[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Reports from the Magic Council

Logan put down the syringe.

The trouble is just beginning, killing Robert, killing so many people-the aftermath is the big one.

He kicked Robert's body away, thinking of what happened next, he felt dizzy for a while.

I originally planned to go back to coax the children... This is great.

The bunker was dimly lit, Robert Wallace had been so bipolar in his final days that the light bulbs were screwed out, and Logan sighed and rolled around him when he heard a Crisp 'poor'.

The sound was like a water pipe bursting, and Logan looked back, only to find that it was a few people in long robes and strange hats—the sound was actually quite familiar to him, it was Apparition.

"It's late..." One of them pulled off his hat angrily, "What should I do here?"

Logan: "..."

A tall blond woman stepped forward, with a reliable and mature tone, and said to Logan: "Hello, Mr. Howlett——I'm Martha Taylor, the head of the accident management department of MACUSA."

Logan froze for a moment, shook hands with her, and the woman said gently: "Sir—if you don't mind—?"

She raised her wand and politely asked Logan for his opinion. Logan was stunned and said, "It's okay."

"Clean it up!" She tapped her wand, and the blood on Logan's body was instantly cleaned up, and even the white vest was dry again.

Then Martha Taylor poked Logan's vest with the tip of her wand after thinking for a while, and said, "I'm offended...it's back to normal."

The broken threads were reconnected, and even the damaged part of the white vest was completely restored. Logan said sincerely: "Thank you."

Martha gasped: "Tsk. It hasn't been long since we got the information—that he is here. Our brothers in the accident handling department have been gearing up for him for a long time. Our MACUSA has not been in contact with the authorities for a long time. Maybe if we learn from the British and Chinese mode, this thing will not happen..."

Logan: "Huh?"

"You must be aware of the British model." Martha said politely: "There is a connection between the Minister of Magic and the Prime Minister. The Chinese model is directly under the central government, and it is a department directly under the central leader. Our American model is not like this. Open, we all respect the president at a respectful distance, a hundred years ago our leaders strictly separated us from ordinary No-Maj people because of fear of exposure, who would have thought that good fortune would trick people, and in the end it was the magic world in the United States that was first exposed."

Logan sighed: "So this matter has not been resolved for so long?"

Martha Taylor said: "Honestly, there's no way around it. We had a mass exposure in 1926 - but there was no internet media, and finally with the help of a magizoologist, we relied on It took seven days of rain to save the accident."

"For online media, there is nothing we can do." Martha Taylor said, "We are still actively seeking solutions. But exposure seems inevitable."

Martha Taylor smiled again: "Mr. Howlett, no matter what your motive is, we are happy to help you."

Logan: "?"

"Originally, this is our job." Martha said gently: "Although these soldiers will not die if they pass through our hands, since the matter is irreversible, we are happy to help you. Nothing happened tonight, just leave."

The others around her raised their wands as she spoke, and the blood and bullet marks were swept away from the ground.

Then Martha Taylor noticed the syringe on the desk and the light blue liquid left inside, and said suddenly: "Mr. Howlett, are you forced to inject this needle?"

Logan said wearily: "Yes."

"Wait a minute." Martha unloaded the syringe needle, moved the syringe, and a light blue liquid precipitated out. After a long while, Martha Taylor cursed: "...dirty bastard."

Martha Taylor said: "There are several potion ingredients here, but it's not hard to undo this one, sir, with just a spell."

Logan: "How will this poison affect me?"

"As far as I know——" Martha thought for a while, "You have a strong self-healing ability, and you are also immortal. This characteristic is the characteristic of your X gene belt, and this drug has sharpened Your X gene."

"And how much did you inject—?" Martha asked.

Logan: "One-third, about 1.25 milliliters."

Martha Taylor said: "So, I think it will weaken your ability to heal yourself, and your ability to not age will also be affected to a certain extent."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief: "There is no other effect, such as chronic poison | medicine?"

Martha smiled and said, "How could that be, your self-healing ability is still there."

"But I don't approve of this kind of drug being put into the market." Martha said, "The ingredients here, such as snow grass root, can weaken the digestive system if used in excess, and this flamingo claw powder has strong blood toxicity, although Your self-healing ability can resist it until it is excreted from the body, but more mutants... don't have your ability, Mr. Howlett."

Logan sighed: "I understand."

Martha said, "Tom? Tom, come here, you're better at that spell than I—"

Logan Howlett said, "No."

He said: "This is very good, this way... I don't have to suffer anymore."

Martha froze for a moment, as if she didn't understand why he refused, but Logan Howlett just walked out, his face full of relief and relaxation.

He walked past the walls covered with paw prints and blood, but as he walked out, the walls turned white with his steps, as if nothing had happened.

