American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 1 Dusk Wolf Returns Home
The night sky was as dark as ink, and the flashing neon lights of the nightclub illuminated the most prosperous street in the entire town with a riot of colour.

There was a constant stream of vehicles on the street, the most eye-catching of which was a black Chrysler parked in front of the nightclub.

"Sir, please walk slowly and remember to give a five-star review on Uber."

Logan Howlett watched the guests walk into the nightclub before closing the car door, straightening his cheap suit, getting back in the car and driving away.

The car drove through the bustling streets, out of the small town, and sped along the deserted road.

As the night deepened, the roads outside the city became deserted with few vehicles.

The wind blew from time to time, blowing up the yellow soil on the ground, covering the vehicles, which were not clean to begin with, with a layer of dust.

Ding Dong!

The phone screen suddenly lit up and a text message came in.

Caliban: The professor's medicine is running low.

Logan drove with one hand, looking at the text message and sighing helplessly.

"I'll find a way."

He typed his response with one hand, his face full of exhaustion.

The professor's medicine is running out again. Without the suppression of the medicine, if he gets sick, it will be an unimaginable disaster.

Logan put his phone down and touched his pocket.

"Ah~"

The empty wallet made him sigh helplessly.

How long have you been traveling here?
He could no longer remember much, and even his previous memories became blurred with the passage of time.

He only remembered that his surname was not Howlett, but Luo, an ordinary person in China.

At that time, "Logan" was in theaters. As a fan of X-Men, he also paid a box office tribute to the movie and witnessed the tragic life of Wolverine in his later years in the cinema.

Unexpectedly, after waking up from a sleep, he traveled to the X-Men universe and became Logan Howlett.

At the beginning of the time travel, Professor X's tragedy in Westchester had not yet happened, and mutants had not yet died out.

Logan tried hard to prevent the tragedy from happening, but it backfired.

Even though he knew some of the events in advance and tried his best to prevent Professor X from accidentally losing control.

But in the end it couldn't be done.

Professor X's loss of control in Westchester resulted in the deaths of hundreds of people.

This incident shocked the whole country, and people's fear of mutants deepened to the extreme.

The government, which is already wary of mutants, takes advantage of the situation to impose mandatory control on mutants and develops drugs to treat genetic defects, making it impossible for mutants to reproduce, in an attempt to completely eliminate the existence of mutants.

Logan, who traveled through time, was powerless to save the situation. The tragedy that happened to Uncle Wolf in his old age seemed to be about to happen again...

Logan looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

His gradually weathered face was full of exhaustion. His thick beard, which had no time to be taken care of, grew wildly like steel needles. His hair was messy and his temples were already turning a little gray.

The old hands holding the steering wheel looked like a piece of tree bark.

Looking at these, Logan had a complicated expression.

drop by drop...

The dashboard suddenly gave a warning, and the fuel tank, which was about to run out of fuel, reflected a bright scarlet light.

"Damn it!"

Logan slammed the steering wheel in annoyance.

Years of fleeing and the passing of his family and friends have filled him with anxiety and irritability, and he often becomes restless over trivial matters.

Fortunately, there are many motels in this desert. This type of motel that combines a hotel, restaurant, and gas station is very common in St. Anthony.

Logan has lived in Texas for many years and has been a frequent visitor.

He drove the car to the door of a hotel with a lighted sign, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked in with ease.

"James, I haven't seen you for two days."

Uncle Crewe at the front desk put down his wiped wine glass, stretched out his hand and greeted Logan with a smile.

James is another name for Logan.

After all, Logan Howlett's name has been on the wanted list for a long time.

As a desperado who needs to hide his identity, it is obviously inappropriate to make his real name public.

"Has it been two days since I last saw you? Have you become horny?"

Logan threw the car keys to the clerk beside him and asked him to go and fill up his car with gas. He sat down in front of the counter and said, "Same old, a bottle of wine."

There are so many troubles in life that he often has to resort to alcohol to numb the mess in his heart.

Alcohol gradually became an indispensable spiritual pillar in his life.

"Drunk driving is not a good thing."

Kru laughed and teased, but still turned around and took out a bottle of wine from the wine rack and handed it over.

Logan took the drink but was not in a hurry to drink it. The spokesperson for the drink on the bottle caught his attention.

The tight-fitting battle suit with blue, red and white alternations perfectly outlines the muscular lines of the spokesperson. He is dragging a vibranium round shield in one hand and holding a bottle of wine in the other, with a smile on his face.

"The new spokesperson is Captain America."

Kru followed Logan's gaze and reminded him with a chuckle.

“I thought he would be an ambassador for temperance.”

Logan bit open the bottle and responded with a sneer, the aroma of the wine filling his nostrils.

It was not until a long time after traveling through time that Logan realized that the universe he was in had some subtle changes from the X-Men universe he had seen in movies before.

