American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 111 Spider-Man, Peter Parker
“Is this the reception point?”

Logan looked at the candy factory in surprise. There were cars coming and going and many people looking at it. It didn't look like a good place to make a meeting.

"This is the agreed location."

Macka motioned for Logan to find a random spot to park the car, his eyes fixed on the street outside.

"It seems that the shelter you contacted is quite powerful. It was able to open a factory in New York."

Victor looked at this large candy factory and exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

This is New York, a city where every inch of land is valuable. The capital required to open such a large factory here is probably an astronomical figure.

If this factory was really built by the shelter organization, it would be enough to show that they have abundant financial resources.

Everyone nodded with deep feeling at this. After all, this is New York, which is known as one of the four major financial centers in the world. Anyone who can start a business here is definitely not an ordinary person.

Logan parked the car outside the factory, turned to Maca and asked, "Now, what should we do?"

"Wait."

Macka looked at the factory gate, "He will come to us himself."

A few minutes later, a bearded man in work clothes walked out of the factory. After looking around at the factory gate, he locked onto the license plate of Logan's car and walked straight towards the car.

The bearded man looked around vigilantly, then bent down and knocked on the car window.

Maca rolled down the car window and didn't say anything directly, just looked at him silently.

"Are you Maika?"

The bearded man asked cautiously, glancing at the other people in the car, with obvious vigilance in his eyes.

"it's me."

Maca nodded, and then added: "They are my friends, all mutants, and can be trusted."

Hearing this, the bearded man finally felt relieved and introduced himself: "I am the receptionist sent by Moira Mactaggart. Please follow me."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to get off the car, and then turned around and walked in front to lead the way.

Logan and his companions quickly opened the door and got out of the car, following the bearded man.

Victor looked at the bearded man's back, feeling somewhat puzzled. He strode to his side, pointed at the candy factory and asked curiously, "Is your base a candy processing factory?"

The bearded man shook his head to indicate no.

"Then you just came out from inside? And you were still wearing the work clothes from the factory."

Victor pointed at the bearded man's clothes, which had the logo of a candy factory on them.

“I’m just working in there.”

The bearded man said helplessly: "Most of us in the shelter have to go to work. Stable jobs can help us hide our identities, and the wages can improve our living environment."

Victor was greatly disappointed when he heard this.

I thought that the other party was financially strong, and maybe after cooperating with them, my material life would be more abundant. But now it seems that they are just that.

While they were talking, the bearded man had already led them into an empty alley. He looked outside the alley vigilantly, and after making sure that no one noticed, he moved the sewer manhole in the alley and motioned for everyone to go down.

Logan and his companions looked at the entrance to the sewer and couldn't help but stare at each other in surprise.

They could clearly smell some stench coming from below, and it was obviously not a good place.

But the bearded man insisted: "Go down, the ground is too dangerous, we can only complete the connection down there."

Listening to the bearded man's words, Maca could only nod and jump into the sewer first.

Logan and his friends had no choice but to follow Maca in.

The bearded man walked at the end. After entering the sewer, he carefully put the manhole cover back in place before leading everyone forward.

This sewer is very spacious, and even cars can pass through it without any problem. There are stone brick roads on both sides for people to walk on, and in the middle of the stone brick roads is a flowing drainage ditch, through which the smelly domestic sewage flows to other places.

The bearded man was used to the sewers, so he walked through them easily and normally. However, Logan and the others obviously couldn't adapt to the dark and humid environment so quickly, so they could only follow the bearded man with frowns on their faces.

The bearded man walked in front. He was like a rat who had lived here for many years and was very familiar with the terrain of the sewer. He turned around and explained to Logan and the others, "This is our base."

Hearing this, everyone looked around the sewer with frowns on their faces.

Water droplets seeped into the dark walls. The lack of sunlight all year round made the place extremely humid, and there was a musty smell everywhere. Some rotten household garbage emitted a disgusting odor in the drain.

It’s hard to imagine that someone would use this as a base.

Marcos suddenly felt that the farm they were on before was simply paradise. At least compared to here, the environment on the farm was much more comfortable.

Victor fell into complete silence.

I thought the New York asylum was a big shot, but it turned out to be a poor guy living in the sewers.

In contrast, Logan could understand what they did.

After all, this is New York, a place with many people and eyes. If you want to take root here, you must hide perfectly, and the sewer is indeed a very suitable stronghold.

Although he understood it, the stench here was really hard for Logan to accept. After all, his five senses were sensitive, and his sense of smell and hearing were much more developed than those of ordinary people. He really couldn't adapt to such a place.

Everyone was silent along the way and could only follow the bearded man's footsteps closely, trying their best to avoid stepping on some dirty household garbage.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the bearded man led them through the underground sewer and finally through a door into another basement.

This basement looks quite large, but it is isolated from the stench of the sewer outside and is also specially equipped with lights. Compared to the sewer outside, it is indeed much cleaner here.

