[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Resurrected from the Dead

Anne walked into the garage on the first floor of Stark's laboratory. The black car they drove was parked side by side with the old bearded old man's gray broken car near the garage gate. Whoever had finished picking up the things forgot to leave the black car behind. The trunk door is closed, and Wolverine can be seen from the rear of the car wearing a four-ring shackle, lying quietly inside, as if sleeping.

Annie walked to the rear of the car and observed him for a while without getting too close, and found that he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep like a nightmare, because his two thick eyebrows were almost touching together, and his facial muscles were also highly tense. It looked fierce, and from time to time it made a low cry like a wild animal.

Strangely, Annie didn't hear his inner voice, even though he was right in front of her eyes.

"Go...s..." he whispered.

Annie didn't hear clearly, and couldn't help taking a few steps closer out of curiosity, but only heard his heavy breathing, and after he only said a few vague words, he stopped talking.Her eyes wandered around his face, and finally landed on his wrists and ankles. Although his skin was not fair, and even slightly dark, because he was struggling under the shackles of the four rings, causing There is a shallow ring-shaped scar on the wrist and ankle respectively, which can be seen that after rapid healing time and time again, the skin tissue here cannot be restored to its original state.

Wolverine suddenly opened his eyes. Annie didn't expect him to wake up suddenly, and subconsciously took a step back, while he stared at Annie for a long time and moved slightly. The four-ring shackles prevented him from stretching his body. He said in a hoarse voice :"let me go!"

Annie shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, no."

Wolverine said sullenly, "I'll make you pay."

Annie sighed, nodded, and said, "If you mean locking you with this...well, whatever you want."

"You self-righteous people, do you really think you can lock me?" Wolverine frowned slightly, "If it wasn't for Magneto..."

"I think this is a very contradictory thing. You know Eric, you know who he is, but you don't know Charles, and you don't know Laura. Sometimes I suspect that you are playing stupid!" Annie said quietly.

"Really?" Wolverine laughed, with a faint tired look on his face, he didn't speak or try to struggle, just looked at her silently.

Anne asked, "You had a nightmare just now, didn't you?"

He doesn't answer.

"For Wolverine, what kind of thing scares you so much?" Annie asked again, "If I'm not mistaken, the expression on your face when you have a nightmare should be fear."

Wolverine sneered and said, "You read it wrong."

"Maybe!" Anne crossed her chest and looked at him. "I heard that Caliban whispered in your ears every day that you lived with Charles and him in the dilapidated factory. Unfortunately, you seem to have no memory of that period. No memory, you don't remember Charles, you don't remember Laura, and you don't remember your own death."

"Should I remember?" He raised his eyebrows, "Death? What do you mean?"

"Literally," Annie replied.

Wolverine was silent, he seemed to start thinking, but it didn't take long for him to give up thinking about the problem. For him, death is a particularly angry word.

"I heard your voice just now." Annie pointed to her head, "You are asking why you are still alive, I think you may remember something, but now it seems that you won't remember anything when you are awake, The Odyssey Genetic Institute has brainwashed you very clean."

Wolverine looked at her, and just when Annie thought he would never speak again, he said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Well, Annie shrugged. When she heard that sentence just now, she thought that he had recovered his memory. Maybe it was just his subconscious mind. She turned around and prepared to leave here.

"Why am I still alive?"

His voice came from behind Anne, and he laughed lowly, and said, "When death is slow to take care of you, you will also ask, why am I still alive? Life, in the long years, has no Meaning." Annie turned slowly and looked at him calmly, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Annie with gloomy eyes, "Whether I have lost your so-called memory or not, I will always remember one thing, killing You, kill all of you."

Annie looked back at him with sympathetic eyes, and said flatly, "Wolverine, don't let yourself regret it." After speaking, she walked out of the garage and pressed the button to close the door.

"There is no regret in my dictionary, no!" Wolverine roared through the slowly closing iron door.

"A stubborn man, isn't he?" The bearded old man stood in front of the lift and looked at Annie.

Annie watched him walking towards the garage, smiled, and said, "Yes, he is really stubborn, and he insists that he has not lost his memory."

"So, every time he restores his memory, he will regret it, even if he didn't say it." The bearded old man said casually, "Maybe you can try to restore his memory."

"Me?" Annie was taken aback, "I don't have such abilities."

"You will learn." The bearded old man showed an affirmative look in his eyes, "You have already been able to control the mind, and it will not be difficult to go further."

