American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 2: Dusk Wolf’s counterattack and awakening of new abilities!

Logan clenched his fists and stared coldly at the five Mexicans in front of him.

This body is old, but he is not a fish on the chopping board that can be bullied by a few old Mexicans with guns!
"Boy, come on together."

Loganson stared at the few people coldly. Without waiting for the old Mexican with the gun to pull the trigger again, he stomped his back feet on the ground and jumped high, like a wolf pouncing on its prey, and smashed the old Mexican in the face with his huge fist.

He did not show his steel claws.

On the one hand, his old body prevented him from extending his steel claws, and secondly, he did not want to reveal his identity.

The characteristics of the Steel Claws are too obvious. Once word gets out, the group of guys who want to kill the mutants will probably immediately notice San Antonio.

He doesn't want to give up this relatively peaceful life.

But even without using the steel claws, the power of his muscles and fists was still enough to beat the old Mexican so hard that his nose broke, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight in front of Logan and fainted.

"my God."

Kru, who had half of his body hidden behind the hotel door, was stunned.

I really underestimated James before.

This alcoholic chauffeur probably has a lot of unknown past.

The other four old Mexicans were a little confused for a moment when they saw their leader lying on the ground with blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

After looking at each other, the four of them swallowed subconsciously.

"He...he's alone!"

One of them suddenly shouted, "Come on!"

The four men immediately took out batons from their pockets, swung them hard, and strode towards Logan.

The Mexican man who was rushing in the front raised his black baton high and smashed it down on Logan's head without hesitation.

But Logan dodged and the baton missed.

Without waiting for the old Mexican to withdraw his hand, Logan swung his huge fist quickly and hit the old Mexican in the abdomen.

With just one punch, the old Mo's abdomen was sunken. The huge force knocked him back several meters. He lay on the ground, holding his stomach and groaning in pain.

The other three Mexicans' faces changed suddenly when they saw this, but they had no time to pay attention to their companions' situation. They waved their sticks together, trying to subdue Logan in one fell swoop.

But one of them had his arm grabbed tightly by Logan's suddenly outstretched hand.

A huge hand like an iron clamp firmly controlled the old Mo's arm.

Logan grabbed the old Mexican's arm and blocked a baton coming from the other side, while taking advantage of the situation to hit the old Mexican in the chest with his elbow.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the old Mo's chest visibly caved in, his ribs broke, and he fell to the ground, wailing in a dull voice.

Logan stretched out his hand again, grabbed the neck of an old Mexican on the left, lifted him up as if he was holding a chicken, and threw him heavily into the distance.

The old Mo was like a kite with a broken string. He flew more than ten meters and fell heavily to the ground. His life or death was unknown.

At this time, an old Mexican had quietly come behind Logan and hit Logan's thick back hard with the baton in his hand.

As expected, Logan did not fall to the ground in pain.

The old Mo felt as if he had hit a steel plate. His palms were numb from the shock, and the baton in his hand was bent.

Seeing this scene, the old Mo's eyes were filled with fear. He completely lost the will to fight back and turned around to run away.

But how could Logan give him this opportunity? He stretched out his hand and grabbed the old Mo's shoulder. He swung his other hand without hesitation and knocked the old Mo several meters away, making him fall to the ground.

In just two minutes, the four Mexicans completely lost their ability to resist.

The old Mexican who was hit in the abdomen first seemed unwilling to give up and struggled to crawl towards the pistol that fell to the ground.

But Logan just glanced at him and stepped down suddenly.

The pistol was instantly crushed into pieces.

Seeing this scene, the old Mo was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that Logan was still holding back, otherwise with his strength, he would have been able to twist the heads off of several of them!

"disappear as far as you can."

Logan left a cold remark. The four fallen Mexicans did not dare to say anything more. They hurriedly got up from the ground, carrying the unconscious eldest brother and desperately fled. They disappeared into the night in a short while.

Looking at the backs of the five people, Logan looked disdainful. He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke, and snorted coldly: "You are imitating others to rob with just a gun."

But this is normal. In the free America with gun freedom, basically every household has one or two guns.

However, the control over handguns and fully automatic rifles that are easy to conceal is very strict. I think these Mexicans must have gone through a lot of trouble to get such a handgun.

"James, another drink?"

Kru, who hid half of his body behind the door, wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally did not ask.

He was sure that this guy who called himself James definitely had a story.

However, in San Antonio, a place where good and bad people mix together, this situation is not uncommon.

"Another drink..." Logan said, and was about to turn back to the hotel, but a crisp sound suddenly came from his mind, which made him stop, "Wait, I think I'm drunk."

[You dare to resist and don’t become a fish on the chopping board]

[Prestige +1]

Logan stared at the dark blue panel that appeared in front of him, stunned.

He shook his head, the cold night wind blowing in his face. After making sure that he was not drunk, he suddenly felt a little nervous.

It seems that only I can see this thing?
[Endurance]: 6
【Strength】: 7
[Agility]: 7
【Speed】: 7
[Intelligence]: 5
[Defense]: 7
Willpower: 10
【Fighting Skills】：7
[Prestige (Special)]: 1
[Special attributes]: None
[Special Ability]: Self-Healing Factor
[Current physical condition]: Gradually weakening, in poor condition!
[Current free attribute points]: 0
What do you mean?
Logan stared at the data panel that suddenly appeared and noticed the small words at the bottom of the panel.

[Except for special values, the normal values ​​of other data indicators are: 5]

[Increase your prestige and receive corresponding rewards. 】

[Note: Gaining prestige in the tribe will double the effect.]

[Rewards include free attributes, special abilities, special attributes, etc.]

Logan looked at the small words and took a while to react.

"Have I awakened a new ability?"

Possessing multiple abilities is rare among mutants, but it does not mean that it does not exist.

Some mutants, in addition to the mutant abilities that appear at birth, may also awaken some new abilities during their growth process.

Jean Grey at Xavier's School for Gifted People had dual mutant abilities, one was mind control and the other was thought control.

However, Logan never expected that he would be able to awaken new abilities at his current age.

According to the new abilities that come into the mind, they are linked to the ethnic group. By improving the prestige in the mutant community, one can improve one's own strength and gain the attribute of freedom.

Moreover, gaining prestige from ordinary people can improve oneself, but the effect is lower than changing ethnic groups.

After he understood his new ability, Logan's stunned face was gradually replaced by joy.

His current condition is really bad. His increasing age, coupled with the corrosion of external factors, makes his health worse day by day.

What's more, the situation of mutants is now like rats crossing the street. He is also wanted by the government. He has to live a miserable life every day with the elderly Charles Xavier by his side.

No one wants to die with regrets, especially Logan. Even years of torture cannot dull the passion in his heart.

"Are you still going to drink?"

Crewe looked at Logan who suddenly stopped, and mistakenly thought that he was worried that the gunshot would attract the police, so he laughed and said, "This is a damn place. If we don't call the police, no one will come to take care of it."

"drink!"

Logan's weathered face smiled. He didn't answer, but just laughed and responded: "I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."

The emergence of his new ability gave him new hope, and he drank heavily until late at night.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that he left the hotel with the bottle of wine and staggered back to his car to rest.

As an Uber driver in recent years, he rarely goes back to "home". His so-called "home" is actually an abandoned old factory without the warmth of home. In addition, due to his busy work, he spends most of the night in his car.

In the back seat of the car, Logan lay down and looked up at the starry sky through the sunroof.

The starlight tonight is different from before.

The stars look exceptionally bright, and the night breeze feels exceptionally comfortable.

(End of this chapter)