American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 18 The number one hater of mutants!

The Lawrence family's manor is located in the most luxurious wealthy area of ​​Santa Fe.

Those who can live here are among the richest businessmen in the entire city of Santa Fe. Ordinary people cannot set foot here at all.

The Lawrence family's manor is located in the center of the wealthy area. From a distance, it looks like a magnificent castle.

Led by his servants, Logan successfully entered this luxurious manor.

There are large tracts of woods in the manor, and there are even a few ancient trees that appear to be hundreds of years old.

These woods are carefully trimmed by gardeners every day. The lush woods are neat and tidy without any abrupt places. The air here is extremely fresh. It is hard to imagine that in this desert place, there can be such fresh air.

Logan followed the attendant, and somewhat restrainedly adjusted his wrinkled cheap suit, trying his best to make himself look less out of place.

After all, compared to the Lawrence family's manor, the abandoned factory where he lived was simply a garbage dump!

Even the attendants who led the way were wearing uniform tuxedos that looked more expensive than his cheap suit.

"Mr. James, Master Chris is waiting for you upstairs."

The servant took Logan into a palace-like residence. In the magnificent house, any simple-looking decoration was enough to replace an ordinary person's annual salary!

The spiral staircase leading to the second floor even has handrails plated with real gold, which is extremely dazzling under the reflection of natural light.

The servant took Logan upstairs and knocked gently on the door of a room. "Master Chris, Mr. James is here."

After saying this, without waiting for a response from inside, the servant turned and went downstairs. Before leaving, he signaled Logan to push the door and go in.

Logan also opened the door and entered the office.

Although it is called an office, its floor area is larger than a standard basketball court. The side with good lighting is equipped with floor-to-ceiling windows, so you can clearly see the blue sky and white clouds outside at a glance.

The office is meticulously decorated. Any of the oil paintings hanging on the wall could be auctioned for tens of millions of dollars in art treasures. In the collection display cabinets, the youngest items can be traced back to the First Industrial Revolution!
Chris, who was drinking tea on the leather sofa in the office, saw Logan and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Logan, I'm glad you're on time."

Logan nodded, and at the same time looked at the other person sitting on the sofa opposite Chris, his face suddenly stiffened.

Chris quickly introduced with a smile, "This is my guest today, Mr. Donald Pierce. By the way, he is a die-hard fan of Wolverine. You two may have a lot in common."

"When I was a kid, I often listened to stories about Wolverine and the X-Men. I have a special liking for stories about superheroes."

Donald stood up with a smile and extended his hand enthusiastically to Logan.

Logan stared at Donald and scanned the office to make sure there were no heavily armed guys hiding in the office before he shook hands with him politely.

Compared to Donald's smiling face, Logan's expression was a little gloomy.

He didn't expect that Donald would go directly to the Lawrence family and even arrange for him to meet with them!
Chris watched the two men shaking hands, still smiling, "I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to take care of, Logan, I hope you have a good chat with Mr. Donald."

After saying that, Chris stood up and left the office.

Donald sat back in his original seat and enthusiastically invited Logan to take a seat.

"I heard from Mr. Chris that you were an Uber driver before?" Donald used his mechanical arm to play with a teacup in front of him, while squinting at Logan. "I'm just looking for a Mexican woman with a little girl. I wonder if you have ever received them?"

Logan knew he was asking about Laura, and immediately shook his head decisively, "I haven't seen it."

Donald was not surprised by Logan's reply and continued, "The Mexican woman's name is Gabriela."

Logan's expression remained calm, "I haven't heard of it."

Although he had just texted with Gabriela last night, Logan knew that if he admitted it now, it would definitely bring some unnecessary trouble.

Donald smiled and shook his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip, but his eyes were always fixed on Logan.

Although Logan acted very calm, Donald did not believe him.

He understood that the only person Gabriela would contact when he came to Santa Fe was Wolverine. After all, Laura had Wolverine's genes, and the only person who was capable and would help her was Wolverine.

But Logan insisted that he didn't know her, and Donald had no choice. This was not the time to have a head-on confrontation with Logan. After all, they still had to rely on each other to lure Laura out.

Donald drank the tea in the cup, stopped asking questions, stood up and handed Logan a business card.

"I think you have met too many customers and can't remember it all at once. I hope you can recall it well later. If you remember the information about the Mexican woman and the child, you can call me anytime."

