American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 4 Professor X
Yellow sand swept across the desert road.

The black car broke through the wind and sand and sped along the road.

Behind the sedan, several motorcycles were driving side by side, almost occupying the entire road.

The motorcycle engine roared as it chased the car in front. The people on the motorcycle shouted and raised their guns, like a group of hunters chasing their prey.

"Who are they?"

Logan gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. The car gear had been pushed to the extreme and the accelerator was completely stepped on. The car whirred like a blade cutting through the wind and sand.

He looked at the group of crazy guys behind him through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask.

"A few bastards from a motorcycle gang!"

The man in the black suit sat in the passenger seat, his hands tightly gripping the handle with a look of disgust.

"It's them?"

Logan had also heard of the Motorcycle Gang. They were a group of riders roaming the desert, often committing highway robberies. To put it bluntly, they were desert bandits.

However, highway robbery seems to be just a sideline for the motorcycle gangs. They mainly run the tavern business. Many taverns in the desert have backgrounds of motorcycle gangs, and highway robbery is more like an entertainment behavior of a group of lunatics.

"Watch the front!"

The man in the suit suddenly pointed at the road ahead and made a sharp bang.

Logan shifted his gaze in the rearview mirror back to the road, and saw two pickup trucks suddenly appear in front of the avenue. They blocked the middle of the road, completely blocking the entire road.

"Damn it!"

Logan cursed and quickly turned the steering wheel. The vehicle turned around as if drifting, rushed out of the road, and galloped across the barren desert. The yellow sand kicked up by the wheels looked like a sandstorm.

However, the guys from the motorcycle gang don't seem to be planning to give up on the big fish, the man in the suit.

They also changed direction, whizzing through the wind and sand, chasing closely.

bang bang bang! ! !
The sudden sound of gunfire drowned out the roar of the engine, sounding particularly harsh in the wilderness.

In the rearview mirror, Logan could clearly see that the madman in the back seat of the motorcycle gang had stood up, one hand on his companion's shoulder, and the other hand holding a gun, constantly shooting at the car.

Boom!

Logan felt the car body shaking violently. He felt something was wrong and looked back, only to see that the back seat window had been hit by a bullet. The tempered glass instantly cracked like a spider web.

The dense barrage of gunfire made the entire car body rattle.

"Fuck, my car!"

Logan's eyes were full of pain.

No customer wants to ride in a car with bullet holes in it, which will make them think the driver is a thug!
The money for repairing the car is a huge expense, which is simply unacceptable for Logan now!
Logan held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a pistol from the drawer with the other hand and threw it to the man in the suit, "Kill them!"

If one is unwilling to expose his steel claws, the straightforward deterrent power of the pistol can easily dissuade some thugs from leaving, so even if it is rarely used, Logan will put it where he can easily get to it.

The man in the suit was obviously a little surprised that Logan suddenly took out a pistol, but he still loaded the gun skillfully, held the grip with one hand, held the pistol out of the car window with the other hand, and kept pulling the trigger to shoot back at the motorcycle gang behind him.

But this is not a smooth road after all.

The vehicle was driving rapidly on the rocky desert, and the wind and sand were so strong that one could fill one's mouth with dust just by opening it.

The violently shaking car made it impossible for the man in the suit, who was not very proficient in shooting, to aim. After a few bullets were fired, they were far away from the target!

bang bang bang! ! !
The crazy guys in the motorcycle gang are still shooting.

Logan could see a few more bullet holes in the car through the rearview mirror, which made him completely furious. He snatched the gun from the man in the suit and shouted, "I'll do it!"

The man in the suit saw that Logan's hands were about to leave the steering wheel, and his face suddenly turned pale. "I'll pay for the car repairs, you quickly put your hands on this damn steering wheel!"

Compared to the crazy shooting of the crazy motorcycle gang, he was more afraid that the vehicle would overturn at this speed!

Logan ignored the suit man's warning, held the steering wheel with one hand, and leaned half of his body out of the window.

The howling wind completely messed up his cheap suit, and his messy hair was instantly covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.

The car was shaking violently, twisting wildly in the desert like a dragon's tail, and it could roll over at any time.

At this speed and in this environment, if the car rolls over, the entire car will be scrapped instantly and the passengers will die from the violent impact at the first moment of the rollover!

The man in the suit was pale, breathing rapidly, holding the handle tightly with both hands, and curling up in the chair.

He felt that Logan was a hundred times crazier than those lunatics in the motorcycle gang!
However, Logan didn't care and aimed at the group of crazy guys behind him in a weird posture.

boom!
After a crisp gunshot, a clear bloody hole appeared on the forehead of a motorcyclist.

The motorcycle lost its balance and fell down, rolling violently in the wilderness. The two people on the motorcycle were thrown away. The huge inertia caused their bodies to be instantly torn into pieces by the rocks in the wilderness!

Although Logan is famous for his steel claws, he was a veteran who participated in World War II before that, and he has not forgotten the firearms skills engraved in his bones!

bang bang bang! ! !
After several shots, all five motorcycles fell over. In such an environment and at such a speed, it was basically impossible to survive an accident, and the bodies would be completely covered by the yellow sand in a short while.

“No one is chasing us anymore.”

Logan sat back in his seat, threw the gun casually on the passenger seat, leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it with the car's cigarette lighter, and blew out a puff of smoke happily.

