tavern, Conrad picked up a steel pipe from the ground, turned around and swung it at Logan's head without hesitation.

There was no wave on Logan's face. He stretched out his hand and grasped the steel pipe firmly in his hand. Then he pulled hard and the steel pipe was snatched away from him.

Conrad was stunned for a moment, and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

He was very confident in his own strength. With this stick, steel could be bent directly.

But Logan was able to block it directly with one hand, and even snatched his own steel pipe away!

How is it possible? How could this old man be so strong!

Conrad's eyes widened and he stared at Logan.

He couldn't believe that an old man over fifty years old had such strength!

"What are you doing!"

There was a sudden explosion, and Samuel and Joshier strode towards this side. When they saw the two men at war with each other, they also saw the blood stains on Conrad's face. They realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to kill him. The two pulled apart.

"What happened? How come the fight started in just a few minutes!"

Samuel took the steel pipe from Logan's hand and threw it aside. His face was full of worry and a little surprised at the same time.

He could see that Conrad seemed to be at a disadvantage in this conflict.

Logan did not respond to Samuel, but just stared at Conrad coldly, "I am the leader of this mission. If you still act without permission, I don't mind maiming you before you go on the road!"

At this time, Conrad was obviously still surprised by Logan's power, but he still refused to admit defeat and snorted coldly: "Old man, if you have the guts, just give it a try!"

Samuel and Qiao Shier only felt overwhelmed and stopped them tightly, fearing that the conflict would escalate.

"Stop talking!"

Samuel tried to dissuade him. Such a thing happened on the first day of the mission. He really couldn't imagine what kind of friction there would be in the following days.

Bang! !

Just as the two were trying to dissuade Logan and Samuel respectively, a harsh collision sound suddenly sounded.

Several people were startled and quickly turned their heads to look.

I saw a small dent in the rear of a truck parked on the side of the road. The culprit was a black car that crashed into it.

"Damn it!"

Samuel and Josh looked at the smashed rear of the truck, and ignored Logan and Conrad, and quickly ran towards the truck.

The task this time is not to mediate disputes, the goods on the truck are the top priority!

Logan and Conrad looked at each other, put aside their disputes temporarily, and stepped forward together.

"Why are you driving so big a truck that you can't see it?"

Logan asked loudly at the two people who got out of the car.

"Sorry, sorry."

These were two black men, both very muscular. After getting off the car, they kept apologizing to Logan and the others. Their words had a very strong accent and they sounded like Mexicans.

"Don't worry, we'll pay for the repairs. It was just an accident."

One of them, Old Mo, reached into his pocket as if to take out money, his face was very sincere.

"Of course!" Samuel stared at the rear of the truck and said angrily: "The bumper has been smashed, and the repair costs are quite high!"

"Well, don't worry, money is just a small problem."

The two old Mo's looked at each other and smiled. The next moment, the old Mo who seemed to be paying the money suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket. What was in his hand was a shiny black pistol instead of a banknote!

Bang! !

Old Mo raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

The expressions of several people suddenly changed. Samuel looked at the fire from the muzzle of the gun, and his brain suddenly shut down, unable to make any reaction at all.

On the other side, Logan felt his scalp numb. His keen intuition made him react almost subconsciously. He jumped up suddenly and instantly knocked down the three people around him.

In the flash of lightning, the high-speed rotating bullets carried blazing fireworks, almost grazing against Logan's back.

The cheap suit he was wearing was torn out in an instant.

A clear blood mark was left on the solid back.