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Chapter 203 Factory Reset

Faced with the crisis, Du Mu and Wade showed no sign of tension; instead, they continued their verbal sparring.

Old Logan wasn't as carefree as them.

As he watched the armed personnel pouring down from vehicles in all directions, his heart sank to the bottom.

They probably won't be able to escape now!

These armed men were well-trained and moved swiftly, quickly constructing simple cover around the vehicle. All sorts of guns were raised in unison, locking onto their vehicle.

Soon, a blond man emerged from among them, his right hand a mechanical arm, exuding a cyberpunk vibe reminiscent of a cheap science fiction film.

His name is Donald Pierce, the leader of this mercenary group called the Raiders, and one of the culprits who forced Old Logan and his men to flee.

"Pierce, the Raider, those are familiar names."

Upon seeing Donald's personal information, Du Mu couldn't help but sigh.

Wade immediately launched into a吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or complain) mode, his tone full of disdain: "Logan is really getting worse and worse. This kind of thing can be the villain in his movie. He has a Terminator-like arm and is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. He's not even as good as that stupid villain named Dishwashing Liquid in my first movie. At least Dishwashing Liquid was a mutant, although his ability was a bit ridiculous. He couldn't feel pain."

Donald didn't hear Wade's words. He walked arrogantly to the front of the car and tapped the driver's side window with his mechanical fingers.

"Old man, the chase is over. Hand over the girl, or I can't guarantee what I'll do to you and that other old man."

Donald is actually a Wolverine fan and has a peculiar kind of admiration for Logan, wanting to trample this famous X-Men underfoot to prove his own strength.

This is probably what happens when someone becomes a fan to the point of being critical.

In response to Donald's provocation, old Logan simply tensed all his muscles and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Du Mu exclaimed in surprise, "No way, Old Wolf, you can tolerate this? If it were your old temper, you would have chopped this guy into mincemeat and mixed it with rice by now."

Old Logan remained silent.

Why wouldn't he want to do this?

If he were in his prime, he wouldn't even bother to lift his eyelids at this level of force and firepower; he could easily carve a bloody path through it.

But now he's really old and can't keep up the pace.

Even if the opponents were just a group of ordinary people without superpowers, the sheer amount of firepower alone would be enough to tear his old bones to shreds. With his current half-dead self-healing ability, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand the first wave of firepower, let alone protect the old man and the child behind him.

Donald then noticed the two extra passengers in the car and asked in surprise, "When did two more people appear? Who are you?"

Du Mu chuckled and said, "I heard you're from a raider mercenary group. What a coincidence, I also have a raider mercenary group."

Donald: "?"

What nonsense is this? Are you trying to recite tongue twisters?

But he didn't take Du Mu and Wade seriously.

In his understanding and experience, mutants of this era are no longer the chosen ones. Their X genes are constantly weakened by genetically modified food, and most of the remaining mutants are pitifully weak, and can generally be dealt with with a single gun.

Even if Du Mu and Wade were both mutants, it would just be a matter of using a few more bullets; it wouldn't be a big problem.

Old Logan was afraid that Du Mu would anger Donald and cause the latter to attack the car recklessly, so he immediately got out of the car.

"They were just two strangers; it has nothing to do with us."

Donald scoffed, "That's a shame. It's their bad luck to get involved with you guys. But if you hand over the girl willingly, I might consider giving them a quick death."

"I advise you to listen to him, Mr. Howlett."

A voice came from the raider mercenaries behind Donald.

A man with a hairline comparable to Coulson's stepped out, a forced smile on his face: "In your current state, you probably can't even extend your claws, right? If you were to suffer a truly fatal injury, even you probably wouldn't survive."

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sandel Rice. I think you should have met my father in the Weapon X project."

Logan's pupils contracted, and he forced out the words through clenched teeth: "It was those bastards who injected adamantium into my body."

Unlike some timelines, Logan in this world was completely unwilling to undergo that hellish modification experiment, and was almost brainwashed into a pure killing weapon amidst endless pain.

