Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path: 6. Logan 【54/100】

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Let ’s look away from Cyber temporarily, because after he received the “last round” of experimental injections, he was locked in the dark little house until he next appeared, It may not be the case yet.

And now, just as Cyber snarled painfully because of a gene breakdown, another deep thing is happening in the deep mountain forest farm in Quebec, Canada, yes, this is a thing closely related to Cyber, I ca n’t Skip it, I also don't want to miss it.

Deep mountain forest farm is almost an isolated place. With the support of Canada ’s rich forestry resources, this kind of occupation that has appeared hundreds of years ago has not been eliminated until now. Frankly speaking, earning money in this industry There are very few, and the risks are great. Except for locals and some people who do not have many opportunities, no one will continue to work in the lumberjacking industry for a long time.

Unless someone has to come to do this job.

"Hi, Logan, if you want me to say, you should take your wife to a big city. With your body like Beast, you can definitely live a good life. Why not try it?"

A 40-year-old foreman sitting on a felled log, drinking local wine, and smilingly took the roughest cigar from Logan. This thing seems to be made by him. Yes, it **** badly, but for old cigarette guns, there is nothing better than this.

"Kayla doesn't like big cities very much, I actually don't like it either. It's pretty good here."

Logan smiled, this typical white man is nearly 2 meters tall. Even wearing a dirty lumberjack uniform, he ca n’t hide the rough breath of that body, and the swollen muscles, his cheeks The beard grows along the side of the face and looks very masculine, especially the eyes, even when it is peaceful, it will make people feel a bit of depression ... but everyone nearby knows that this looks very fierce The guy is a good-tempered person.

He even saved 4 children from the wild bear three years ago. For this reason, this guy is very popular in this generation, and everyone will find him for anything.

And his mantra is ...

"Clear and innocent, make money purely and innocently."

"Okay, okay, you guys are like the people of the last era, my father's generation."

The old foreman said drunkenly, "They are also so reluctant to this mountain, but unfortunately, they finally left here ... Hey, who are they? The locals can't see people wearing such good clothes."

The old foreman ’s words stopped the Logan who was building the log to stop the work in his hand. His nose moved like a Beast with a scent. After a second, there was a touch of depression and Irritability.

"Logan!"

A voice sounded behind him, but Logan did n’t look back. The old foreman glanced drunkly at the two men who got off the car. He removed the bottle from his hand and looked at Logan,

"Do you need help? Child"

"No, no, I can handle it!"

Logan smiled at him, and then turned around, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, he threw the carpentry gloves in his hand, lit a cigar, and walked to the black windbreaker with gold wire glasses The middle-aged man, Stryker ... the **** he was least willing to see, and the guy who was behind Stryker, a straight suit, and pretending to have a headset on his ears.

Damn, the radio waves are not received in this place.

"I have a job for you, Captain."

Stryker opened his arms towards Logan with a kind face, like an old friend who has not seen for a long time, but Logan ignored him, carried his axe over his body, and threw the axe in a dilapidated Pickup , He leaned on the car and said impatiently,

"I have a job now, Stryker, leave before I start."

"Do n’t do this, kid."

Stryker did n’t care about the coldness of Logan. He pointed to the cold young man behind him and said, "Remember him? No. zero, your old comrade-in-law and old friend met, should n’t they celebrate? "

Logan glanced at the number zero and pouted,

"My friends are few, and there is absolutely no **** that is used to shooting first and then talking."

"Bang"

With a weak gunshot, the left hand of No. 0 reached into the pocket of the trench coat, took out a special pistol, aimed, fired, and then retracted the pistol, the bullet accurately hit the cigar held in the mouth of Logan. In two halves, this process is actually nothing to say, many veterans can do it, but the problem is time ... this series of processes, not even spent 1 second, basically the level of other people's eyes.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary person ... Mutant(s), No. 0, the deadly sharpshooter, Logan ’s comrade-in-arms more than a decade ago, an annoying, self-important bastard.

"Inferior cigars, 1W8 thousand a year, live with rural teachers to play kiss games, Logan, have to say, your taste is still so bad!"

No. 0 opens, his voice is as cold as his appearance, but just as he pretends to be handsome, Logan ’s eyes have become dangerous. Stryker sees the situation is not good, he waved his hand,

"Okay, go back to the car, number zero, I have something to discuss with Logan!"

Nothing in the eyes of No. 0 also showed a raging war intent, but under the harsh eyes of Stryker, he was still turned, and Logan jumped a ridiculous smile at this moment,

"tch tch, good dog."

"What are you talking about?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Stryker snapped the front cover of the car. "Enough! You two! I came here today to see you quarreling? Bastard!"

No. 0 snorted reluctantly. He left turned and stood 20 meters away, while Stryker shook his head, took a newspaper from his pocket, and patted it on Logan ’s hand. The tone of your voice also becomes unkind,

"Do you really think that I am here to find you to work? I am here to save your life! You guys who don't sympathize!"

Logan glanced at Stryker suspiciously. As a veteran who had fought with Stryker for more than ten years and had participated in countless wars before, he knew the nature of people like Stryker, but when he unfolded the newspaper , He understood the meaning of Stryker's.

