American comics: Old Wolverine, do whatever he wants.

Chapter 77 Steve’s investigation, participating in the capture of Wolverine!
On a small island in the lake in downtown Washington, stands the majestic and solemn Triskelion Building.

In the director's office on the top floor, Maria Hill pushed the door open and walked in solemnly, "Director, what do you want to talk to me about?"

She stood in the middle of the office, looking at the man behind the desk.

"This is the document sent from Canada, take a look."

Nick Fury looked solemn. He pressed a button and a light blue holographic projection appeared in front of Hill.

Hill looked at the projected content, which was a video file with a photo attached.

In the picture, a figure with steel claws is killing everyone in the prison. Even though he looks a little old, he is still like a ferocious wolf, ruthlessly reaping the lives of prison guards. His body is soaked with blood, as if he is a demon from hell.

The video ended when all the prison guards fell down. Hill turned off the video and looked at another photo.

The photo was taken on a wide road. There was a pool of glaring blood on the ground, and a group of pale skeletons lying in the blood. They looked like they had been dead for many years, but the clothes on their bodies were brand new.

"That was Wolverine in the video just now?"

Hill was stunned for a moment.

Although the figure in the video is very similar to Wolverine, she does not believe that it is Wolverine. She prefers to believe that it is a Wolverine clone developed by some laboratory.

After all, the Wolverine in the picture looked obviously much younger and more powerful, which was far different from her impression of Wolverine.

However, Fury nodded heavily in response to her. He said seriously, "Based on the information we have so far, it is indeed him."

"How could this happen?"

Hilton was stunned. "From what I know, he looks at least 70 or 80 years old, but his actual age is nearly 100. His physical fitness has seriously declined, but the guy in the picture is obviously younger and stronger. His suppressed self-healing factor can't help him regain his youth."

They are aware that the government developed genetically modified food to suppress the X gene, and Wolverine was one of the victims. Now he can exert the strength shown in the video.

"He may have taken Rice's enhancement serum."

Fury shrugged and gave what he thought was the most reasonable explanation, "The current situation is that they have now fled to Canada."

"Return to your homeland?"

Hill smiled and said, "I thought he would never go back."

Fury also looked helpless. "Who knows what they are thinking? Anyway, although he is Canadian, he is also on the wanted list of SHIELD. We must follow up and investigate this matter."

He added: "But before we find him, you don't need to take any action for now."

Hill was a little confused, "Then why did you ask me to come?"

"That photo." Fury's expression became extremely solemn, and he spoke in a deep voice: "Compared to Wolverine, the murderer in the photo is the key. Obviously, another dangerous mutant has appeared. Before he continues to do evil, you have to confirm his identity."

In his view, Wolverine's counterattack was nothing more than the last unwilling roar of an old man who was trying to kill himself, while the guy who melted dozens of patrolmen into bones was obviously more threatening.

"Originally, mutants were already a dead end, but because of the experiments conducted by Rice and others, those dangerous guys are ready to make a move again!" Fury said with disgust.

He really disliked these dangerous experiments, but this kind of mutant experiment could not be stopped. After all, many people wanted to explore the mystery of the X gene and use it for their own benefit.

But the problem is that those guys who are obsessed with experiments can't control the products of their research, and emergencies occur frequently, and ultimately they have to be resolved by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury took a deep breath helplessly. Compared to the elderly Wolverine and Professor X, these unknown mutants with unknown identities and terrifying abilities were more worthy of their concern.

"Yes, I will investigate it myself."

Hill also realized the seriousness of the matter, stood up straight and nodded seriously.

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However, just before she left, the door suddenly opened.

"Investigating what?"

A noble man wearing a high-end casual suit and a mustache walked into the office calmly and sat on the sofa as if no one was around. "It seems that I missed some major events during my vacation."

Fury looked at the man, his face full of helplessness, and scolded: "Tony, I told you to knock before entering my office!"

"I knocked."

Tony looked cynical, fiddling with the ornaments on the table, and said nonchalantly, "Maybe you were too engrossed in the conversation and didn't hear it."

Fury just felt a headache, and said helplessly with a gloomy face: "What do you want from me?"

Tony paused while fiddling with the decorations, raised his head, and, putting aside his lax look, asked in a deep voice, "I heard that you lost the Mind Scepter?"

Fury's already dark face instantly darkened further, "This is SHIELD's business, you have no right to interfere."

Hearing this, Tony sneered, "Heh, at least I took a nuclear bomb for it, and at the same time, it was also for you and S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fury was speechless, his only remaining eye fixed on Tony.

Ever since the Battle of New York, this guy has suffered from severe anxiety disorder and is always particularly concerned about the topic of aliens. It is said that he has been building armor at home day and night to guard against alien attacks. This is also a headache for Fury.

After a long silence, Fury said, "Go home and rest. I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give you an explanation. But this time it was definitely not taken by aliens, but by those Hydra bastards. You don't have to worry so much."

Tony didn't say anything and didn't show any intention of leaving.

