American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

Wanda and Cho Chang also came over and saw Logan, who had become a blood-soaked man.

Qiu Zhang frowned, took out his wand, and cast Cleanse.

Logan's clothes quickly lost their blood color and became clean.

Harvey stroked his chin, staring at Logan, and asked curiously, "Have your abilities deteriorated? You're already panting like this after only fighting for a short time?"

Logan looked down in surprise at his suddenly clean clothes, nodded to Qiu Zhang to express his gratitude, and then explained:

“My abilities have been gradually weakening since this morning, and I suspect I’ve been ambushed.”

Harvey remained silent, thinking that this must be the new type of venom developed by Lady Viper.

"By the way, Logan, what are you doing here?"

Considering Hermione's help, Logan patiently explained, "I tracked them all the way here while investigating why my abilities were weakening."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Harvey's eyes. It seemed that Madam Viper and Yashida had deliberately lured Logan here.

If Hermione hadn't intervened, Logan would probably have been killed by those hundred-plus ninjas.

However, Lady Viper and Yashida will certainly not give up easily, and will continue to try to kidnap Logan.

In this way, Harvey only needs to follow Logan to find the Hand's headquarters and uncover the Viper, who is hiding behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, Harvey put on an extremely hypocritical smile and said, "Mr. Logan, do you want to find out who was behind your assassination attempt?"

Logan was confused: "???"

......

ten minutes later.

A police convoy arrived late, passing through the bustling city center.

By the time the police officers saw the area around the Sanjuemon Gate of Zojoji Temple, it had already become a living hell.

The sight of the mangled corpses scattered on the ground and the thin layer of congealed blood made all the police officers gasp in horror.

"Ida-kun, what... what kind of monster caused this?"

"I don't know. Everyone be on high alert. The killer might still be alive. Quickly call the forensic doctor to examine the body..."

When the police officers were horrified by the bloodshed that occurred at Zojoji Temple.

Tomonoura District in Fukuyama City, Hiroshima.

Inside a research institute built on the edge of a mountaintop.

Lady Viper, dressed in a smooth, dark green leather coat, exudes an alluring yet dangerous aura.

She stood in front of a technologically advanced silver suit of armor, her face showing regret as she said:

"Mr. Yashida, I'm sorry to tell you some bad news. Several henchmen suddenly appeared by that mutant's side, and half of the men I sent were killed."

"The original plan may have to be postponed."

A hoarse, aged voice came through the metal mask.

"Lady Viper, I'm not stupid."

"You just want me to be your weapon, don't you? I'll send someone to lure the wolverine here."

"Have your men set up a tight net and act strictly according to the planned schedule!"

Lady Viper's regret gradually subsided; she didn't even bother to pretend anymore, and her tone became completely flat and emotionless.

"I don't think ordinary traps can deal with those few meddlesome guys who popped up."

"Faced with absolute power, everything we have done is utterly ridiculous."

"The success rate of the plan is too low!"

Yashida clenched his metal fist so tightly it cracked, and snorted coldly, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, just do it according to plan."

“I’m more worried about the plan failing than you are, but as long as I successfully lure the wolverine over, I’m 100% confident I can catch him.”

Lady Viper's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that this old fellow still had some trump cards up his sleeve, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident.

"It's best if you're confident. I'll proceed according to plan and wait for you to make a breakthrough."

"very good."

The two seem to get along well on the surface, but it's hard to say what they're really thinking.

......

Chapter 101: Three Teams Split into the Research Institute

At night, a garbage truck was driving along a steep mountain road toward the research institute at the top of the mountain.

In the driver's seat, Logan was dressed in a blue and white work uniform, disguised as a sanitation worker.

Alone, he evaded several assassination attempts by ninjas and tracked them down to this place.

Of course, he had already seen through the enemy's clumsy attempt to lure him in.

Logan, a veteran of countless battles, having fought in both World War I and World War II and lived for over a hundred years, still came even if the enemy might have laid an ambush.

It wasn't just because of his courage, but also because he had a good helper.

Harvey followed the garbage truck from two thousand meters above it, remaining invisible.