An accident that followed allowed him to break free of his restraints, and in a fit of uncontrollable rage, he nearly wiped out everyone in the base.

Sandel nodded: "That's right, my father was one of them, and he died at your hands. It is because of this that I have devoted myself to developing genetically modified food and spreading it all over the world. I want to make the mistake of mutants disappear completely from the annals of history."

"You two are really alike," Old Logan sneered.

Sandel ignored his sarcasm, his smile deepening instead: "After that, I restarted and improved my father's Weapon X project. The girl in the car was one of the most successful test subjects. I'm sure you've witnessed her abilities."

"Unfortunately, she is too opinionated, just like you were back then. She is unwilling to become an obedient weapon. To prevent the birth of another Wolverine, we must retrieve and destroy her."

He said these words intentionally for Logan to hear.

His goal was to kill the man and destroy his spirit. He wanted to make the old man watch helplessly as Laura was taken away and destroyed, experiencing the despair of helplessness, thus avenging the murder of his father.

His move really hit Logan's deepest sore spot.

But at the same time, he also completely ignited the old father's anger.

Old Logan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, and his teeth were grinding together.

He could tolerate the other party's mockery and malice towards him, but he absolutely could not stand by and watch the other party hurt Laura!

He suppressed the urge to pounce on the other person and tear them to pieces, then suddenly turned to Du Mu in the car and asked, "Is the method you mentioned convenient to use now?"

Seeing the determination in Old Logan's eyes, Du Mu grinned.

"Of course it's convenient."

With a flick of his finger, a red pill the size of a longan arced through the air, passed through the car window, and landed precisely in Old Logan's palm.

"After swallowing it, you will be completely transformed."

[Item: Rebirth Pill (After ingestion, the user's blood and bones will be replaced and renewed. The process is extremely painful. Please use with caution.)]

Old Logan took the Rebirth Pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

The pill slid down the esophagus without any apparent cause.

However, in the very next second...

"Ugh!!"

Old Logan suddenly arched his back, letting out a suppressed groan of pain!

He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, every vein on his arm bulging and throbbing wildly!

Crack! Cluck cluck cluck—!

A dense, crackling and grinding sound that made his scalp tingle continued to explode from the deepest part of his body.

It wasn't a simple fracture; his entire skeletal structure was undergoing a violent dismantling and reconstruction. A large amount of blood seeped out from every pore, instantly soaking his tattered clothes, making him look as if he had just been pulled from a pool of blood, with a strong smell of blood wafting over you.

However, this is just the beginning.

His entire back began to bulge and stretch unnaturally, emitting a faint tearing sound, as if something was forcibly breaking free from the constraints of his flesh and blood from the inside.

Then, the most terrifying scene unfolded.

Suddenly, a huge gash appeared to tear open along the spine on Old Logan's back, and the gash rapidly spread throughout his body!

A complete, gleaming adamantium skeleton was slowly expelled from his flesh by some force, like a Cthulhu version of a cicada shedding its shell, a bizarre act that defied the laws of life and caused one's sanity to plummet.

"A generous gift of crab—!!!"

Wade squeezed his cheeks so hard with both hands that the whites of his eyes on his mask were distorted, making him look like a real-life version of the world-famous painting "The Scream".

Even the well-traveled Charles was utterly shocked, and almost instinctively raised his hand to cover Laura's eyes.

Laura, however, secretly peeked out the window through her fingers, curiously observing what was happening outside.

Outside the vehicle, Donald, Sandel, and all the raider mercenaries stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

The bloody and bizarre scene before them was completely beyond their comprehension.

What the hell is this cult horror movie scene?

Once the adamantium skeleton was completely detached from his body, old Logan finally stopped howling, lay motionless on the ground, and the bleeding from his body gradually stopped.

"Logan, are you still alive?"

Wade climbed halfway out of the car, picked up a small twig from the ground, and carefully poked old Logan's back with the tip.

There was no response.

He poked it again, this time poking its butt.

There was still no response.

