American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 19: SHIELD is also there? Black Widow Natasha!
New York, Logan never thought that he would return to this city in his lifetime.

He had too many memories of this place: Xavier's School for the Gifted, the X-Men, Scott, Jean, Beast, and the faces of old friends passing by on the familiar streets emerged in his mind.

Now that he has set foot in this city again, he has mixed emotions. At the same time, he is also worried that he will be recognized. After all, his photo when he was young is still hanging on the wanted poster, and those guys have as sharp noses as dogs.

Fortunately, the Lawrence family had made sufficient preparations for this mission. They passed through various checkpoints and had a smooth journey without encountering any inspections. They easily entered New York City.

“Big cities are just different.”

In the driver's seat, Samuel looked at New York City in amazement.

Logan was not alone in this mission, but he joined the previous team. In addition to Samuel who was driving and Logan who was in the passenger seat, Conrad and Josh were also sitting in the back seat of the car.

As one of the four major financial centers in the world, New York's prosperity is self-evident. There are tall buildings everywhere, and the bustling streets are mostly filled with successful people in suits and ties. There are luxury cars and sports cars on the main roads, and there are countless luxurious luxury stores. It seems that the air is filled with the smell of money.

It was evening when they entered New York. The streets were bustling with activity, and here, the influence of the Avengers was unprecedentedly strong.

Avengers posters are constantly scrolling on the big screens in major shopping districts, and the interfaces are filled with Avengers-related toys.

Posters of Captain America holding a vibranium shield are almost everywhere in the streets and alleys. Children are happily holding Hulk dolls, and there are also Iron Man's sci-fi helmet, Thor's hammer toy, and so on.

The Avengers took over the entire New York market.

Logan's eyes kept scanning the shops selling toys, and his divine light gradually dimmed.

In the huge city of New York, there is no trace of X-Men anymore.
But should he be glad?
After all, no one would be able to recognize me this way.

At the intersection, Logan looked at the big screen on the building next to him, which was showing a huge Avengers 'family portrait' poster.

Passersby would always stop to watch and tell the stories of the Avengers to the children around them.

Logan looked at this scene and felt deeply moved.

The Battle of New York had just ended in 2012, and the Avengers became household names, and people's admiration for the Avengers had reached its peak.

"They are really glorious."

Samuel held a cigarette in his mouth, his hands on the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic light to count down, his eyes scanning the interface full of Avengers elements, and couldn't help but sigh: "Although the Battle of New York created them, the price was not small. Many civilians suffered in this war. My cousin lives here, and he saw with his own eyes that the car he bought with a loan for many years was smashed by the Hulk."

Josh in the back seat suddenly interrupted: "Maybe he should be thankful that he wasn't smashed into a pulp."

Logan shrugged and said, "You can't expect those alien monsters to start a war with us in the Sahara Desert. You can't have your cake and eat it too. If you want to protect the Earth, some unavoidable destruction is inevitable."

If superheroes want to save the earth, there will naturally be some costs that no one in the world wants to see.

Samuel smoked a cigarette and turned to look at Logan, "You've never been a superhero, so how do you know what the Avengers think?"

"Guess."

Logan smiled and said nothing more.

As the green light came on, Samuel started the car and drove all the way to the door of the hotel near New York Harbor.

Compared with the bustling skyscrapers in the city center, this suburb near the port is not so gorgeous.

The streets are no longer flat and smooth. A large number of heavy trucks transporting goods go in and out every day, and it is inevitable that some potholes will appear on the roads.

The people coming and going are no longer the elites in suits and ties. Most of them are construction workers and port porters wearing white sweatshirts and yellow safety helmets.

Logan and his friends booked a room in the hotel.

The accommodation here is very cheap, and the environment is naturally not much better. There is only room for one bed in the small room, and the shower in the bathroom does not even provide hot water. Logan guessed that there might still be sweat left by the previous tenant on the bed sheets.

The main customers of these cheap hotels are mostly dock workers or passengers who are about to disembark from ships to stay overnight. If the charges are too high, those people would probably prefer to sleep on the streets.

Although the room was booked, Logan and his companions had no plans to rest.

It was already evening and the sky was gradually getting dark, but their mission was to be completed at night, leaving them no time to rest.

Four people squeezed into a room. Conrad threw his travel bag on the bed sheet. After opening it, he found a large bag filled with pistols, silencers, spare magazines, blades and other weapons.

The four men each took out their pistols, installed silencers, tested the guns, and loaded bullets into the magazines.