He faced the dilapidated doors, and the doors reorganized and closed behind him, as if welcoming a new life.

There was a bright moon outside the door, and the waves washed the beach quietly. Logan stepped on the gravel with one deep foot and one shallow foot. He remembered a lot—the one when he and the saber-toothed tiger escaped from their home in Alberta, Canada many years ago. night.

That night the moon was thin, and that night Wolverine was born.

Wolverine, on the other hand, never grows old and is forever alone.

——When living for 20 years, Logan thinks it is a gift, when living for 40 years, Logan thinks it is a privilege, and living for 80 years——When living for 100 years, Wolverine thought with scars all over his body, when will such a life It's the end.

Time is a gift, but the weight that a person—one person—can bear is only 100 years.

Because people need to belong.

Belonging is fragile, everyone will die, 100 years is a precise length, so that you can't feel the fragility of belonging, but once you break through this length, you will feel endless loneliness.

Wolverine bit his cigar, pulled out his lighter, and took a puff while standing by the sea.

That girl is like a dandelion, but Logan can always see a little difference in it, strength and resilience, and a smile—a smile like a child, she can always make people feel that she is alive.

The so-called "alive" means that there are shadows in it. Song Xin has the shadow of every child who has just graduated, every young person who has just entered the society, every strong and kind soul, those—— In 300 years, shadows of long-forgotten years.

Logan finally earnestly wanted to live a life of fireworks with a girl.

He once thought about what to do when this 22-year-old girl was old, died, and left him one day.

Send it away?But what can be done?Mortals are mortal.

Mortals are mortal...

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The sea breeze blows away the smoke from the cigars, and the moon in the second half of the night is extraordinarily bright, reflecting the sparkling sea.

Logan crushed the cigar to the ground, not feeling that he had just made a big decision.

This idea seemed to have been brewing in his mind for a long time. After meeting Song Xin, the impulsiveness began to ferment wildly. He was looking forward to that kind of life—that kind of ordinary life like a young boy who had just experienced love.Now it's done, that's all.

Logan was walking around in the middle of the night, and it took him days to get here, and there was no cell phone signal at all.

Robert Wallace seemed to have really suffered from a mental illness in his last days. After the press conference, he firmly believed that his life was in danger, so he chose this bunker to hide. Professor X passed on the night of the press conference. The mastermind found his location and told Logan.

Logan Howlett was actually very upset. Song Xin's concealment was really worthy of a beating. He came to clean up Song Xin's mess, and before he left, he gave Song Xin a few words - Song Xin ran away crying that night.

Logan gritted his teeth in hatred, thinking that if he caught her, he would have to be educated. The little girl had never been in a relationship, and she burst into tears after doing something wrong.

The moon sank to the bottom of the water, and a golden-red sun rose at the end of the line of sight.

Logan found his car parked on the side of the road in the morning light, took out the car keys and mobile phone, and started the car.

The road leading to this seaside is narrow and steep. Logan is holding the car window with one hand. He is dressed in a vest and jeans. His muscles are muscular and smooth. He wears sunglasses to cover his eyes. When he sweats, he seems to be coated with oil. handsome.

The car drove on the road, the grass leaves beside the road were golden, and the dry and hot wind blew violently.

On the border between Mexico and the United States, there is a large empty iron warehouse, surrounded by a circle of barbed wire, a round lump of broken copper and iron.Logan squinted his eyes and looked in that direction, there were workers dismantling it.

"...This kind of broken copper and iron has been demolished for so many years..." The workers complained in the wind: "...that bastard Trump wants to build a wall here, and I want to say that the United States handed over He's done with it..."

"Hush, don't talk about it..." Another person's voice was blown intermittently by the golden wind: "...Hilary is bad enough..."

The wind is dry and hot, but it makes people feel unspeakably comfortable.

The most important thing now is to find a hotel to sleep, Logan thought while holding the steering wheel, and then go to educate little Song Xin.

In an instant, the screen of Logan Howlett's phone lit up, and AT&T welcomed him back to the service area to use their service, and the signal dinged to full.

Logan glanced at the phone screen, the phone beeped again, and spit out a text message from Song Xin.

Logan got distracted while driving and got out of the habit long ago, so he casually touched the pop-up box, as if expecting that this was Song Xin's confession text message.

A bubble from Song Xin popped up on the screen, with seven large characters on the bubble:

"I want to break up, sorry."

Logan: "..."

To correct a little, Logan thought in the dry wind, the most urgent task is to educate little Song Xin—hardly.

The author has something to say: the second update!The pre-collection pit is still 8 short of the pre-collection and the second time!Are you really not coming? (x