Hill, who was standing by, watched the two men confront each other and said tactfully, "I'm leaving first. I'll report to you when there's any new developments."

After saying that, he opened the door and left, walking straight towards the elevator.

But when the elevator door opened, Steve Rogers was seen standing alone in the elevator.

"Captain, if you're here to see Director Fury as well, Tony is in his office as well."

Hill greeted Steve with a smile, but at the same time he couldn't help but look back at Fury's office and muttered again: "And I guess they won't finish talking so quickly."

However, Steve made room in the elevator and stared at Hill, "I came here to look for you. They said you were at Fury's place, so I came here specially for that."

"Find me?"

Hill walked into the elevator, stood with Steve, and looked sideways at him in confusion.

"Yes."

Steve nodded. As the elevator door closed and slowly descended, he spoke again, "Are you investigating Logan?"

Hill looked at Steve's gaze, his eyes full of urgent questions.

This look stunned Hill for a moment, and he subconsciously wanted to shake his head and refuse to tell any information.

But Steve spoke first: "Don't try to deceive me. I have already investigated clearly. Logan is now accused of being a wanted criminal, but it is obvious that there is insufficient evidence to prove his guilt. He is now only a suspect."

As he spoke, Steve handed over a document, which was the result of his investigation over the past few days.

After a pause, he added: "And about the last auction, you clearly knew that auctioning mutants was illegal, but you, SHIELD, turned a blind eye. Why?"

"In addition, according to the intelligence I have investigated, 80% of the people participating in the auction have large amounts of illegal business, and the remaining 20% ​​are also involved in some illegal business to some extent. Among them, there are some officials, but you still ignore them. Is this the attitude of SHIELD towards criminals? You pursue a suspect relentlessly, but turn a blind eye to those criminals with sufficient evidence?"

Steve had a gloomy look on his face, and was obviously angry about SHIELD's actions.

Hill looked at the documents Steve handed over, and was slightly stunned. Then he smiled and said, "Captain, it seems that you are not an honest American soldier. This information cannot be obtained by ordinary means."

"Special things are treated specially."

Steve responded calmly, and then said again: "I request to participate in the investigation of Logan!"

"Watch your words, Captain."

Hill shook his head and said, "When it comes to Wolverine, we are not investigating, we are arresting!"

"Even so, I want to get involved!"

Steve's eyes were determined, and he seemed determined to participate in all actions against Logan.

However, Hill finally shook his head and said, "Captain, cases involving mutants are extremely dangerous and complicated. Too many things have happened during the years you have been frozen. Many things cannot be explained to you. Even if they are explained to you, you may not understand. In short, don't even think about interfering in this matter, at least not now."

After she finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the first floor. The elevator door slowly opened, and Hill walked out without hesitation, not giving Steve any chance to refute. Steve looked at Hill's back and muttered in a deep voice: "The Avengers are not affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D."

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Mutant Sanctuary Farm.

After dinner, Logan, Victor, and Caliban pushed the professor to Maca's office.

This is a small building located in the middle of the farm. The office is not big, but it has all the necessary facilities, even a coffee machine, but there is mostly some miscellaneous information.

When they arrived, Maca was sitting in the office checking documents on the table. When he saw them coming, he warmly invited them to take a seat and poured them a few glasses of water.

"It's almost time to rest. I won't drink tea or coffee anymore. I can only treat you with these few glasses of water."

Maika handed the cups of water to the others and sat down on the sofa.

"Thank you, water will be fine."

Logan nodded in response, and then asked curiously, "I wonder why we were called here this time? As long as it does not violate the principles, I can help."

He could tell that Maca had asked them to come over because he must have something to ask for.

Maca smiled and said, "There are indeed some things that need to be done to you, including Professor. I'm afraid you will have to work hard later."

Charles was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he said with embarrassment: "Although I am happy to help, my body can't stand the tossing now. If I participate in the mission, it will hinder me."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Macka shook his head and explained, "Of course I won't assign you any tasks. Although there are indeed many things to do on the farm, we won't let an old man complete these trivial tasks."

This confused several people.

Logan asked in confusion, "Then what do you need the professor for?"

Maika hesitated, then smiled bitterly and said, "I hope the professor can return to his old job as a teacher and teach the children in the shelter."

"Teaching?"

Charles was stunned, then flattered and said: "No, no, no, I haven't taught students for a long time. I'm afraid I can no longer be a qualified teacher."

He is almost a hundred years old now, and at such an old age, it is difficult for him to teach any students.

"Professor, please don't be modest. The knowledge in your brain is definitely the most precious treasure in the history of human civilization. I really hope that it can be passed on so that these children can master this knowledge. I think this is what you hope to see."

Maca looked at the professor expectantly. "If there was no other way, I wouldn't bother you. It's just that the resources of the shelter are limited now. We don't have enough money to hire good teachers. But I don't want those children to be unable to feel the charm of learning for the rest of their lives. Fortunately, you are here. I hope you can fill these gaps."