At the door of the basement stood two burly guards with guns on their waists, standing on both sides of the door like soldiers on guard.

The bearded man obviously knew them. After greeting them and introducing the purpose of Maca and the others' visit, he conducted some simple inspections and opened the door to let them in.

After entering the door, Logan and his companions were obviously a little surprised.

The decoration here is not even minimalist. Apart from a lamp above the head, there are no other decorations, only a few tents set up in the basement.

"You guys live here?"

Maca stared at the tents with wide eyes, puzzled, and couldn't help asking, "It looks like they can only accommodate a few people at most."

If their shelter was only this size, Maca would be very disappointed. After all, these tents could only accommodate about ten people at most, and it would be very crowded.

“It’s just a transit point.”

The bearded man looked back at Maca and explained, "You can't go to the headquarters yet."

Hearing this, Maca and Logan breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if the other side has too few people, the support they can provide will probably be very limited.

Of course, Logan also understood the other party's actions very well.

After all, the current situation is tense, the living environment of mutants is precarious, and dangers are everywhere. It is impossible for them to take Maca and others whom they just met to the headquarters.

"I'm so sorry."

At this time, a clear female voice came from the tent, and then a woman walked out of the tent, with a look of apology on her face, and said to Maca and others: "This is the first time we meet, and I can't trust you completely. Of course, I guess you are also wary of us. In order to prevent both of us from being put in danger, we can only receive you at the transfer station."

As she spoke, she walked up to Maca, gave him a very standard smile and said, "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Moira Mactaggart, the person in charge of the underground shelter in Queens, New York."

Maika nodded and reached out to shake Moira's hand in greeting, "I'm Maika, I contacted you guys."

Moira smiled and nodded, and at the same time looked at the people behind Maca, and saw Logan at a glance, and immediately said with a smile: "I guess you are Wolverine Logan, it's an honor to meet you."

She took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with Logan, and said with a smile: "You are much younger than I thought. I heard stories about you X-Men when I was a child. Even now that I have grown up, I am still fascinated by your former glory."

Logan looked at the woman's modest and polite appearance, feeling somewhat flattered. He shook hands with Moira and said with a wry smile, "That's all in the past."

He didn't expect that even after such a long time, his name would still be known among these mutants. Victor poked Logan's lower back and said jokingly, "If I had known, I would have tried to join the X-Men. You guys are so popular. You have fans everywhere."

Logan rolled his eyes speechlessly, "If you really join the X-Men, I guarantee you'll be fired the next day."

Victor's bloodthirsty character is not welcomed by the X-Men, even though he is very capable.

Perhaps Magneto's brotherhood would be more suitable for him.

"Let's go into the tent and chat. There's a place inside for you to rest."

Moira smiled and spoke to the few people, inviting them into the tent she had just walked out of.

This is a military-like tent, like the kind that commanders use for meetings at the front lines in movies and TV shows. It has a large space inside, enough to accommodate five or six people.

This place is obviously used specifically for meetings. There is a small table in the middle, chairs around it, and even a water dispenser and coffee machine for brewing tea.

Moira asked everyone to take a seat and asked about their situation.

Maca told about the shelter in Canada, and then sighed helplessly: "I still have more than a hundred mutants under my command, and they are being hunted by the patrol team. Our current habitat is not safe, so I have no choice but to come to you for help."

After listening to Maca's statement, Moira was silent for a while, and then she shook her head with a look of regret and said, "If you expect to avoid being caught by the patrol team in New York, that's impossible."

She has lived in New York for many years and knows how dangerous this place is. There is no guarantee of safety here.

But Macka obviously didn't want to give up the chance to rescue them, so he quickly said, "Since you have been able to stay in New York for many years without any problems, you must have found a way to avoid the patrol team. On behalf of my more than 130 mutants, I sincerely hope that you can help us. In this environment, we mutants should help each other, right?"

There is nothing Maca can do now and can only place his hopes on Moira and the others.

Moreover, Maca believed that if they could survive in New York, they must have a way to resist the patrol's searches. If they didn't have this ability, they would be found by the patrol even if they hid in the water, let alone in the sewers.

After hearing Maca's request, Moira was obviously a little embarrassed and did not respond. She just stood up and poured a few cups of coffee for everyone.

Looking at Moira's attitude, Maca was obviously a little anxious. Just when he was about to continue speaking, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted and a young man ran in.

"problem occurs!"

As soon as the young man entered the tent, he spoke to Moira in a panic.

Looking at the young man's expression, Moira frowned, stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young man gasped for breath, pointed outside, and said anxiously: "There was a conflict between our people and Jin Bing's people, and a fight has already started!"

Hearing this, Moira's expression changed drastically. After looking at Maca and the others, she said, "Wait here for a while. I have something to take care of."

After saying that, he followed the young man out.

When they heard the name Kingpin, Logan and Maca's expressions changed at the same time.

