American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 16: Threats from the Lawrence Family, Strange Text Messages

After a whole day of exposure to the sun, the entire factory was filled with a stuffy air.

The old electric fan was turning, making a creaking noise and blowing out hot air.

"James, to be honest, it took me a lot of effort to find this place. I have to say, this is not a good place. If you need anything, just tell me. I can arrange a place for you in the best area in the city."

Chris put down his crossed legs and kept a smile on his face, but that smile was not warm, but made people feel full of danger.

Logan walked over and sat down opposite Chris, and said calmly, "No need."

As he spoke, he glanced around and didn't see the professor, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The professor is undoubtedly his biggest weakness now. If the other party controls the professor, he will be in a completely passive position.

However, the peace of mind that had just been put to rest was brought up again by Chris' words.

"Don't be so vigilant, James. Just because you don't need it doesn't mean your father doesn't need it. It's not a good idea to let a 90-year-old man live in a water tower like that."

Chris stared at James with a smile, the warning in his eyes was obvious.

Logan's face darkened instantly, and his fists were clenched so tightly that cracks seemed to be appearing between them.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

After wandering for so many years, how could Logan not hear the warning in the other party's words?

Chris's words implied only one meaning: I know your address, and I also know that there are elderly people in your family who are unable to resist...

"take it easy."

Chris smiled and said, "You saved my life, so I think we are friends, and friends won't hurt each other, right? Unless someone betrays our friendship, of course, but I really don't want to see that scene."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and a bodyguard took out an exquisite palm-sized gift box from his arms and placed it respectfully in Chris's hand.

"And I heard that this escort mission would not be possible without you. To express our gratitude, the family has prepared a gift specifically for you."

Chris gently handed the gift box to Logan, "This is something we carefully prepared. It matches your status very well."

Logan didn't reach out his hand, but just stared into Chris's eyes with a vigilant look on his face.

The crimson gift box was specially tied with an exquisite knot using red silk, just like the exquisite gift packages in luxury stores.

"Open it, Logan."

Chris always had a smile on his face, as if this was the only expression he had, but his voice was extremely cold.

"You knew my identity from the beginning?"

When he heard his own name, Logan was startled. All the muscles in his body tensed up, his fists clenched, and the steel claws between his knuckles were about to come out.

This time, Logan completely miscalculated.

He had been hanging around in Santa Fe for many years and no one recognized him, which made him mistakenly believe that the world had truly forgotten Wolverine.

But obviously, this is not the case.

As Victor said, Wolverine's name is so big that even after the name has been forgotten for decades, people will still remember it.

When Wolverine is still useful, he will always be remembered.

"No." Chris smiled and shook his head. "I initially thought you were just a very good fighter, but my father knew you. When he was young, pictures of you mutants appeared on the headlines of newspapers from time to time."

Chris put the gift box on the table, stood up, patted his pants, and smiled, "Don't be so nervous. I really came here just to give you a gift. I will notify you when there is a new task next time. I saved your phone number, remember? But if your phone number doesn't work, I may have to visit you again."

After saying that, he waved and led his people out of the factory.

Seeing Chris go out, Caliban rushed to the kitchen, picked up the shotgun from the hidden corner, ran to the front door with the gun, locked the door, and looked outside vigilantly through the peephole.

It was not until the two cars Chris had parked outside the factory started and drove away that Caliban breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to Logan.

Logan looked at the exquisite gift box on the table and opened it carefully.

There was a silver revolver in the gift box. The exquisite workmanship made it look like a work of art. The silver-plated shell gleamed white under the light. Next to the pistol, there were three exquisite silver-white bullets.

"Damn it!"

Logan threw the gift box and the pistol back onto the table.

He knew that this was a naked threat from Chris!

"Logan, you told me there wouldn't be any trouble!"

Caliban stood in front of Logan angrily, "But now someone knows that the professor is here, knows that you are here, and has even come to our door. If more people find out, we might be killed by two RPGs in our sleep!"

"calm down!"

