American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 6: Chapter 006: Professor X
"Logan?"

Rojo stood on the side and looked at the man cleaning the Chrysler. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but his deep eyes had the turbidity of a centenarian. The gray beard on his face revealed the vicissitudes of life and made him look decadent.

The boy was a little unsure for a moment. The most profound image of Uncle Wolf in his mind was undoubtedly that of an invincible warrior. The old wolf in front of him looked like he had half a foot in the coffin.
"Kid, you got the wrong person."

Logan Howlett was stunned for a moment, then his eyes averted, he hurriedly packed up the interior of the car and turned around to leave.

"I won't admit it, you are Wolverine."

When Logan saw his reaction, he was sure that the decadent man in front of him was Uncle Wolf, "I have heard your stories since I was a child, X-Men Wolverine, Xavier Academy for Geniuses."

"I don't know about those things, kid. You got the wrong person."

Logan Howlett didn't dare to look at the boy and said, "Please get out of the way."

"When I was a child, I was originally going to attend Xavier Academy for the Gifted, but later, because the X-Men never came back, the academy closed down."

Rojo did not walk away and continued talking.

"Are you a mutant?"

This time, Logan was stunned after hearing this, and finally set his sights on Rojo. The young man had a handsome face with sharp edges and deep eyes. Although he was not very old, he gave people a sense of maturity and direct gaze.

"Ah."

Rojo nodded.

"A teenager."

Logan Howlett was in a daze. It had been a long time since he had seen a young mutant. People were saying that mutants were dead.
He trembled, stretched out his hand to touch Rojo's face again and again, finally let go, pushed the boy away and said: "Get out of here quickly, you shouldn't come to me. If they find you, I don't know what will happen. Leave quickly." !”

"Uncle Wolf, mutants can't survive in this world alone."

Rojo sighed, his eyes dim.

"Sorry kid, there's nothing I can do, just go away."

Logan Howlett closed his eyes, his eyes dim, turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a passing pickup truck bumped violently when it ran over the accelerator belt. The huge water pipe carried by the pickup truck suddenly slipped, turned sideways, and hit Rojo on the side of the road.

boom!
Rojo did not react to the sudden situation and did not dodge immediately. Looking at the huge water pipe that hit him, he could only raise his hand to block it.

However, the next second, a tall figure stood in front of Rojo before the water pipe fell, and pushed the water pipe aside with all his strength.

The huge water pipe was two meters long and half a meter wide. It made a loud noise when it fell to the ground. People around looked over. Due to the dim light, not many people could see clearly what happened.

"Logan?"

Rojo saw clearly that the figure in front of him was none other than Logan Howlett. He was breathing heavily, and the bulging veins on his arms had not faded away.

"Be careful yourself and don't come to me again."

Logan Howlett was panting. The moment just now made him a little labored.

Perhaps because he felt he was not cruel enough, before driving away, Uncle Wolf turned his head again and said in a deep voice: "My child, Wolverine is dead."

Wolverine is dead.
Rojo watched the car's taillights disappear on the horizon, silently reciting Uncle Wolf's last words before leaving.

I am not surprised by Uncle Wolf's performance. During this period, Uncle Wolf is no longer the majestic Wolverine he once was. He has become an alcoholic who is addicted to alcohol and drinks all day long.

He has long since fallen from a hero to a down-and-out coward, a coward who has lost hope in life.
The tragic experience completely crushed him.

Even if he had the ability to change something, Uncle Wolf would not stand up, but chose to continue lying down and immersed in the pleasure brought by alcohol.

Rojo thought about what he sensed. He lowered his head and opened his sleeve. On the front of his left forearm, a black rune mark appeared on the skin, showing the shape of a "wolverine" with a star on it.

"Uncle Wolf's super power has been learned successfully."

He realized that Uncle Wolf had just used his super strength in front of him to resist the giant water pipe.

And he acquired super power, which was considered an initiative. When he came to see Uncle Wolf, it was with the purpose of learning.

One of the conditions for triggering learning and evolution is that you must watch the user and demonstrate their abilities before you can learn.

For example, just now Uncle Wolf used super power, and Rojo naturally learned this ability.

He left the crowded streets and went deep into the dark and deserted alleys, where he calmed down.

Star points appeared in front of his eyes, connected in series. They were Uncle Wolf's genetic sequence, but the light emitted by the star points was relatively dim.