"It's 7:30 in the evening now. We set off at 9:00. The port will be closed at that time. No one will be specifically guarding the containers, but there will be patrols passing by from time to time."

Logan loaded the bullets while explaining the mission details. "Be careful not to be discovered by the patrol. Otherwise, once they call the police, the police and guards will be able to surround the entire port within ten minutes. At that time, our only escape route will be the sea behind the port."

As he spoke, Logan glanced at Conrad.

This guy has been very silent since he set off. He basically didn't say a few words from Santa Fe to New York, and he no longer refuted any of Logan's remarks.

Obviously, after the last incident, this guy has learned his lesson and at least doesn't dare to openly oppose Logan.

"The goal this time is very clear." Logan stuffed the loaded magazine into the pistol and said in a deep voice, "Chris wants us to find container No. 26. The two boxes of cargo numbered BU-27 and BU- are our mission targets. Remember, handle them with care. There is a high probability that there are priceless porcelain or other antiques inside. In short, they are very valuable."

Although Chris said that there were antiques in it, Logan actually didn't believe everything he said.

His intuition told him that this batch of goods was a hundred times more important than the so-called antiques!
Samuel and the other two nodded, packed their equipment, and took out some compressed biscuits and water from their backpacks to replenish their energy.

As night falls, the evening breeze blows from the port, and the salty and humid smell of the sea water fills your nose. The moisture in the air is simply incomparable to that in the desert area of ​​San Antonio.

Logan and his companions changed into black clothes that made it easier to hide in the night. They drove around the port several times and after determining the escape route, they parked the car in a nearby parking lot and walked towards the port.

At this time, the port has been closed and surrounded by a three-meter-high fence. The roads leading to the interior of the port are also lined with straight poles to prevent passage, and there are guards with batons on both sides of the poles to strictly guard them.

However, this obstacle naturally did not pose a problem for Logan and his team. They groped their way to a fence in the corner, easily climbed over it, and entered the port.

What catches your eye is a large pile of containers piled here. Containers of various colors are piled here neatly and orderly, and there is no end in sight.

"Oh my god, how long will it take to find this!"

Samuel looked at the containers all over the floor and felt overwhelmed for a moment.

Logan squatted down, looked around vigilantly, and whispered: "They are all placed in order. As long as you find the order, you can find it quickly."

After saying that, Logan walked towards the container carefully, checked the numbers on the containers, and quickly sorted out the numbers on the containers, and walked towards the target according to the numbers.

During this period, they did encounter several patrols, but these patrols were not searching strictly. They just walked around the container community with flashlights. When Logan and his companions saw the lights, they hid behind the containers and did not attract any attention at all.

After a series of surprises, the four finally found the target container No. 79.

"That's it!"

Samuel couldn't wait to take out a small pair of pliers from his waist. "Get it as soon as possible and go back to rest. If we go back at this time, maybe we can have a drink or two in the bar downstairs of the hotel."

As he said this, he was about to break the lock on the container.

"and many more!"

Logan suddenly stopped him in a low voice, and put his finger on his lips, "Shh, someone is coming."

His keen perception allowed him to clearly hear a faint rustling sound approaching.

The three of them looked around in confusion, but heard no sound.

Just as I was about to ask, the sound of low footsteps suddenly rang out.

"Damn it! Hide first!"

Logan glanced around and pointed at two stacked containers opposite container No. 79.

The other three understood what he meant and quickly climbed onto the container and lay on top.

The height of the two containers is such that you can’t see the people lying on top of them when looking from below.

After a while, the footsteps became clearer and more frequent, and it sounded like there were quite a few people. More importantly, the other party did not turn on the flashlight and deliberately lowered their footsteps. It was obvious that they were definitely not the guards of the port.

The stranger's intrusion made Logan frown.

"Rumlow, are you sure it's container number 79?"

A cold female voice came.

"Well, the intelligence shows that this is the place."

A dull male voice responded to her.

Oops!

Logan was shocked, the other party was also heading for container number 79!
In order to find out the other party's purpose, Logan carefully stuck his head out and saw the figure below clearly. He was stunned for a moment.

A team wearing special combat uniforms surrounded container No. 79. Leading the team was a very charming woman with a beautiful face under her refreshing orange-red hair. She was wearing a tight black combat suit that perfectly showed off her beautiful figure.

Black Widow, Natasha!
Logan recognized the woman's identity at a glance, his heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly retracted his head.

"What's wrong?" Samuel noticed that Logan's expression was not right and asked in a low voice.

Logan frowned and tried to keep his voice down.

"Damn it, they're from SHIELD!"

(End of this chapter)