They knew Kingpin, a brutal and bloodthirsty guy who was the underground emperor of New York and the king of the entire black and gray area of ​​New York.

If I get into a conflict with Jin Bing, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to survive in Hell's Kitchen.

But now, in order to get help from Moira and the others, Maca thought about it, then stood up and said, "Let's go together, maybe we can help."

If I show my sincerity now, maybe it will change Moira's attitude.

Moira obviously knew what Macka meant. She looked back at them and said with a frown, "It's not a good decision to become an enemy of King in New York. You don't have to get involved in this mess."

She knew how terrifying Jin Bing was, and no one wanted to offend that guy.

"I told you, we mutants should help each other, right?"

Maika looked at her with a smile, his eyes firm.

After hesitating for a moment, Moira nodded and said, "In that case, follow me, but I can't guarantee your safety."

Moira was naturally very happy that Maca and the others offered to help. After all, Kingpin's power was very strong, and they might not be able to deal with it alone.

However, it is obvious that Macka and his men are quite capable in combat, and there is also a famous Wolverine who may really be able to help.

Led by Moira, everyone hurried to Hell's Kitchen.

On the way, Moira explained to everyone: "Our asylum has business in Hell's Kitchen. You should know this place. It is full of chaos. Although there are people like Daredevil and Spider-Man who can stop some criminals from committing crimes, they can't completely eliminate all the crimes. This place is still a mess. In order to develop our business, we often have conflicts with local snakes."

After finishing speaking, Moira sighed, frowned and said, “This kind of thing happens from time to time, and it’s not easy to solve every time.”

Logan glanced at her and said sarcastically, "Kingpin is not some local tyrant."

He knew Kingpin very well. He was definitely the ceiling of humanity in Marvel. Although he had no superpowers, his own strength was enough to be comparable to that of ordinary superheroes.

The black empire he created is an extremely powerful force. At least in Hell's Kitchen, he is the absolute leader of the underworld.

Moira nodded in agreement with Logan and said seriously, "Yes, so the situation this time will be more troublesome."

As they were talking, several people arrived at the scene.

At this time in a dim alley, fierce gunfire was constantly ringing out in the alley. The two groups of people occupied each end of the alley and shot at each other.

However, one side was using pistols, and there were only a few of them, so their firepower was very limited. They were forced to hide behind several wooden boxes and dared not show their heads. They could only fire back blindly with their pistols raised.

On the other side, there were more than a dozen arrogant guys, holding submachine guns and firing continuously, and the situation was one-sided.

The suppressed party were naturally Moira's men. She ran to her men and without taking time to ask the reason, she directly took out her pistol and followed her men to fight back.

Logan and his men looked at each other, then decisively took out their pistols and joined the battlefield.

bang bang bang! ! !
The shrill sound of gunfire continued to echo, and the whistling of bullets continued to fly in the alley.

The battle situation was extremely intense.

After Logan and Victor looked at each other, they slightly stuck their heads out, letting the bullets from the opposite side brush past their ears, their eyes firmly fixed on the person opposite them.

Those guys relied on the suppressive power of their submachine guns and did not rely on cover at all. They just leaned out of the cover and shot crazily.

After Logan and Victor locked onto the enemy, they suddenly stood up and fired without hesitation from their pistols.

Boom!

After two shots, the two people on the opposite side were instantly pierced through the forehead by bullets and fell straight to the ground.

When Kingpin's men saw that the opponent's shooting skills were so good, they were all horrified and quickly retreated into their cover, firing continuously with their guns to suppress the enemy, but they just didn't show their heads to give Logan and the others a chance to aim and shoot.

But Logan and Victor, who have participated in countless wars, have seen this kind of situation many times.

The two men looked at each other, and almost at the same time, they jumped up three or four meters by stepping on the wall. Using this height, they easily locked onto the person hiding behind the cover on the opposite side.

During the free fall, the two men aimed and shot decisively.

Bang bang bang!
After a few shots, several more bodies fell in a pool of blood, and the situation suddenly changed.

Moira's men looked at the two in surprise, and for a moment they couldn't help but be stunned.

Such marksmanship and ability are simply amazing!
Kingpin's men were obviously shocked by Logan and his men's marksmanship. They looked at their fallen companions in astonishment and were panicked for a moment.

Just when Logan and Victor wanted to charge forward and end the battle in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, several white spider silks flew over, stuck to Logan and his men's pistols, and pulled them away with force.

Logan and his men, who had been disarmed, were stunned and quickly looked in the direction where the spider silk came from.

I saw a red and blue figure squatting on the telephone pole in front of me. He was holding a pair of guns stuck together in his hands and looking at Logan and others below.

"Everyone, stop for a moment. Your gunshots are disturbing the public."

A very young voice came from under his mask.

Logan looked at the man on the telephone pole and was stunned.

"Spider-Man?"

(End of this chapter)