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Iconic hairline and smile...

When Mike saw that familiar face, he felt extremely confused.

Co, Colson!

What's the situation?

Could it be that their time travel failed?

No, they must have successfully traveled through time, but what's going on with this face?

I've traveled through time and you still come here, you must be poisonous!ah! ?

Damn it, what kind of fate is this?

Mike's mind was a little confused.

Seeing Mike's expression, the leader 'Colson' smiled even more kindly. He whispered to his brothers: "Look, do you see, this is the charm of my uncle Coulson!"

Several younger brothers rushed to flatter him.

Coulson breathed out a sigh of relief. After standing in front of Mike, he smiled evilly, put one hand inside his jacket and said, "Sir, can I 'borrow' some money from you?"

His little brother cooperated with him and made a dark laugh at Mike.

Mike's brows knitted together.

This guy is not Coulson, Coulson dare not talk to him like this.

And if you look closely, this guy is darker than Coulson.

So, the two of them just look a bit similar. Is this the difference between Coulson and Coulson?

"Hey!" Coulson looked at Mike dissatisfied and said angrily: "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Mike nodded and said, "Can you tell me what your name is?"

"Ok?"

Coulson has robbed so many people, but he has never seen someone so calm.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"How dare you talk to our elder brother like this."

Coulson's boys yelled at Mike.

Coulson raised his hand, and the boys began to make gestures with their knives to show their dignity, and then Coulson also took out his pistol.

"Hand over the money!"

Coulson shouted coldly.

This time, before Mike could speak, Gwen whispered: "Then can you write an IOU?"

"..."

"puff!"

Mike couldn't help but laugh, but the villains were furious.

They feel like they've been cheated.

"damn it!"

Coulson shouted angrily and pulled the trigger on Mike without hesitation.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, a bullet shot into Mike's head.

Coulson's face was filled with bloodlust, and he seemed to have seen the blooming appearance of the opponent's head.

But the next second, the smile on his face froze, as if he had seen something terrible, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Mike threw away the bullet in his hand, pinched it gently with his fingers, and crushed it into an orange-yellow iron piece. A smile appeared on his face and he said to Gwen: "Wait a moment, Dad."

Gwen nodded, let go of Mike's hand, and walked aside.

Mike looked at Coulson, the smile on his face getting more excited.

"You, what are you!"

Coulson swallowed nervously and pointed his gun at Mike again, while his younger brothers also rushed towards Mike.

The next moment, without anyone noticing, Mike had disappeared from the spot.

Bang bang bang!

With several clear sounds, several of Coulson's younger brothers flew away, and the gun in Coulson's hand was also held in Mike's hand.

Under Coulson's trembling gaze, Mike balled up the gun in his hand, threw it aside, and walked towards Coulson with a smile.

"You, don't come here!"

After a while, Mike pulled Gwen away feeling refreshed.

He had long wanted to do it.

Damn Coulson!

That guy was always giving him trouble, but Coulson was a good guy and Mike couldn't really lay his hands on him.

But for this one, there is no burden at all.

……

A stretched Chrysler shuttled through the night, driven quietly on the street by a middle-aged man with gray beard.

His body was full of vicissitudes of life, and although his eyes had long been occupied by numbness and confusion, there was still a hint of sharpness in them.

He is Logan, Wolverine.

At this time, in the back seat of the car, several young people were having a carnival with drinks.

"Cough cough."

Logan coughed lightly and glanced at the young men behind him through the rearview mirror in the car, worried that they would get alcohol or other things into his car.

He rented this car, and if it messed up, he would have to pay a lot of money.

It wasn't until he opened the car door for these young people that Logan saw that there were no obvious stains on the back seat of the car, and then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Loosening his tie, Logan carefully wiped off a stain on the door and sat in the driver's seat.

Turning on his mobile phone, Logan put on his reading glasses to see if there was any new business.

There was no new news, so he sighed in disappointment.

money……

He'd never wanted this so badly.

He wanted to use money to live, to support himself and the two people, to buy medicine for Professor

"Ugh!"

He sighed heavily again, parked the car nearby and fell asleep in the car.

He often does this to save money.

Anyway, he hasn't been sleeping well, so going to a hotel would be a waste.

Lying in the back seat of the car, Logan tried his best to not think about anything, just lying there numbly.

Suddenly, he started to do it, cursed under his breath, took out half a bottle of wine from his pocket, drank it in one breath, and then fell back on the car seat.

Wine had no effect on him, but as his abilities continued to weaken, he finally realized the feeling of being drunk.

Although it's only a little bit, this feeling can help him fall asleep very well.

Finally, his consciousness began to blur and he fell asleep.

He slept very lightly, and some unforgettable images kept flashing through his mind.

His past, school X, his friends, and what happened in Westchester a year ago.

That day, Professor X, who suffered from brain degeneration, suddenly became ill, which brought a disaster.

The scene from that time flashed through his mind, and Logan opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

He breathed rapidly and pressed his chest painfully.

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice more.

Suddenly, something bright fell out of his pocket.

Logan stretched out his hand to fish it out, and the thing slipped from his fingers and fell on his feet.

He bent down to pick it up.

It was a bullet, made of Adamantium alloy.

Professor X is his only concern now. When Professor X dies, he will use this bullet to end himself.

This is his plan.

"call……"

Logan blew the non-existent dust on the bullet, put it into his pocket calmly, opened the car door to get some air, returned to the car, lay down on the car seat again, and then forced himself to close the door. Eye.

sleep, sleep...

Otherwise, I won’t have the energy to work the next day.

After spending a torturous night, Logan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when the sun shone into the car.