As he spoke, a warm smile appeared on his face. "Don't worry, Mr. Logan's work will not be in vain. That little girl is very important to us. If you tell us about her, we will provide you with a generous reward."

Logan took the business card, glanced at it briefly, nodded, and put it in his pocket.

Donald smiled happily and turned to leave the office.

Logan looked at Donald's back and sat on the sofa with a sullen face.

It seems that the Lawrence family and Donald at least have a cooperative relationship on the surface, which is not a good thing for him.

"It looks like you guys had a good chat." Chris suddenly pushed the door open and looked at Logan with a smile.

"Why tell him, I'm in Santa Fe City, you should know that he is a hunter from the mutant laboratory!"

Logan looked at Chris coldly, his heart filled with anger at the Lawrence family's backstabbing.

Although he knew that Donald would definitely ask someone to find out his whereabouts, he didn't expect that the Lawrence family would betray him so easily!

"Mr. Donald works for Dr. Rice, who is one of the top biologists in the United States."

Chris did not directly respond to Logan's question, and said to himself: "Building a good relationship with him will be of great benefit to the family."

"They are not good people. If something unexpected happens, they will abandon you at any time."

Logan's warning was not out of kindness; he was worried that the Lawrence family had too much cooperation with Donald's gang, which would be detrimental to him.

And he remembered that Dr. Rice had been involved in research on genetically modified food for mutants.

This guy is the number one anti-fan of mutants. To be honest, if he had the chance, Logan would choose to kill Les.

"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing. Just do your job for Lawrence and no one will hurt you."

Chris still had a smile on his face. He turned and walked to the desk, carefully picking up a porcelain bowl on the table.

"Do you know this? Look how beautiful it is. It is an unparalleled work of art in human history. It is hard to imagine how such a perfect treasure could have been made in the East more than a thousand years ago."

Chris looked at the porcelain bowl with fascination in his eyes.

“Tang Sancai.”

Logan glanced at the porcelain bowl. He didn't know much about antiques, but the standard mixed colors of white, green and yellow allowed him to tell the type of the bowl. After all, he was from China before he traveled through time.

"Yes."

Chris carefully put down the porcelain bowl and exclaimed: "The treasures left behind by that oriental country that calls itself Tang simply fascinate everyone."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

Logan didn't want to continue the topic of antiques. He didn't believe that Chris was just showing off his collection.

Chris smiled softly, "Remember the gang you encountered when you and Samuel went to Nevada last time? You killed ten of them by yourself."

Logan did not respond, but waited quietly for Chris's next words.

Chris suddenly stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, "They are not ordinary gang members, but members of the Juarez family. Perhaps you don't know that the Juarez family and our Chris family have always been mortal enemies. At least since my great-grandfather's generation, there have been fights between the two sides. At that time, it was popular to fight with revolvers."

"You want me to take out the Juarez family?"

Logan asked with a serious face, "Then you think too highly of me."

He doesn't have the strength to confront a big family head-on now.

"No no no."

Chris shook his head repeatedly and continued to talk to himself, "Most of the Juarez family's businesses are in the smuggling business. Recently, I got news that they have a batch of antique ceramics that they want to smuggle in from the Port of New York. That's a lot of wealth that is eye-catching."

"You want me to intercept the goods?"

Logan immediately understood, and also understood Chris's intention of arranging a meeting between him and Donald today.

He wanted to tell himself that if he didn't agree, they would let Donald do something to him at any time!

“It’s always nice to talk to smart people.”

Chris smiled at Logan and looked at the porcelain bowl, "Look how beautiful it is. There are countless treasures as beautiful as it in that batch of goods."

Logan didn't respond, but just looked down at the porcelain bowl and found that Chris's liking for the porcelain bowl seemed to be just a pretense, and he didn't even notice that it was tilted.

Logan reached out and tried to straighten the porcelain bowl.

However, just as his hand was halfway extended, Chris slapped it away in disgust, "Don't touch it! Méprisable!"

Logan's face darkened, but he recovered in an instant, retracted his hand, and said softly, "Sorry."

Chris stopped talking nonsense and stared at the porcelain bowl. He said sternly, "Go back and pack up. We'll leave tonight. This is a serious matter. I don't want to see any accidents!"

Logan nodded, turned and walked out of the office. As the office door closed, his expression instantly became gloomy.

Chris may not know that Logan, as a Canadian, can speak a word or two of French.

And Logan knew that the word he just used meant "dirty" in French!
(End of this chapter)