"I think what Wolverine needs most now is not to restore his memory." Annie pondered for a moment, and said, "Don't you think...the Odyssey Genetic Research Institute may have done something to him, making him only want to catch Laura back, as if A machine has to do that after receiving orders."

The bearded old man laughed and said, "I think you need to continue training to make yourself stronger, Anne Bennett."

Annie didn't say anything anymore after hearing this. After getting along these days, she also had a little understanding of this old man. When he looked around and said to him, she must be unwilling to continue, just like the previous topic about Professor X Charles, he also Turned away immediately, unwilling to continue, and this time, about Wolverine, he once again showed unwillingness to talk in depth, why is this?

The bearded old man reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and said kindly, "Don't think too much, maybe you will know the answer soon." After finishing speaking, he paused, "I'm going to transfer him to the dungeon , do you want to help me?"

"Dungeon?" Annie was dumbfounded, "Isn't there still room?"

"Not for the time being, the rooms we live in don't have the function of imprisonment." The bearded old man said, "It happens that a dungeon was built here, although I don't know what old Stark used it for, but for the time being It is more appropriate to settle this guy Logan."

Annie nodded speechlessly, he was right!

Old Mr. Stark built the dungeon under the living area. In other words, the laboratory actually has more than three floors.Annie followed behind the bearded old man with the four-ring shackles in her hand, and watched him use his fingers easily to direct Wolverine, who had removed the four-ring shackles, to walk in front. When walking down the steps, the corners of Annie's mouth twitched, remembering the scene where Laura was suspended in the car by the bearded old man as a marionette and forced to dance her hands and feet, and the Wolverine in front of her was obviously like The large marionette, even though his whole body was resisting, was helpless against the bearded old man.

Wolverine's heart is full of anger towards the bearded old man, but his jaws were forcibly closed by the bearded old man, making him full of resentment but unable to vent. Annie listened to his heart silently, and suddenly felt sympathetic to him. If If the whole body was not made of metal, it wouldn't be so miserable, and it would be completely suppressed directly.

Wolverine walked into the dungeon. It was a gray-black prison cell almost as high as a two-story building. The walls on all sides were made of unknown metal. There were two ground buttons in the center of the room, which were obviously prepared for tying iron chains.

The bearded old man stood at the door of the cell, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Just stand there!"

Wolverine walked up to the button and looked at the bearded old man coldly.

"Anne Bennett, put this on for him now!" The bearded old man turned his head and motioned to Anne, "Go!"

Annie was not very happy, and said, "You can use your fingers..." She made a gesture of directing her fingers, "You don't need my help, do you?"

The bearded old man said with a smile: "Let me be lazy once in a while, Anne Bennett."

Although Annie didn't know what the bearded old man was up to, it was obvious that he had made up his mind not to use his abilities, so he could only nod and walked into the dungeon with the four-ring shackles.

Wolverine's eyes shifted from the bearded old man to her, and he watched her slowly walk in, with a reluctant expression on his face, and suddenly laughed.

Annie gave him a strange look. Could it be that she has some nervous problems because of the bearded old man's anger?Why is he laughing?She walked up to him and stood still, asking, "What are you laughing at?"

Wolverine looked at her with a smile. He was controlled by Magneto and couldn't speak, so she couldn't know what he was laughing at. Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably happy. Unexpectedly, within a few seconds of being happy, she heard her wearing his left hand. Putting on the shackles, she said, "I don't really want to come and put this thing on you, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you, Wolverine, and" she looked up at him strangely, "even if you can't speak, I can also know what's on your mind."

When Wolverine heard her say that, his smile immediately froze on his face, and at the same time, his face slowly darkened, he watched her put his right hand into the shackles, damn it, she has telepathy, just like Charles !Thinking of this, he was startled, Charles...

Annie raised her head in surprise and asked, "You remember?"

There was a moment of confusion in Wolverine's eyes. He tried his best to let go of himself and not think about anything. However, the picture about Charles suddenly popped out of his mind. His breathing gradually became rapid, and a muffled cry came from his throat. , trembling all over.

Annie turned her head at a loss and looked at the bearded old man: "Eric! What's wrong with him?"

The bearded old man walked into the dungeon unhurriedly, staring at Wolverine, "What did you just do?"

Annie said innocently: "I didn't do anything!"

The bearded old man reached out and patted Wolverine's arm lightly, and at the same time touched his cheek with his fingers, and said, "Relax, Logan. Come on, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Wolverine looked at the bearded old man for a long time, and said, "Eric, Charles is dead."