American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 23 Wolverine, the Devil on the Battlefield
In the suite, Logan stood by the window, gently opened the curtains, and cautiously looked at the traffic outside.

After last night, he always felt that there were SHIELD's spies everywhere. Even though they had moved to a hotel more than ten kilometers away from the New York Port overnight, SHIELD's spies were everywhere.

Logan is afraid of being targeted by SHIELD, and he is even more afraid of Hydra. At this stage, SHIELD has not yet carried out a major purge, and there are still many Hydra members inside.

"SHIELD" is not called that for nothing. Hydra agents are even more unscrupulous than S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention that there are people within Hydra who are dissecting and studying mutants.

Now he can only hide himself as much as possible, and even only orders takeout for meals. He never goes out unless it is necessary.

In the suite, Samuel and two other men gathered around the bed, counting weapons and supplies.

"James, we're running low on ammunition."

Josh checked the remaining bullets in the backpack, only a few scattered ones.

Chris said that the cargo was just antique ceramics, which led them to misjudge the mission and think that it wouldn't be too complicated, and they didn't carry much ammunition at all.

Logan thought for a moment and said to Josh, "You and Conrad go out and purchase some."

It wouldn’t work without enough ammunition, after all, the other three people besides himself are just ordinary people.

Fortunately, this is the United States, and ammunition is not difficult to buy. All you need to do is find a gun store.

It's just that it's inconvenient for Logan to travel, so the task of purchasing can only be handed over to Josh and Conrad. Although it was late last night, he was not sure whether Steve and Natasha could see his appearance clearly.

He dares to take the risk.

"Remember, don't draw anyone's attention, keep yourself hidden."

Logan gave instructions to the two men before they left.

Josh nodded, pulled the obviously reluctant Conrad out of the suite, put on a baseball cap, pulled the brim down, and walked carefully on the streets of New York.

What happened at the port the night before still left them both with lingering fears.

However, Conrad's face was full of displeasure, and he said, "No one has ever dared to ask me to go shopping before."

Josh knew Conrad was unhappy, so he tried to persuade him: "Stop complaining. Without James, we would have been fired after the mission in Nevada."

"That was an accident!"

Conrad retorted resentfully. After all, he had walked that road several times before, and only that time had the enemy appeared.

Josh shrugged and stopped talking, scanning the block for the location of the gun store.

The streets of New York are very busy, with all kinds of shops, including many gun shops. After the two chose one that looked of average size, Josh went in alone to buy bullets.

Conrad wandered aimlessly outside and finally stopped in front of a junk stall.

There are many strange and quirky things on this stall, all of which are small items with a sense of age, such as the American founding medal, cowboy hats from the cowboy era, and so on.

Conrad picked out a mechanical watch that looked like it was made in the last century. When he put it on his hand, he thought it was good and affordable, so he paid for it.

While the stall owner was giving him change, he picked up an old comic book on the stall.

This comic book looks quite old, the paper is even a little yellowed, and there is a big X on the cover.

"What kind of comic is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

Conrad casually flipped through the comics and asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was an old man who looked to be in his seventies. He glanced at the comic cover and said indifferently, "This is an antique from the last century. It was very popular at the time. If you are interested, take it away for ten dollars."

"Ten dollars for a crappy comic book, are you crazy?"

Conrad was about to put it down in disgust, but suddenly he saw a familiar face in the comic book. He stopped his hand instantly and stared at the face carefully.

"This is a comic book about Wolverine. He was quite famous back then, but now he's just a desperado. His comics have long been out of print. Maybe this is the last one I have. Ten dollars is a bargain."

The stall owner snorted and muttered that Conrad didn't know what was good.

But at this time, Conrad had no intention of listening to the stall owner's nonsense, his eyes were fixed on Wolverine in the comics.

Although it is a comic, the portraits of the characters are very realistic. The Wolverine in the painting looks 80% similar to James. The only difference is that James looks much older!

"James...Wolverine..."

Conrad murmured in a low voice, thinking of James's performance, and a sinister smile instantly appeared on his face. He slammed the comic book shut, "Ten dollars, I want it!"

I didn’t expect that there would be an unexpected surprise on this trip.

James, it seems you are hiding a big secret!

At this time, Josh also walked out of the gun store, holding a black bag in his hand. Seeing Conrad's happy smile, he was obviously stunned and said, "Did you find money? You look so happy."

"It's a great bargain, a nice watch."

Conrad showed off the mechanical watch on his wrist and shook it.

"It's just a broken watch."

Josh lost interest immediately after taking a look. The two returned to the suite, but there was no sign of Logan. Only Samuel was sitting in the living room watching TV boredly.

"Where's James?"

Conrad secretly touched the comic book in his arms, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"in the room."

Samuel pointed towards the room without looking back.

Crack!
Then I heard the door open and then slam shut with gravity.

Conrad's sudden action made Josh and Samuel look at each other in surprise. Ever since the incident in Texas, Conrad was like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw Logan, and he couldn't hide from him. What happened today?
Faced with Samuel's expression, Josh shook his head in confusion.

In the room, Logan was sitting at the table reading a book.

Hearing the door open, he raised his head unhappily. When he saw it was Conrad, his face was filled with anger, "Don't you knock before coming in?!"

Conrad ignored Logan, stared into his eyes, smiled, and said, "I saw something very interesting. I think you might be interested in it, too."

Logan's wolf instinct made him frown, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still said sternly: "I'm not interested, get out!"

Conrad chuckled and walked to Logan's desk. He took out the comic book hidden under his jacket and threw it on the table. "It's a Wolverine comic book. It's said to be a product of the last century. It's strange to say, his face is too similar to yours. It's just like you when you were young."

The big, eye-catching "X" on the cover.

It poked Logan's eyes directly, and his face instantly darkened.

Conrad looked at Logan's expression and confirmed his guess. He pulled out a chair and sat down, staring into Logan's eyes with a smile of victory on his face.

"What's even more coincidental is that the protagonist in the comic has the ability to attack with steel claws that can be extended freely. This reminds me of what happened in Nevada. If I remember correctly, of the ten bodies in the wooden warehouse, only one died from gunshot wounds, and the remaining nine died from claw-like sharp blades."

Logan's expression was cold, and his cold gaze fell on Conrad, "What do you want to say."

"Should I call you James or should I call you Wolverine, Mr. Logan Howlett."

Conrad smiled proudly, the introduction on the cover page of the comic had Wolverine's real name on it.

Logan stopped responding, his eyes gradually turning cold.

But Conrad was still fearless. "I haven't told anyone this secret yet. If you want me to keep it to myself, then you'd better disappear forever after this mission. Otherwise, I believe many people will want to know Wolverine's address."

"Guess what you will face then, prison? A laboratory? Or a zoo?"

Conrad laughed, slammed the table, stood up, and strode out of the room.

However, he did not notice that Logan was staring at his back with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It seems like someone takes themselves too seriously."

Logan pursed his lips and couldn't help but smile.

His strength has not recovered yet, so he cannot attack Lawrence and Donald for the time being.

It’s more than enough to kill a mercenary.

Countless mercenaries died at his hands.

People may only remember that Wolverine is a superhero, but forget that before that, he was also the greatest superhero of all, the "battlefield demon" with the most deaths.

(End of this chapter)