American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 29 Aren’t mutants just animals?
The truck was driving on the road between the rice fields. The golden ears of wheat were filled with the fragrance of rice, and the warm afternoon breeze blew the fragrance everywhere.

In the past, Logan liked the comfort of the afternoon the most. If there was nothing important, he would slow down the car, open the window, and let the warm wind blow through, filling the car with fragrance.

But now he had no other thoughts. He looked at Donald, who was driving a truck next to him, with a wary look in his eyes, "What do you want to do?"

"Logan, calm down, I'm just going to get something."

Donald glanced at Logan with a brisk look, and suddenly asked, "You haven't contacted Gabriela, have you?"

Logan noticed Donald's gaze and said coldly, "Oh, your people are always watching me, do I dare?"

Since Donald has cooperated with the Lawrence family, Logan believes that his address may have been known to him for a long time. Maybe even now, there are still many eyes watching around the abandoned factory.

"It's better not to lie."

Donald smiled again, and looked down at Logan's hands curiously, "Can you still extend your claws?"

Whoosh!

Logan suddenly raised his hand, and the steel claws between his knuckles popped out violently. The silver-white steel claws shone with a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.

But, only half.

Donald looked at the half-broken steel claw and then glanced at Logan's expression.

He could see that this was Logan's maximum limit, and his steel claws could no longer be extended and retracted as freely as they were when he was young.

Watching this scene, Donald suddenly laughed and said, "When you reach middle age, it's inevitable that you feel a little powerless, isn't it?"

If it was the young Logan, not many people would be willing to provoke him. No one wanted to be an enemy of such a guy who could not die.

As for now...

Donald looked at the steel claw and snorted softly.

Just an old guy who is ready to die.

Donald stopped talking, retracted his gaze, continued to look at the road ahead, and even hummed a cheerful song.

Logan smiled helplessly without saying anything. He quickly retracted his steel claws and turned to look at the rice fields passing by outside the car window.

Their destination this time was Florida, which, like Santa Fe, was located in the southern United States. The weather was similar to that of San Antonio, with no sign of autumn at all, and a dull heat was floating in the air.

It was already the next morning when we arrived at our destination.

This is a small border town in Florida. The town is surrounded by dense trees and there are lush green woods on both sides of the road.

The transportation in the town is very bad, most of the roads are bumpy dirt roads. Such roads are definitely a challenge for the shock absorbers of trucks, and also for the people in the car. It is bumpy all the way and you feel like your body is going to fall apart.

"It's time to change cars."

Donald got off the truck and said to Samuel and Josh who followed behind him, "Trucks can't pass the road ahead. There is a rental place for off-road motorcycles nearby."

Samuel kept rubbing his feet against a stone, trying to wipe off the yellow mud on the soles of his shoes. He couldn't help but complain, "Is this a primitive tribe? There's not even a cement road."

"Boy, I advise you to shut up."

Donald patted Samuel on the back and reminded him, "This is redneck territory."

Logan looked around vigilantly. There was only a bumpy dirt road with dense jungle on both sides.

"Let's go, and hurry up while it's still daylight."

Logan looked at the sky. He didn't want to camp in this unfamiliar place.

"It seems like James can't wait any longer."

Donald narrowed his eyes, looked at the long dirt road, and said with an expectant smile: "I can't wait to see the goods."

Logan suddenly frowned. Donald's expression gave him a bad feeling.

Led by Donald, they found a rental shop full of mountain motorcycles at the corner of the road ahead and rented four mountain motorcycles at a relatively expensive price.

Then, the roar of the motorcycle shuttled through the woods. There was no sign here, but Donald was obviously very familiar with this area. He twisted the throttle, letting the motorcycle engine roar and moving quickly through the woods.

Logan and the other two had to speed up and keep moving through the bushes.

After nearly half an hour, Donald slowed down and finally stopped in front of a clearing deep in the woods.

A large enclosed house stood on the open space. Apart from the main door at the front, the house had no other entrances or exits. Even the windows on the house were tightly sealed floor-to-ceiling windows.

Logan squinted at the house. He could see that the house was not built for people to live in, but was a secret laboratory hidden deep in the jungle.

However, it seemed that it had stopped working. The outer wall paint had all fallen off, and dense grass almost surrounded the entire laboratory. Some climbing plants continued to climb up along the laboratory, almost occupying an entire wall.

There was not a single sound around, nor any extra people.

"What idiot built a house in such a place? Is there something wrong with his brain?"

Samuel looked at the laboratory and complained again. The long journey made him feel a little irritable.

However, Josh realized that this laboratory was definitely not ordinary. He reached out and poked Samuel's back, and whispered to him, "Speak less."

Logan turned his head and looked at Donald, his brows furrowed.

"What do you want us to bring?"

This place doesn't look simple at first glance. Although it is dilapidated, there may still be many secrets inside.

Donald chuckled and said, "You'll know once you get in."

After saying that, he strode towards the laboratory door.

After being baptized by wind and rain, the door is covered with rust, and the lock on the door is almost a decoration.

boom!
Donald suddenly kicked the big iron door open.

The door lock broke and the rusty door frame fell straight back, raising a cloud of dust.

"follow me!"

Donald waved his hand to signal everyone to follow him, and strode into the laboratory.

The silent and dim laboratory was filled with a foul smell, the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and on both sides were sealed rooms, and it was impossible to tell what was hidden inside.

Donald seemed to be very familiar with this place. Even though the environment was very dim, he still led Logan and the others to a room with ease.

The iron door outside the room was also kicked over by him.

Inside are sealed iron cages made of steel sheets.

Logan looked at the iron cages with a frown.

“Lots of cages.”

Samuel approached an iron cage and took a closer look. The thick iron cage looked like a bank safe.

"What animals are these cages used to hold?" He turned and asked Donald curiously.

"animal?"

Donald squinted at Logan, then suddenly grinned, reached out and flicked the switch next to him.

Boom!
The lights came on instantly, and the blinding light illuminated the entire room.

The walls of the room were covered with photos of various people, each with different shapes. Some looked no different from normal people, while others retained some animal features.

The experiment numbers were written next to the photos: No. 7, No. 19, No. 21...

Donald looked at the photos, squinted his eyes and murmured, "Aren't mutants just animals?"

(End of this chapter)