American comics: Omniscience and omnipotence, starting with the old Wolf

Outside the gas station convenience store, not far away, around the Chrysler in the open space, a few Mexicans got out of a van, looking at the expensive car, and their expressions were obviously a little excited.

Few people would drive a Chrysler here, after all, rich people basically wouldn't come to such a place at night to turn off the engine and rest.

It seems that the Chrysler parked in the open space may be rented by the owner, but these Mexicans don't care, as long as they can make money, they don't care about other people even if they die.

"Take the wheel, take the money and leave, don't make any more trouble"

"If you break the wheel again this time, I will make you pay."

"Quick, get started......"

"Go away, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Fuck, do you think you are here to have a party? Turn off the radio. If the police come, we will all be stuck."

Several Mexicans squatted beside the rear wheel of the car, fiddling with the wheel with tools in their hands. They looked excited. Perhaps it was because of the dim light.

They didn't notice that there was a person lying in the back seat.

They only focused on fiddling with the tires, and because of the excessive force, the shaking of the car became more and more intense, and the whole body of the car was shaking.

"Well......"

"Falk......"

In the back seat of the Chrysler, Logan Howlett had just finished drinking and was about to take a nap. He was a little confused and was ready to go out later in the night.

Unexpectedly, after just a few minutes of lying down, someone came up to cause trouble. From the sound of this group of people, it seemed that they were interested in his car.

This made Logan Howlett curse in a low voice. He staggered to his feet, opened the door and walked down, and walked around the front of the car.

"Hey! Don't lose the nut, bro"

"Hurry up, put them all in the car"

""Okay, be gentle, we have to go, guys, hurry up."

Sure enough, a few old Mexicans speaking Spanish gathered around the rear wheel. One of them squatted and twisted the nut on the tire. The man holding a flashlight behind him couldn't help but urge him.

"Hey guys, these nuts are all chrome and you guys have worn them out."

"Look at these tires, the coating has been completely scratched by you."

Uncle Wolf drunkenly swept the tires, not directly using violence like he did when he was young, but standing still and trying to persuade these old Mexican hooligans.

He no longer has the fighting spirit like he used to, and when encountering many things, he wants to deal with them leniently.

"Falk......."

Several old Mexicans slowly turned to look at him. The leader looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him with fierce eyes. His tone was full of threats. He said coldly:"Old man, are you sure?" The old Wolf Uncle supported himself on the car with one hand. His vicissitudes of life showed his decadence. He said weakly:"This car is rented. No one would spend money to drive one......."

Bang!

But before he could finish his words, the leader, Lao Mo, raised the short-barreled gun in his hand and pulled the trigger. Instantly, fire flew everywhere and the sound of gunfire resounded throughout the vast desert. Uncle Wolf's chest was hit hard and he fell to the ground.

"Are you looking for death? Keep working."

The leading old Mexican had fierce and contemptuous eyes, he clenched his pistol and spoke in a cold tone. Killing people in the streets of Santa Fe was not a big deal, not to mention that the target of the shooting was an old man with no strength and no background.

After saying that, several old Mexicans turned around and prepared to continue working.

But when they turned their backs, the bloody hole on the chest of Uncle Wolf, who was lying on the ground, stopped bleeding. He felt the pain in his body and cursed in a low voice,"Damn it."

Then Uncle Wolf shook himself and stood up. His gloomy eyes stared at the old Mexicans who continued to work around the rear wheel.

However, the movement of Uncle Wolf getting up once again attracted the attention of several people.

The leader of the old Mexicans held a flashlight in his hand, a little unbelievable,"How could it be..."....."

He was absolutely sure that when he pulled the trigger just now, the bullet must have pierced through this guy's chest. How could he still stand up? This was absolutely impossible!

"Honestly , you will regret this."

Uncle Wolf lowered his body slightly, his eyes like a wolf lurking in the dark night, or more precisely, an old wolf in his twilight years, his eyes full of cruelty....

It felt like even an old wolf would be enough to crush them all!

"Ugh!"

Uncle Wolf drunkenly raised his hands, and the sharp steel claws on his fists slowly extended out, but when he lowered his head, he found that the extended steel claws were getting shorter and shorter.

""Deal with him!"

The pupils of the leader of Lao Mo shrank, and his trembling voice showed that he was a little scared. Then, while Uncle Wolf was staring at the steel claw in a trance, he suddenly raised his fist and swung it at Uncle Wolf's temple!

Bang!

Uncle Wolf, who was stunned, was knocked back a few steps by the sudden punch, but he soon found the control, swung the steel claw and pierced the arm of the person on the right.

"Ah!"

The man held the pistol tightly, but before he could pull the trigger, it was torn off!

"Fuck! Kill him! This guy is a mutant!"

If the old Mo leader doesn't realize the identity of the person in front of him, he will have lived in vain for so many years. Although there have been no new mutants in the world for many years, the old generation of mutants have not died out.

They are still living in a corner of the world.

I didn't expect to meet one today.

Hearing the sound, the other old Mo did not dare to neglect it. They decisively raised their guns and pulled the trigger. Suddenly, the fire from the muzzle filled the space.

""Go to hell! Don't take a taxi!"

Uncle Wolf caught a glimpse of someone shooting at the car. His face changed drastically and he rushed over in a slightly embarrassed manner, blocking several bullets with his body.

However, his old body obviously couldn't withstand the continuous shooting of guns like the young ones. After a while, he staggered and leaned over.

Seeing this.

An old Mo next to him stepped forward and kicked Uncle Wolf to the ground, and immediately shouted to the people around him:"Kill him!"

The next second, the rest of the people rushed up and punched and kicked him to vent their anger. Even the old Mo leader raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Uncle Wolf's head. He was about to pull the trigger to get rid of this dangerous mutant.

At this time, a childish voice came from behind them,"What are you doing?"

Chen Tian, who had been staying in the convenience store at the gas station, saw that the time was almost right and ran out without hesitation. If his butterfly effect caused the death of Uncle Wolf, it would be bad.

Although Uncle Wolf has a self-healing factor in his body, his self-healing ability has declined drastically in recent years. No one can guarantee what kind of accident will happen.

At this time, when Chen Tian walked into the battlefield, a cold voice sounded in his mind.

"Combat detected, reward dropped: Super Healing Factor (Wolverine)!"...............

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