Logan snatched the shotgun from Caliban and said sullenly, "They won't do anything to us in the short term!"

If he wanted to kill him, Chris would not come here tonight. He only needed to report their location to the government, and a large number of fully armed soldiers and armed helicopters would surround this place immediately. Now Chris obviously wanted to use me to do things for him!
"Just because we won't do it now doesn't mean we won't do it in the future!" Caliban's face was filled with panic. "Logan, we have to pack up. We have to flee from here tomorrow, no, tonight. This place is full of dangers and we could be caught at any time!"

As he spoke, Caliban even went to prepare his luggage.

"Don't be so impulsive!"

Logan grabbed Caliban and said, "Trust me, I can handle this."

Caliban still looked terrified. "Just now I was pinned down on the sofa by three men. The pistols on their waists could kill me at any time. How could I stay calm?"

He stared at Logan, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, fear lingering in his heart.

"If we flee now, it will only be more dangerous!"

Logan responded calmly.

Now that Chris obviously won't expose himself, those guys won't fall out so quickly as long as they can make some profit from Wolverine.

But Logan also understood that his life must not always be controlled by others.

Otherwise, once I am no longer valuable, Chris and the others will get rid of me at the first opportunity!
If they flee now, what awaits them is not the Lawrence family, but a comprehensive blockade by government departments. The risk will be tens of millions times higher at that time!
After hearing this, Caliban sat down on the sofa dejectedly, burying his head, holding his head with both hands, with a look of pain on his face.

He just wants to live his life in peace and stability. He never wants to touch anything dangerous!
"Logan."

Charles came in from the back door in a wheelchair, "Is that guy your boss?"

He controlled the wheelchair and came in front of Logan, lying on the wheelchair, "That guy is not a good person."

"I know, don't worry."

Logan reached out and patted the professor's hand. "I'll take care of everything. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Charles didn't respond, just looked at Logan quietly.

Although Logan's words sounded light-hearted, the current situation was obviously a big challenge for him.

"If it doesn't work, let me..."

Before Charles could finish his words, Logan quickly looked up to stop him.

He looked the professor in the eye and shook his head.

Logan understood what the professor meant by the second half of his words, "Let me kill them all!"

"Not yet, Charles."

Logan shook his head firmly, "That would only bring greater danger. If we really do that, it won't just be the Lawrence family that knows about us."

His strength has deteriorated greatly now, and he knows very well what the consequences will be if he is targeted by government agencies. It will definitely be a disastrous end.

Charles looked at Logan's determined gaze and wanted to say something.

But Logan didn't give him a chance to speak. He turned to Caliban and said, "I bought a lot of things. They are in the trunk. Come with me to get them. We can have a sumptuous dinner tonight."

After saying that, he turned to the professor and said, "Professor, go to the sofa and watch a movie. Let's forget about what happened tonight for a while. Believe me, I can handle everything."

Charles looked at Logan and had no choice but to shut up.

Logan and Caliban took all the things Logan bought out of the trunk of the car.

He bought a lot of delicious food, and with Caliban and his careful cooking, the rich aroma of the food soon filled the factory.

The fragrance that filled the room relieved everyone's irritability. The three of them temporarily forgot about Chris's concerns and immersed themselves in the sumptuous dinner.

The rare delicacy whetted the appetites of the three people, and it took them more than an hour to finish the rare dinner.

After letting the professor take the medicine, Logan pushed him back to the water tower and settled him down. Then he took a simple shower and lay down on his bed.

It was a small room with cracked walls leading directly to the wilderness outside. The cold moonlight penetrated the gaps and shone on his body.

The gunshot wound had not completely healed in the past few days, and thick blood scabs had formed at the muzzle of the gun.

Logan looked at the wounds on his body and let out a sigh of helplessness.

Ding Dong!

The phone on the bedside suddenly lit up.

The Uber app received a text message.

Logan opened his phone and saw an unfamiliar message: Are you not accepting customers recently?

Looking at this strange message, Logan's face was full of surprise.

Why would anyone care whether an Uber driver picks up passengers?
(End of this chapter)