Since the battle at Zojoji Temple at noon, they split into three groups.

Through rigorous interrogation, Mariko and Yukio forced Shingen to reveal Yashida's will.

Using this will, which had been amended twice, they quickly convened a board meeting to "legally" accept the inheritance rights of the Yashida Group.

Hermione, Wanda, and Cho Chang, on the other hand, followed the clues left by Logan.

The plan is to uproot the Hand Association's headquarters in Tokyo, as well as its branches in Nagasaki, Nagoya, and Kyoto, and completely eradicate this malignant tumor.

Finally, there's Harvey, who uses Logan as bait, hiding behind the scenes to track him down until he finds Lady Viper's hiding place.

At this moment, under the hazy moonlight, the garbage truck slowly stopped in front of the main gate of the research institute, which was guarded by fully armed sentries.

The sentry in the guard post asked warily, "Who goes there?"

Logan stuck his head out of the car window, his face mostly hidden by a baseball cap and mask, and respectfully handed over a few bills, replying in a low voice.

"Sir, I'm here to collect the trash. Please take good care of me!"

The sentry took the money with a stern face, squeezed the thickness of the banknotes with dissatisfaction, and said nothing.

Logan suppressed his murderous intent and said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry, sir, there's more here, there's more."

Then he handed over a few more banknotes.

The sentry nodded in satisfaction, "Passage permitted!" and then raised the automatic barrier.

With a light touch on the accelerator, the garbage truck passed the first checkpoint smoothly.

Logan, in the driver's seat, firmly gripped the steering wheel, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead from the tension.

He, who only ever knew how to kill, had no interest in this kind of disguise and infiltration.

However, its mutation ability is getting weaker and weaker, and it can hardly even control the extension and retraction of its Vajra Claws anymore.

That's why he preferred to go through the trouble of disguising himself and sneaking in silently.

If he hadn't been forced into this situation, Logan, known for his ruthless and impulsive nature, would have simply gone on a killing spree and forced his way in through the door.

A few minutes later, the garbage truck drove into the temporary storage warehouse for biological research waste.

This warehouse, which spans over 500 square meters, is filled with biological research waste stored in black sealed bags.

Every few meters along the surrounding walls, there is a yellow equilateral triangle with a skull in the center.

This is a biohazard indicator.

Logan opened the car door, silently left the warehouse, bypassed the patrolling sentries, and made his way to a square building in the center of the research institute.

Everything went so smoothly, as if divinely inspired.

With his mutant abilities greatly reduced, Logan's agility and skill were significantly diminished.

But he was not detected by any surveillance cameras or enemies along the way.

He didn't believe it was because the enemy was too stupid.

"The enemy has definitely set a trap in this building, just waiting for us to walk right into it."

But will I back down?

Logan stopped hiding; in fact, he couldn't hide anymore, because a squad of sentries rushed out of the building entrance, clearly coming for him.

He picked up a captured samurai sword and charged forward against the enemy without hesitation.

This kind of "even if it means dying, I'll drag someone down with me" attitude almost broke through the sentries' defensive line.

"Watch out! Open fire at will!"

But the sentries, realizing what was happening, reorganized their defenses, raised their M4 carbines, and pulled the triggers.

"Da da da da da..."

Faced with a torrent of bullets forming a metallic mass, Logan, whose abilities had deteriorated, narrowed his eyes and quickly shielded the nearest sentry with his body.

"Pfft, pfft!"

The sound of bullets piercing flesh rang out one after another.

After the first volley of bullets had passed, most of the sentries were changing their magazines.

Logan shoved aside the bullet-riddled corpses of the sentries, seized the opportunity, and charged into the group of sentries reloading, beginning a killing spree.

"Ah! Help me..."

"Report to superiors immediately! The main entrance to the building is about to be breached. Requesting immediate backup..."

five minutes later.

Logan, who was so exhausted that he was almost paralyzed, was panting heavily. He rested for a while, but his strength was draining away faster and faster, and he could not rest any longer.

I dragged my tired body toward the glass door on the first floor of the building.