American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 3: The Poison of Adamantium
The sky was turning pale.

The blinding light hit Logan's drunken face, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Last night's heavy drinking made him look a little unwell. He squinted his hazy eyes and stretched out his withered hands to block the glaring sunlight.

After his eyes adjusted to the current light, he opened the car door and returned to the motel.

The hotel is open 24 hours a day, but Crewe had already finished his night shift the day before yesterday, and his replacement was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

"Open a room by the hour."

Logan dropped a few dollars at the front desk, took the key from the young man, and walked towards the room according to the house number on the key.

He needs a bath.

I was sweaty yesterday, and my cheap suit stank of sweat and alcohol.

If you go out to drive and pick up customers like this, you will be complained by customers.

In the bathroom, Logan took off his suit, revealing his muscular body and the hideous scars on his body.

Some of his genes contain self-healing factors. Normally, no matter how serious the penetrating wound is, it can be healed in a short time.

However, due to some irreversible reasons, the effect of the self-healing factor has visibly faded, and even if many injuries can be recovered, they will still leave scars.

Logan stood in front of the mirror and looked at the hideous body. He turned on the radio in the bathroom, which was broadcasting the boring morning news.

He looked at himself in the mirror, then looked down at his hands.

He clenched his fist with a little force, and three holes slowly appeared between his fists. Three steel claws flashing with cold light slowly extended out from them.

However, due to his aging body, the steel claws that could be extended and retracted at will in the past were only exposed this time and could no longer be extended.

Logan stared at the steel claw, stretched out his other hand without hesitation, grasped it tightly, and pulled the steel claw out with force.

"hiss!"

The sharp steel claws instantly cut through the palm, and bright red blood dripped. The stinging pain of the torn palm instantly awakened the still somewhat confused brain.

But he ignored it, and as soon as he thought about it, the panel appeared.

[Current physical condition]: Gradually weakening, in poor condition!
Logan looked at the contents on the panel and suddenly noticed that there was a detailed information next to this line of text.

[Your body is gradually aging, adamantium is poisoning your health, and genetically modified food is suppressing your X gene. ]

"Cough cough cough..."

The sudden violent coughing made Logan retract the panel, covering his mouth and cursing "Damn it!"

Although he is a mutant, aging is inevitable.

In the past, the body's self-healing factors would slow down aging and extend lifespan indefinitely.

But after the government developed defective genes for mutants and put them into food, these genetically modified foods became available almost all over the world.

Mutants like Logan inevitably ingest genetically modified foods, which causes the X gene in their bodies to be suppressed and their self-healing factors to be affected, and the effect is obviously gradually weakening.

Of course, he can also choose to eat only natural foods.

But the government had already guessed about the mutants' intentions and taken precautions.

There have long been rumors that artificial rainfall also contains substances that suppress the X gene.

It can be said that as long as we live in this world, we will inevitably be eroded by genetically modified substances.

In addition, the adamantium alloy in his body, which can greatly enhance his combat effectiveness, is now a problem he cannot avoid.

In the past, due to the self-healing factor, the harm caused by adamantium alloy was minimal.

But now it is different from the past. His self-healing factor is gradually declining and can no longer suppress the toxins of the adamantium alloy, causing his body to become visibly weaker.

The radio broadcast today's morning news, and the host and guests started the live broadcast with their usual chatting and joking style.

"Josh, it's a nice day today."

"Yes, host. Red Pants won the championship yesterday. Even though it was cloudy, the sky was still clear."

"Okay, today's topic is mutants."

"Mutants, that sounds familiar, are they some new superheroes?"

"No, no, no, that's a very distant tribe, but there seems to be no news about them in the past decade or so."

“Endangered species?”

"Good analogy, Josh, they're just like the Indians."

"I remembered the host. I seemed to have seen related news when I was a child. They seemed to be very dangerous."

"Of course, but the good news is that mutants are dying out. Extinction is inevitable, and this group of dangerous guys will become history."

"..."

boom!
Logan decisively hung up the radio, his eyes full of coldness.

extinct?

Logan sighed deeply, his face gradually becoming helpless.

Maybe the news was right and the era of mutants is over.

Under the suppression of genetically modified organisms, mutants can no longer reproduce.

Not only do they suppress mutants on a physical level, they also use such means to try to completely exterminate mutants.

Logan slammed the porcelain hand-washing basin hard to vent his self-blame.

He could have changed everything, but in the end, everything turned into tragedy.

"cheer up!"

Logan looked up at himself in the mirror.

Although the person in the mirror looks like an old man suffering from a long-term illness.

But under those old eyes, there is life again today.

The awakening of new abilities gave him new hope.

He refused to give up!
After simply bandaging the wound on his palm caused by the steel claws and taking a shower, Logan changed into a clean cheap suit and strode out of the hotel.

At the same time, he took out his cell phone and called an unremarked number.

"I need to buy some medicine. See you at the usual place."

Without waiting for the other party to respond, Logan hung up the phone, got in the car and started it.

The professor is very ill and needs medication to suppress his symptoms all year round.

But now he is a wanted criminal and it is impossible for him to register and purchase using his own identity.

It is even more unlikely that a hospital's prescription drugs would be openly sold to a wanted criminal.

But fortunately, this is San Antonio, a place where anything can happen.

There are many ways to get medicines, and it is very common for hospitals to inexplicably lose a batch of medicines every day.

Of course, drugs purchased in this way usually cost far more than the market price.

Logan didn't make much as an Uber driver, and most of his monthly salary was spent on buying medicine for the professor.

But he had to do it.

The professor is very ill. Without medication to suppress his illness, his brain is like a bomb that could explode at any time.

For the sake of teaching and safety, he had to work hard in the streets of San Antonio.

Especially when you feel your empty wallet.

As for leaving the professor alone, Logan had never thought about it, because the professor had not abandoned him in the first place.

boom!
Logan had just started the car and was about to shift gears and leave when the passenger door suddenly opened.

A man in a black suit came in without hesitation, looked back nervously, and kept urging Logan, "Drive quickly!"

Logan glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a group of gunmen rushing towards him.

It looks like this guy is in quite a bit of trouble.

"Sir, I don't want to cause any trouble."

Logan looked at the man in the suit and spoke calmly.

"One thousand dollars, take me out of here!"

The man stared back, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

one thousand?
Logan couldn't help but calculate the benefits.

An Uber driver would have to drive for ten days to earn $1,000, excluding gas costs.

Logan was a little tempted, but he still turned off the car and held out his hand, "Five thousand."

"Damn it!" The man looked at Logan who was raising the price, and finally nodded helplessly, "Deal."

Logan smiled, "Hold on tight!"

After restarting the engine, the black Chrysler quickly fled the scene.

He doesn't want to cause trouble.

But, having no money in pocket is his biggest problem now!

(End of this chapter)