"You are such a madman!"

The man in the suit was sitting in the passenger seat, gasping for breath. He was still frightened by the thrill just now.

"Don't forget the money for repairing the car."

Logan just said this indifferently and steered the car back to the main road.

Without the pursuit of the motorcycle gang, there were no more incidents along the way, and the car entered the city of Santa Fe in a short while.

At this point, the man in the suit was completely safe. Motorcycle gangs rarely dared to cause trouble in Santa Fe City.

"Thanks, bro."

In front of a construction company, the man in a suit got out of the car and handed over a thick envelope, "Ten thousand dollars, and the other five thousand is enough to repair the car."

Even though this guy is crazy, the man in the suit is willing to pay for such peace and quiet.

"Ah."

Logan took the envelope and simply glanced at it without counting it in public. The principle of not showing off your wealth applies everywhere, especially in a place like this.

The man in the suit did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over. “My name is Chris Lawrence. If you want to do big business in the future, you can find me.”

"Lawrence?"

Logan remembered that the most famous family in Santa Fe City also had the surname Lawrence. This family was not simple. They were involved in both the black and white worlds and had a great reputation in Santa Fe City.

"Yes, that Lawrence you were thinking of."

Chris Lawrence smiled and said, "See you if we have a chance to work together again in the future."

Logan looked at the business card in his hand and suddenly had an idea.

Maybe it's time to consider changing jobs.

His previous plan was to buy a boat and take the professor to live on the sea. In the vast ocean, even if the professor lost control, the risk could be minimized.

But now that his new ability has been awakened, he has given up this idea.

Instead of living a miserable life in the vast ocean, what he should do is to restore the glory of his tribe and get rid of this damn situation at this stage!
But the money required to achieve this goal is not enough for an Uber driver to support.

Now he can hardly even afford the professor’s medicine!

After putting away the business card, Logan drove to the hospital and parked not far from the hospital's garbage passage, waiting quietly.

After waiting in the car for a long time, I saw a nurse sneaking out.

Logan got out of the car decisively, walked up as if nothing had happened, and walked side by side with the nurse.

"Look ahead, don't look at me!"

The nurse kept looking straight ahead, trying to make herself less conspicuous.

"medicine."

Logan didn't even look at him and responded in a low voice.

"two thousand."

The nurse said in a low voice, leaving no room for doubt.

"Are you crazy? The previous price was fifteen thousand!"

Logan was very dissatisfied with the offer from the caregiver. It was five hundred dollars more expensive than before, which was his salary for several days!
"Now the hospital has stricter control over drugs, so it is normal for the price to go up to 2,000 yuan, not a cent less."

The nurse tightly grasped the medicine bottle in his pocket. If the price could not be negotiated, he would turn around and leave without hesitation.

"Damn it!"

Logan reluctantly took out two thousand US dollars and quickly stuffed it into the caregiver's pocket.

The nurse quickly stuffed the medicine bottle in his pocket into Logan's pocket, and the two parted ways.

Back in the car, Logan took out the medicine from his pocket and checked it carefully. After making sure that there was no problem, he started the car decisively and drove out of the city quickly.

We drove through the desert road and just across the border was Mexico.

The car stopped outside an abandoned factory.

In front of an abandoned house in the factory, Logan pushed open the rusty iron door. The rusty bolt made a harsh creaking sound as the door was pushed open.

"Who?"

In the messy house, a pale man walked out from the corner holding a shotgun.

"It is I, Caliban."

Logan held the medicine, pushed the shotgun out of Caliban's hand, and strode into the house.

Caliban breathed a sigh of relief, glanced outside the door to make sure no one was there, then he put away his shotgun and said, "Send a message in advance next time you come back."

Logan shrugged. "Don't be so nervous all day. No one wants to kill you."

Caliban suffers from albinism, with pale skin lesions. He cannot be exposed to strong light, and even when he goes out he has to wrap himself like a mummy.

Being in a cold and gloomy environment for a long time made this guy suffer from paranoia.

"Don't tell me this, go see the professor first."

Caliban returned to the stove and continued to slowly cook today's lunch.

Logan poured the pills he had just bought into the bowl and asked, "How is he doing?"

"Always the same, talking nonsense all day long."

Caliban shrugged helplessly.

In his opinion, the professor is now a crazy old man, a time bomb that can explode at any time.

"Ugh."

Logan sighed helplessly, grabbed a glass of water, and walked out the door with the pills.

It was noon at this time. The midday sun in the desert was extremely scorching. The scorching yellow sand seemed to have layers of shadows like spatial fluctuations.

Logan braved the scorching sun and came to a huge water tower.

The circular water tower used to hold the daily drinking water for hundreds of people, but now it is in ruins.

Under the scouring of wind and sand and the scorching sun, the surface of the huge water tower has long been covered with rust, and many iron sheets cannot withstand the erosion of nature, revealing holes of various sizes.

Logan looked at the water tower, sighed, and opened the heavy door of the water tower.

The water tower was transformed into a room, with a desk, a bed, and even a clothesline for hanging clothes.

An old man was sitting in an electric wheelchair, controlling it to circle around in the huge water tower, muttering to himself.

Logan closed the door of the water tower and called softly to the old man: "Charles."

(End of this chapter)