This is not simply a new timeline for the X-Men, but an intertwined timeline with the existence of the Avengers.

It is now 2012, which is the time when the Avengers are rising. Unfortunately, the Avengers did not exist during the heyday of the X-Men, so there was no intersection between the two.

But the funny thing is that people only know the Avengers. The streets are full of Avengers posters and news programs.

But no one knows that the X-Men have shed blood for this country and this land, and even to save the world.

Under the government's deliberate exaggeration, mutants in people's minds have gradually become a group of unstable factors that endanger social security.

"It's hard to say. Captain Rogers was a soldier. As you know, during their time, alcohol was an indispensable supply on the battlefield."

Kelu shrugged and explained.

The American team is a product of World War II. In that era, alcohol became the only choice for soldiers to charge forward without fear.

Logan didn't say anything. Look, people only know Captain America, but they don't know that Wolverine withstood the atomic bomb in World War II.

He shook his head and sighed, then tilted his head back and filled his mouth with a large gulp of wine.

The hot liquor slid down my throat and went down my stomach, as if all the fatigue of the day had disappeared. The alcohol that surged into my mind slightly awakened my already exhausted body.

Soon, most of the bottle of wine was gone.

boom--

A gunshot rang out suddenly, the harsh sound was particularly loud in the silent wilderness.

"grass!"

Kru was startled and the wine glass he was wiping fell on the bar, but he had no time to pay attention to it and suddenly looked out the door.

"Damn it, what's going on!"

Logan suddenly remembered that his car was still outside and the gas clerk had not returned yet.

He suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly turned around and went out to check.

San Antonio is not a nice place.

Every year, countless Mexicans and illegal immigrants run into Texas, and many of them choose San Antonio.

These guys without identity and jobs have turned the whole San Antonio into a mess, and there are few competent stupid policemen who only take taxpayers' money, which makes criminals more unscrupulous and crime is rampant.

Armed robbery at night has become one of the few means of survival for Mexicans and hungry illegal immigrants.

It is no longer a new thing to see a few unclaimed corpses in the wilderness every day.

"Boy, hand over the keys, quickly!"

Five Mexicans surrounded the black Chrysler, their black skin almost blending into the wilderness.

One of them held a steaming pistol in his hand and pointed it at the frightened clerk, threatening him to hand over the keys.

"Hey, man, that Chrysler can't hold five people, and it's worthless."

Logan walked out the door, cursing and striding forward.

Crewe, who was following closely behind him, looked panicked and warned, "James, be careful!"

He knew that these Mexicans were all desperate criminals who often did shady things in the wilderness. Many people had even died at their hands. They were a group of ruthless villains.

"Old man, is this car yours?"

The Mexicans turned their attention to Logan.

The man holding the gun pointed the gun at Logan without hesitation, his eyes full of contempt.

Obviously, they didn't take this old man who looked over fifty years old and reeked of alcohol seriously.

"of course."

Logan's eyes were a little blurry, as the alcohol took over his brain at an inopportune time, but fortunately he was still conscious.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out five hundred dollars and handed them over, "Take them and leave. No one here will call the police and no one will get hurt."

Years of life on the run have washed away much of the violence in his heart, and he doesn't want to cause trouble at this critical juncture.

When the Mexicans saw the money, their eyes lit up even brighter.

But it was obvious that their greed did not stop there. The old Mexican holding a gun even laughed and said, "Old man, if we kill you, the car and the money will all be ours."

They have committed many crimes, and at least seven or eight people have died in their hands. They don't mind taking a few more lives.

Besides, there were so many old men lying dead in the wilderness, and the police were too lazy to investigate further.

The Mexicans' reaction immediately made Crewe's heart tighten, "James!"

As soon as his voice fell, a gunshot was heard.

boom!
The shrill sound continued to echo in the wilderness.

The Mexican man holding the gun has already pulled the trigger wildly, his expression still joking, the old man's life is obviously unimportant.

"Oh shit!"

Logan cursed, and his body reacted almost subconsciously, twisting his head to the left.

The whistling bullet was wrapped in scorching heat, almost brushing past the ear, and hit the wall of the hotel behind him hard, leaving a steaming black bullet hole.

For a moment, the surroundings were completely silent, and everyone stared at Logan in amazement.

The Mexicans looked at Logan who turned his head, then looked at the pistol in his hand with steam coming out of the muzzle, and felt their heads explode suddenly.

He actually dodged the bullet!

The original confidence gradually disappeared, and looking at Logan who was gradually getting angry, inexplicable fear grew in the hearts of the five people.

Kru was also stunned and stared at Logan's back in disbelief.

He always thought that James was just an alcoholic chauffeur.

But now, this guy's identity is obviously not simple!
"Since you don't want to talk properly, let's try another approach!"

Logan's eyes were gloomy, he clenched his fists with gritted teeth, and three small holes gradually appeared between his finger bones, as if something was about to come out.

(End of this chapter)