American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 54: Ruthless Massacre
At the heated auction, everyone's attention was on Victor, and no one noticed Logan's movements.

As the price continued to rise, the number of people holding up placards gradually decreased.

Finally, Logan could clearly hear the auctioneer's final bid when the hammer fell - five million US dollars!

A living person was given a price that can be measured in money by these capitalists, just like the black slaves before the Civil War!
It’s hard to imagine that this is a banquet in the civilized world!
Logan suppressed his rage to kill everyone and continued moving forward.

After taking a few steps, he saw Notland, who was holding up his cell phone and talking to someone. His loud voice did not suppress his inner joy at all.

And his target seemed to be the box next to Logan.

Logan's eyes darkened, and while Notland was concentrating on the phone and hadn't noticed him, he quickly slipped into the box.

There was no one in the box, but the lights were on, and there was even hot tea on the table, it was arranged to welcome guests.

Outside the door, Notland's footsteps were getting closer.

At this moment, Logan really wanted to tear this guy into pieces, but he also had to find out Victor's location from the other party. He had no choice but to hide in the bathroom in the box and quickly closed the door, leaving only a tiny gap.

Through the gap, he saw Notland enter the box with a big belly, sit leisurely on the sofa, and look at the time from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, the door of the box room was opened, and a wealthy white businessman walked in with an auction number in his hand - No. 77. He was the one who had just bid for Victor!
Notland hurriedly stood up and greeted the rich businessman enthusiastically, "Congratulations, after tonight, the tiger will be yours."

The rich businessman smiled and said, "Five million. I hope your tiger is worth the price."

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. That guy is simply a beast!"

Notland invited the wealthy businessman to take a seat, and the two chatted on the sofa.

"If I remember correctly, this tiger has been working for you. Why do you suddenly want to sell it? A mutant with extraordinary combat power can help you deal with many guys who refuse to pay their debts."

The rich businessman drank his tea and asked curiously.

Notland chuckled, took out a cigar and lit it, raised an eyebrow and said, "Even if he chases the debt for his whole life, can he get five million back for me? Besides, that guy has been very passive and lazy recently, and he can't even collect a small debt of tens of thousands of dollars. There's no point in keeping him."

The rich businessman was still very curious and asked in confusion: "How do you control such guys? These mutants don't seem to be so easy to control."

He had seen many mutants, and many of them were his prisoners, but the impression mutants gave him was that they were unruly and difficult to control. It was rare to find someone like Notland who could command mutants.

"Humph, he dares not to obey?"

Notland snorted coldly, "If it weren't for me, that guy would have starved to death long ago. He was just a rat who was worried about being caught by the government, hiding in the trash can and shivering. If I hadn't suddenly felt kind and given him a piece of bread and a job, how could he have lived so long? Not to mention ordering him to die, he would have to die even if I told him to!"

After a pause, he continued with a snort of laughter, "To be honest, if I wasn't in urgent need of money, I really wouldn't want to sell this guy. A tiger guarding the house can really help me solve a lot of troubles."

The rich businessman smiled and said, "Then I am lucky to have caught up with you. I really need that guy's heart now."

"heart?"

Notland was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "Don't worry, that guy's heart is absolutely healthy, I promise I won't let you down!"

At this moment, Logan, who was hiding in the bathroom, couldn't help himself anymore. His eyes were cold and murderous, and his gloomy face was filled with murderous intent.

Peng!
He flung open the bathroom door and strode out.

"Mr. Logan, why are you here?"

When Notland saw Logan, he was stunned for a moment and did not notice his murderous eyes at first.

"Is this your friend?"

The wealthy businessman was also stunned for a moment, then he stood up enthusiastically and extended his hand politely to Logan. In an instant, he changed from an executioner who talked about human body trade and organ trading to a gentleman who took the initiative to shake hands with others.

"Hello, I am……"

Before the rich businessman could finish his words, a white light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Huff…Puff!
The next second, a piece of the palm was cut off and blood splattered from the broken limb.

"Ah!!!" The intense pain made the rich businessman howl in fear. He trembled and backed away repeatedly while holding his broken limb, his roar piercing the ears.

Fortunately, the box has excellent sound insulation, and no sound can be heard unless a bomb explodes.

Logan raised his steel claws again, and the howling head fell to the ground instantly, blood splattering, and drops of blood kept dripping from the silver-white steel claws.

He stared at the fallen body of the rich businessman and said coldly: "You are not worthy to shake hands with me."

"You're a mutant!"

Notland's eyes narrowed, and he quickly stood up, reached for the pistol at his waist, and raised his hand to pull the trigger at Logan's head.

Click!

The steel claws swept out, and a cold light flashed in front of Notland. The pistol was directly cut off, and the parts fell with a clang.

"hiss!"

Notland gasped in horror and hurriedly let go of the broken pistol, while his eyes also noticed Logan's frosty eyes.

An unprecedented fear filled his heart.

He stared into Logan's eyes, his lower limbs trembling unconsciously, and he stepped back.

"What are you going to do?"

Notland was terrified and his whole body was shaking.

Logan just stared into his eyes and pressed on without saying a word, but the murderous intent in his eyes said it all.

Notland's legs were shaking, and his voice was trembling, "No, we can talk it over. I can give you money, a lot of money. I own several casinos, and the annual revenue is an astronomical figure. I can give you all of this."

Logan still didn't say anything, but he suddenly dodged and strode to Notland, grabbed his collar and lifted him up high.

Notland waved his limbs in fear in the air. Before he could continue begging for mercy, Logan slammed him against the coffee table next to him.

Peng!
The huge force instantly shattered the entire coffee table into pieces.

cough!
The tearing collision on his body caused Notland to spurt out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Logan in horror and said painfully with blood in his mouth: "Killing me will do you no good. You can't leave this auction. Let me go, I can give you money, a lot of money!"

"Your life is more important to me than money."

Logan stared at him coldly, clenched his other hand into a fist, stretched out his sharp steel claws, and poked hard.

Click!

The sharp claw blade was almost touching Notland's face and stabbed into the shattered coffee table.

Notland could clearly feel the cold light on the steel claws, and the fear in his eyes became even stronger, but he dared not struggle anymore.

"Victor, where is he?"

Logan's voice was extremely cold and his eyes were stern.

"Warehouse, there is a warehouse on the 14th floor. All the items are there!"

The fear of being on the verge of death made Notland almost shout out in response, and then he pleaded: "I can help you bring him out. It hasn't been handed over yet, he is still mine. I can pay the penalty and help you rescue him..."

Click!

Logan didn't listen to his nonsense, put his fist on his chest, and his steel claws popped out.

The sharp claw blade instantly pierced the heart, and blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)