"Bradley was killed three days ago ... before him was Wilson, do you understand what I mean?"

Stryker lowered his voice, "Someone is killing our former players, and he is definitely not an ordinary person, I need you, Logan, put on the military uniform again, we have challengers, I know you do n’t want to live forever Stay in such a small place, especially you ... "

The old general took a glance at Logan, "Your wife will always be old, and you, you will not be old, you will eventually leave this place, you do n’t belong here, Logan, I always know You, you are a born warrior, not a ... what the **** lumberjack! "

After seeing the news of the tragic death of his former comrade-in-arms, Logan's eyes became fierce for a moment, so that Stryker thought that this matter had a door, but the next moment, he put the newspaper back into Stryker's's hand ,

"Do you think you know me very well? Forget it, Stryker, don't say so sounding, you are afraid ... but I am not afraid!"

Logan turned opened the door, and sat in this broken car that was all ringing after the ignition. He glanced at Stryker and took out the bad smelling cigar from his pocket again. He snorted,

"Worry about yourself, General Stryker, I can protect myself."

"Do n’t forget your identity! Captain!"

Stryker is lying on the window with a very serious tone, "Now your country needs you!"

"Is there a country for Mutant(s)?"

Logan glanced at him, "Even your **** who use us as weapons can be generals in that country. Is that country really worth my hard work for it? Or that sentence ... good luck , Stryker, after you die, I will give you flowers. "

"Logan! Logan! Bastard! Give me back!"

Stryker watched Logan drive away in a broken car, he threw the newspaper in his hands angrily, he thought he could persuade Logan, but ...

"Hoo ... it does n’t matter, this is what you asked for!"

A cold light flashed on the frame of the Stryker's gold wire glasses. He re-entered the car and said to the driving number zero, "Notify Victor ... he can do it!"

Logan ’s wife Kayla, a teacher from a local rural elementary school, a well-known beauty, after returning home angrily in Logan, she hurriedly put down things in her hand, walked up, stroked Logan ’s arm, and asked gently To,

"What's wrong? Honey."

"Hoo ... nothing."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his wife ’s blond hair, he hugged her in his arms, and said softly, "We are moving, dear."

"Huh?"

Kayla clutched his arm nervously, "Did they discover your identity?"

Yes, Kayla knows the Mutant(s) identity of Logan, Logan shook his head, he did n’t want to worry his wife too much, so he casually said, “It ’s just something troublesome, let ’s move tomorrow, after I come back, We went to Toronto and spent several years in this Oyama village, and we should go back to the city and stroll around. "

"Well, I listen to you! My Wolverine."

Kayla is gentle enough to let Logan hug herself. She looks at this man with unsharpable love in her eyes, and Wolverine is the name of the moon in the ancient beliefs she believes in, which represents her strong Thick, unforgettable love, but when Logan didn't pay attention, a faint blue light shone in her eyes ... that's obviously not what ordinary people should have.

What is worse than falling into a trick, is that when you do n’t know, you have actually entered another trick, the freedom you think, the love you think ... all just disguise the clothes of the trick, the happiest. The time may well be a memory buried in a lie. Unfortunately, not everyone can find this wisely.

Early the next morning, Logan got up early and went to the logging yard to settle his wages. After Dezhi was about to leave, the old foreman pulled Logan's hand and talked for ten minutes. After they had to go to Toronto, the old foreman generously paid Logan a month's salary, and Logan changed hands and spent this month's salary on the lumberjack and the small country pub that he often visited. A glass of wine, and in their blessing, drove towards the house.

But while driving halfway, he smelled a familiar smell, and he looked out the window ... There, a greasy bear head was caught on the branch, as if cut off by some kind of sharp weapon Like the neck, there are scratches on the trunk.

It's like a real Beast claw.

Logan's complexion changed greatly. He drove this broken car to the highest speed, but when he rushed back to the house, it was all over.

Blood ... everywhere, on the ground, on the wall, on the torn furniture, in the center of the bed that was completely stained with red, the beautiful Kayla was like a gentle sleep, but her abdomen The grievous scratch made Logan's body tremble, and death had occupied this room. He finally came a step late. He failed to fulfill his promise to leave the Stryker's special forces.

Another woman died for him. He seemed to be stupid. He moved towards the bed step by step and reached out his hand. The fingers were shaking on the cold cheeks of Kayla. Tears burst into his eyes. He gently hugged the Kayla and knelt on the ground, suppressing the pain, more of the condemnation of self, the pain caused by love, the tear-like feeling surged in his heart.

I do n’t know how many times ... every time he wants to immerse himself in a relationship, he will encounter this kind of scourge. The world does not seem to allow an outstanding warrior to become a Ordinary people, it seems to be reminding Logan in this cruel way.

Who are you ... you will not belong here in the end, and your destiny is not here!

"Ah, ah ..."

The last tear of Logan dripped in the blood on the ground, he hugged the corpse in his arms, and an inexhaustible anger almost burst in his chest,

"Aaaah!"

Like the wild wolf howling, fighting, never stopping ...