This means that Rojo is immature in mastering this ability.

But even though he was immature, he felt subtle changes in his own strength.

"Take your time, there is plenty of time."

Luo Huo wrote down Uncle Wolf's license plate number, knowing not to rush.

Now Uncle Wolf will not trust anyone, nor will he help anyone. Uncle Wolf is sick, not only physically, but also mentally.
On the border between the United States and Mexico, an abandoned factory sits near train tracks.

The black Chrysler drove into the abandoned factory. Logan Howlett got out of the car, opened the factory door and walked in.The old factory building, which was leaking from the wind, was filled with shelves and various daily necessities, as well as TVs, sofas, and microwaves.

"Who!?"

Deep in the factory, a bald man with pale skin, like an albino patient, raised a shotgun and carefully hid behind the sofa.

"Caliban, it's me, Logan."

Logan Howlett ignored Caliban, took off his suit, went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold beer and drank it.

The figure of the mutant boy he met in Santa Fe kept flashing through his mind. He shook his head vigorously, thinking in his heart to forget him. Now you can't even protect yourself.
"You are finally willing to come back. The professor's medicine is almost finished. You should think of a solution quickly."

Caliban breathed a sigh of relief, put down the shotgun, walked behind Logan, and muttered, "He has been talking about you these days. You'd better go see him. The professor's situation is very bad. Sooner or later, the old guy will Kill us."

"You are also a bit nervous Caliban, drink some wine to sober up, I am saving money, and I will take care of the medicine."

Logan Howlett gulped down half a bottle of beer before putting it into Caliban's hand, with a haggard look on his face.

Then, he left the abandoned factory building, walked out the back door, and walked to a huge water tower next door.

The giant water tower was rusty and dilapidated by the weather and the sun. There were several steel pillars around it that kept the water tower from falling.

"Professor? Are you asleep?"

Logan opened the circular gate of the water tower and walked in. A feeling of sultry heat suddenly swept over him. It is no exaggeration to describe the environment here as a mouse hole. It was sultry and hot. The water tower was exposed to the sun every day. There were not even a few decent pieces of furniture. A bed and desk, and a few plants.

"New life and new hope. He is coming."

In the center of the water tower, there is an old man with a bald head, sitting in a wheelchair, spinning in circles, mumbling words, and his expression is dull, as if he has lost his mind and has Alzheimer's disease.

Rojo is here, he will definitely recognize him.

The decrepit old man in front of him was the once-famous Professor

"Professor, what are you talking about?"

Seeing the professor's demented appearance, Logan sighed, picked him up and put him on the bed.

Suddenly, the professor stretched out his hand, held him, and muttered: "Logan. Logan's new life and new friends are special."

"Sleep, you are tired."

Logan didn't hear the professor's words clearly, so he gave a few words of comfort, secretly took out a tranquilizer from a box, and injected an injection into the professor's wrist.

Then he sat on the chair next to him and said, "Guess what I met today, a child. Don't get excited. He should be almost an adult. Although he is a child, he was born more than ten years ago."

In the following ten years, there were no new mutants.
The professor calmed down, stopped talking, and listened silently to Uncle Wolf's words.

"But he mentioned Xavier Academy for the Gifted."

Logan looked complicated.

"That was a long time ago. It seems we haven't heard anyone mention Xavier Academy for the Gifted in a long time."

The professor spoke, very sober, no longer crazy, and became gentle.

"Why aren't you crazy?"

Logan smiled.

"I was always sober and normal, but sometimes I was very confused."

The professor coughed a few times and asked again: "Where is that child?"

"He's back home. He has his own home."

Logan Howlett was stunned for a moment before he finished speaking. Then he lowered his head and looked at the phone. Due to his short-sightedness, he put his eyes very close to be able to read the words on it clearly.

"That's good"

The professor took a deep look at Uncle Wolf and said, "Logan, you should wear a pair of glasses, you are old."

"Nonsense, I don't have Alzheimer's disease, you look older."

Logan Howlett rubbed his sore eyes, felt sleepy and yawned.

He stood up and covered the professor with a quilt, "Professor, go to bed early."

"Logan, don't give up any hope."

The professor who was lying on the bed reached out and held Logan. His haggard and old eyes looked at the old wolf who had also experienced vicissitudes of life, "Don't give up."

"Professor, go to bed early."

Logan hesitated to speak, but finally closed the door and left.

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