Charles hesitated, glanced at Logan and the others, thought of the little mutants including Laura, and finally nodded, "Okay, but I need two days to prepare. I haven't taught for too many years. I need time to regain my former state as a teacher."

Maca smiled immediately. "That's great, Professor. I believe the children will really like your teaching. Your knowledge will surely be passed down among them. I thank you on behalf of the children."

Charles smiled bitterly, waved his hand and said no more.

Maca turned his gaze to Logan and Victor again, "Logan, I hope you and Victor can also serve as teachers in the shelter."

This once again stunned the two of them, and Victor said bluntly: "I think you must be crazy. He and I don't even have academic qualifications, let alone know how to teach children."

Both of them are nearly two hundred years old. In their time, what they learned was very different from what they learn now, and neither of them has any experience of studying.

"No, I hope you can teach me some fighting self-defense skills and combat experience."

Macka answered again, and then said with a bitter face: "To be honest, although we have more than a hundred mutants in the shelter, there are only about ten who are actually capable of fighting. The others are either too old to fight, or too young to even fully tap their abilities."

"If we are surrounded by government forces, the current fighters will not be enough. We urgently hope that you two can improve the combat capabilities of some children of appropriate age and expand the defense of the shelter."

After Maika finished speaking, he looked at the two of them sincerely.

Logan then understood the purpose of Maca's contact with them. He thought he wanted to assign them a task, but unexpectedly, he wanted them to be teachers in the shelter.

After thinking about it, Logan nodded and said, "If you just want to impart combat skills and combat experience, Victor and I can take on the task."

Both of them have fought since World War II. If we talk about combat experience, I'm afraid no one has more than them.

"grateful."

Macka breathed a sigh of relief again, and finally looked at Caliban with a smile, "Caliban, although I don't have anything to do with you right now, your ability is very important to our shelter. When we need to rescue other mutants, I'm afraid we'll need your help. I hope you won't refuse. Of course, don't worry, it's just tracking, we'll try our best to avoid putting you in danger."

Caliban could sense the importance that Maca expressed towards him, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. "Of course, don't worry, I can do anything as long as it guarantees safety."

Maca smiled and nodded, and said to them sincerely, "Thank you for your help to the shelter."

Logan smiled and waved his hand, "Now we are also members of the shelter. It is our responsibility to do what we can."

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something and said with some concern: "By the way, is there any way for you to get some medicine? The professor suffers from Alzheimer's disease and needs medication, but we don't have much medicine left."

Without the suppression of drugs, Logan was worried that the professor would explode in a daze and cause a disaster that would destroy the entire shelter.

"This is a small matter."

Maca smiled and said, "We have a complete range of medicines in our infirmary. We have basically all the commonly used medicines on the market. If you need them, you can register and get them."

After establishing the shelter, Maca clearly understood the importance of medicine reserves, and many medicines were prepared in the shelter to prevent various accidents.

Logan and Charles couldn't help but look at each other and immediately relaxed a lot.

Medicines have always been the thing that bothers them the most, and today's professors cannot live without those medicines.

"Thank you." Charles and Logan nodded quickly to express their gratitude.

Maca smiled and waved his hand, then chatted with a few people about some basic information about the shelter. By the time the chat was over, it was completely dark, the moon was high in the sky, and the sky was filled with stars.

Logan and his friends said goodbye to Maca and pushed the professor back to rest.

When they returned to their residence, Logan couldn't help but ask, "What do you think of Macka?"

Caliban thought for a moment and nodded, "I think he's a good guy, and he's very kind to the people in the shelter."

Victor was silent for a while, then murmured, "I always feel that he is a shrewd and calculating person, but overall he is not bad."

Listening to the two's answers, Logan nodded thoughtfully, and finally looked at Charles, "Professor, what do you think?"

Charles thought about it and nodded, "So far, I haven't sensed any malice in his heart."

He can see through people's hearts and knows whether some people are friendly to him or not. And the impression that Maca gives him is not that of a bad person.

Logan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor, I hope your intuition is correct."

Caliban couldn't help but roll his eyes at Logan. "Logan, your burdens are getting smaller and smaller. After so many years on the run, we finally found a place with a place to sleep and food to eat. It's not hot or noisy, the scenery is beautiful, and we don't have to worry about waking up to find pickets outside the door. Don't think too much, just stay here honestly."

Logan smiled bitterly, feeling that many years of escape had indeed made him too cautious.

Thinking about it, he patted Caliban's shoulder and said, "Okay, take the professor to take a shower first."

As Caliban pushed the professor into the bathroom, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Logan glanced at the sky, wondering who else would come to visit so late at night.

When he opened the door, he saw Lorna standing outside. She smiled and asked Logan, "We need to go out tomorrow to purchase some supplies for the shelter. Do you and Victor want to go with us?"

Before Logan could even open his mouth, Victor in the living room quickly stood up, ran over, and nodded repeatedly, "Let's go, we must go!"

He looked at Lorna with excitement.

After two hundred years, he thought he would never come back, but now that he is back home, he has to go out for a walk!
(End of this chapter)