So he became bolder and stealthily reached towards a certain indescribable part of his body.

Bang! !

Wade and his stick were instantly blasted away, crashing heavily into the passenger-side door.

Old Logan slowly withdrew his fist, stood up again, and exhaled a long breath of foul air that smelled of blood.

Du Mu poked his head out of the window: "Old Wolf, are you alright?"

"Excellent, better than ever before!"

Old Logan's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of ease.

His once gray and dry hair had been completely transformed, becoming jet black and shiny. At the same time, the wrinkles on his face gradually diminished, his skin tightened, revealing a youthful profile with distinct features. It was as if time had reversed decades for him.

He could clearly feel a surge of vitality, almost overflowing, coursing through his veins. It was the long-awaited energy of the self-healing factor. All the accumulated fatigue and old injuries had been swept away. A powerful sense of strength filled his entire body, and every cell was cheering with joy!

He had only experienced this feeling decades ago.

Old Logan couldn't help but stretch his body, his joints cracking and popping like a machine that hadn't been oiled in a long time starting to run smoothly again.

He raised his right fist and extended his claws. Three familiar bone claws popped out from between his fingers—the claws he had before he had his nails done.

At the same time, old Logan felt a lightness he had never felt before, as if he had taken off the heavy armor he had worn for decades, and his whole body felt light and airy, even having the illusion that he could leap into the air.

The adamantium alloy that had been his companion for decades was gone!

Under the effects of the Rebirth Pill, Lao Luo Gen's blood and bones were completely replaced, restoring him to factory settings.

"What exactly is going on..."

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Sandel's voice was dry and hoarse as he looked at the suddenly changed old Logan, feeling a sense of unease that he was completely out of control.

Donald, after all, was a seasoned leader of a raider mercenary group, and he quickly reacted, roaring, "Fire! Take this old bastard down!"

At the command, the already tense raider mercenaries immediately pulled the triggers.

Da da da da da da—!

A dense hail of bullets came from several directions at the same time, raining down on the direction where Old Logan was standing!

Old Logan had nowhere to hide. In an instant, countless bullets filled his body, increasing his weight by several kilograms, and his body was covered in bloody bullet holes.

Not long ago, this injury would have been enough to kill old Logan.

Now, despite taking so many shots, old Logan hasn't fallen. Bullets keep being expelled from his body, and the gun muzzle heals at a visible speed, returning to normal in the blink of an eye, without a trace of injury.

"How is that possible!?"

Donald stared wide-eyed at everything in disbelief.

Wasn't this old guy's self-healing ability almost completely weakened by genetically modified food a long time ago?

"This feeling...is really nice."

Old Logan was very satisfied with this; his crappy graphics card had finally turned back into a 5090!

The next moment, he sprang up and pounced on the nearest raider mercenary without hesitation. The raider mercenary didn't even see the movement clearly. He only felt a sudden shock in his throat as three bone claws pierced into his throat, drawing out a spurt of blood!

Before the body even fell to the ground, Logan's gaze and body had already shifted to the next target, and he swung his bone claws once more!

"Fire! Stop him!!"

The raider mercenaries were terrified and fired wildly in an attempt to stop old Logan.

However, old Logan completely ignored their attacks, not even bothering to dodge. He endured the dense barrage of bullets and charged towards the other raider mercenaries. With each swing of his bone claws, one of them would fall.

Throughout the entire process, he made no unnecessary movements, focusing solely on efficiency.

Although some of these raider mercenaries, like Donald, are cyborgs who have replaced parts of their limbs with mechanical prosthetics, they can only bully ordinary people.

Compared to Logan, who has returned to his peak condition, their strength is simply insignificant.

In no time, more than a dozen raider mercenaries lay dead in pools of blood, the air thick with the stench of blood.

Old Logan stood in the center of the pile of corpses, his six bone claws stained with blood and chunks of flesh, looking like a ferocious wolf.

He shook his hand, and blood splattered everywhere.

A long-lost and exhilarating feeling washed over his entire body.

"That was fucking awesome!"