American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 5 New hope, regroup!

"Who?"

A hoarse voice came from a wheelchair, accompanied by a pair of hazy eyes hiding in the shadows.

"Don't worry, it's me, Logan."

Logan walked slowly into the water tower and spoke carefully.

Charles Shiver moved his wheelchair forward a little, and bright light came in from the broken hole at the top of the water tower, shining on his weathered face covered with age spots.

He raised his head, his hazy eyes kept scanning Logan, and then he moved his wheelchair backwards in fear.

"No, you are not Logan. The Logan I know is not like this."

Logan hurried forward, came to the front of the wheelchair, bent down, and whispered to comfort him: "Don't worry, professor, take a good look, it's indeed me."

The panicked Charles stared at Logan's face, his mind gradually calmed down, and his light blue eyes revealed disbelief.

"Oh my god, Logan, you are so old. You look like an old man."

He stretched out his trembling hand, and his palm, like a dead tree, pressed against Logan's wrinkled face, his face full of heartache.

"Professor, I'm almost two hundred years old."

Logan said nonchalantly, handing over the medicine in the bowl, while taking a bottle of water from the table next to him and unscrewing the cap.

The professor suffers from Alzheimer's disease, and his memory is very poor. He often forgets the time and can't even recognize people. When he is sick, even if Magneto stands in front of him, he probably won't remember the old friend who loves and hates him.

Now he is no longer the respected Professor X, but an old man who is so frail that he can't even urinate on his own.

In order to avoid being hunted down and to prevent accidental loss of control and disaster, he could only be locked in such a small water tower, breathing air filled with the smell of rust.

"That's impossible. You have a self-healing factor, and you should be in your prime now!"

The professor's face suddenly darkened. "This must be a conspiracy. They are poisoning you, trying to strangle you with their limited lifespan!"

Logan looked helplessly at the professor who suddenly became irritable, handed over the bowl of medicine again, and patiently soothed him: "Take the medicine first."

The professor looked at the pills in the bowl with resistance on his face, but when he looked up at Logan's unquestionable eyes, he was like a child who was afraid of his parents. He stretched out his uncontrollable trembling hands, threw the pills into his mouth, and swallowed them with water.

As the drug took effect, his consciousness gradually became clearer, and the professor's light blue eyes began to shine again.

He looked up at Logan and asked subconsciously: "Logan, when did you come back?"

After saying this, the professor finally came back to his senses, slumped in his chair, sighed, and said somewhat dejectedly: "Sorry, I'm confused again."

"It's ok."

Logan nodded and put the bowl on the table beside him, "Want to lie down?"

The old man nodded, "I'm a little tired."

Logan picked up the professor, gently put him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. "I met a big and generous client today. He invited me to do a big business. I can make a lot of money."

"That sounds dangerous."

The professor lay on the bed, holding the blanket in his hands, and looked at Logan quietly, "You are not in as good shape as you were when you were young."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll be careful."

Logan patted the professor's shoulder in comfort.

The two of them sat at the head of the bed, talking to each other, like a family, like father and son.

However, Logan is actually a hundred years older than Charles on the bed.

"Are you still planning on buying a boat?"

Charles suddenly asked, and before Logan could answer, he immediately said, "Are you planning to stay on the boat with me for the rest of my life, living a miserable life like that? Are you willing?"

“That’s where we belong.”

Logan shook his head slowly. "We are all old, the number of mutants has decreased a lot, and we are also being hunted by the government. You, me, and other ordinary people will be safer at sea." "But that's not the life you want."

Charles sighed and turned his head away from looking directly at Logan.

He has always known Logan's thoughts. This guy is not someone who is content with mediocrity. The sea is not Logan's true home, which is contrary to his original idea.

He didn't want to see Logan end his life drifting on the sea. He could have had a more glorious chapter, but now Logan had to give up all of it.

Logan was silent for a long time, and suddenly said softly: "I plan to look for a mutant shelter recently."

Charles was obviously stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look at Logan, making sure that Logan was not just trying to make him happy.

The old man suddenly smiled and said with great satisfaction: "This is Logan. Difficulties will never defeat him."

He knew to find a mutant shelter and his own tribe, which meant that Logan was planning to regroup.

This is the real Logan, not some drunken Uber driver.

The professor stared into Logan's eyes, his old eyes hiding determination, "Go do what you want to do, you will be a good leader, our tribe needs a leader like you."

Logan nodded silently.

Before yesterday, he really wanted to find a ship to take the professor on a cruise on the sea. He even found a seller for the ship. The name of the ship was the 'Sun Chaser' boat that had been chosen by "Uncle Wolf" before.

but.
Just as the professor said, he was indeed unwilling to give in.

As a time traveler, how could I possibly accept this?

But now he is too old, his self-healing factor is suppressed by genetically modified substances, and the adamantium is poisoning his body every moment.

Even though he was unwilling to grow old, this body could no longer tolerate his torment.

However, with the awakening of new abilities, his silent heart began beating again yesterday.

New abilities, new hopes, maybe it's not over yet
Logan slowly raised his head and looked outside through the hole in the water tower.

It is already evening, and the sun setting into the horizon makes the desert sunset glow red.

"call."

Charles yawned loudly, sleepiness written all over his face.

After he fell ill, he became sleepy easily. Like many elderly people, he needed to sleep for a long time, but the quality of his sleep was very shallow and he would be awakened by any slight noise.

"Go to sleep."

Logan patted his shoulder gently, soothing him to sleep.

After Charles closed his light blue eyes and his breathing gradually stabilized, Logan slowly stood up.

"Logan."

Charles suddenly woke up and grabbed Logan's wrist like a child who was afraid of being left asleep.

"I'm right outside."

Logan patted the back of Charles' hand gently, "Go to sleep peacefully, nothing will happen."

"Ah."

Charles then carefully withdrew his hand and continued to close his eyes.

After making sure Charles was asleep, Logan sighed softly and walked out of the water tower carefully.

After Logan left, Charles, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

His light blue eyes sparkled as he stared at the entrance of the water tower, muttering meaningfully to himself.

"Logan, Logan Howlett."

(End of this chapter)