American comic book: An aging Wolverine, doing whatever he wants.

Chapter 16 The Lawrence Family Threat, Unknown Message

After a full day of scorching sun, the entire factory was filled with a stuffy atmosphere.

The old electric fan whirred and creaked, blowing out only hot air.

"James, to be honest, it took me a lot of effort to find this place. I have to say, it's not a very good place. If you need anything, just let me know and I can arrange a place for you in the best part of the city."

Chris put down his crossed legs, a smile still on his face, but it wasn't a warm smile; instead, it gave off a dangerous feeling.

Logan walked over and sat down opposite Chris, calmly saying, "No need."

As he spoke, he glanced around and, not seeing the professor, breathed a sigh of relief.

The professor is undoubtedly his biggest weakness right now. If the other party takes control of the professor, he will be completely at a disadvantage.

However, the relief she had just felt was quickly lifted by a single sentence from Chris.

"Don't be so wary, James. Just because you don't need it doesn't mean your father doesn't. It's not a good idea to have a man in his nineties living in a water tower like that."

Chris stared at James with a smile, the warning in his eyes quite obvious.

Logan's face darkened instantly, his fists clenched so tightly that cracks seemed to appear between them.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Having wandered for years, how could Logan not hear the warning in the other person's words?

Chris's words implied only one thing: I know your address, and I know you have elderly people at home who are unable to resist...

"take it easy."

Chris laughed and said, "You saved my life, so I consider us friends. Friends don't hurt each other, right? Of course, unless someone betrays our friendship, but I really don't want to see that happen."

As he spoke, he beckoned, and a bodyguard took out a palm-sized, exquisite gift box from his pocket and respectfully placed it in Chris's hands.

"Moreover, I heard that this escort mission could not have been completed without you. To express our gratitude, the family has prepared a special gift for you."

Chris gently handed the gift box to Logan. "This is something we prepared carefully, and it suits your status perfectly."

Logan didn't reach out; he just stared intently into Chris's eyes, his face full of vigilance.

The deep red gift box was decorated with an exquisite knot tied with red silk, just like the incredibly beautiful gift wrapping found in luxury stores.

"Open it, Logan."

Chris always wore a smile, as if that was the only expression he had, yet his voice was incredibly cold.

"You knew my identity from the very beginning?"

Upon hearing his name, Logan was startled. All the muscles in his body tensed, his fists clenched, and the steel claws between his knuckles seemed ready to burst forth.

This time, Logan completely miscalculated.

He had been living in Santa Fe for years without being recognized, which led him to mistakenly believe that the world had truly forgotten Wolverine.

But clearly, that's not the case.

As Victor said, Wolverine's reputation was so great that even after decades, people would still remember it.

Wolverine is always remembered as long as he still has value.

"No." Chris shook his head with a smile. "At first, I just thought you were a pretty good henchman, but my father knew you. When he was young, photos of you mutants would often appear on the front page of the newspapers."

Chris placed the gift box on the table, stood up, patted his pants, and smiled, "Don't be so nervous. I really only came here to deliver a gift. I'll let you know when there's a new mission. I have your phone number saved, remember? But if I can't get through to you, I might have to come in person again."

After saying that, he waved and led his men out of the factory.

Upon seeing Chris leave, Caliban immediately rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a shotgun from a hidden corner, ran to the front door with the gun, locked the door, and cautiously peered out through the peephole.

Caliban only breathed a long sigh of relief and walked back to Logan after Chris's two cars parked outside the factory started and drove away.

Logan then looked at the exquisite gift box on the table and carefully opened it.

Inside the gift box was a silver revolver, its exquisite craftsmanship making it look like a work of art. The silver-plated casing shimmered under the light, and next to the pistol were three beautifully crafted silver bullets.

"Damn it!"

Logan threw the gift box, along with the pistol, back onto the table.

He knew that Chris's words were a blatant threat!

"Logan, you told me there wouldn't be any trouble!"

Caliban stood angrily in front of Logan. "But now people know the Professor is here, they know you're here, and they've even come knocking on our door! If more people find out, we might get blown up in our sleep by two RPGs!"

"Calm down!"

Logan snatched the shotgun from Caliban's hand, his face grim. "They won't do anything to us anytime soon!"

If Chris wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have come here tonight. He could have simply reported his location to the government, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers and attack helicopters would have surrounded the area immediately.

Chris is clearly trying to use me to do things for him!

"Just because not now doesn't mean it won't happen later!" Caliban exclaimed in panic. "Logan, we need to pack our things. Tomorrow—no, tonight—we have to escape. This place is fraught with danger; we could be caught at any moment!"

As he spoke, Caliban even went to prepare his luggage.

"Don't be so impulsive!"

Logan grabbed Caliban, "Trust me, I can handle this."

Caliban still looked terrified. "I was just pinned down on the sofa by three men, and the pistols on their hips could have killed me at any moment. How could I stay calm!"

He stared at Logan, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, fear lingering in his heart.

"If we flee now, it will only be more dangerous!"

Logan responded calmly.

Chris clearly won't expose him now; as long as those guys can profit from Wolverine, they won't break ties so quickly.

But Logan also understood that his life could not be left in the hands of others forever.

Otherwise, once he loses his value, Chris and his men will eliminate him immediately!

If they were to flee now, they would not be facing the Lawrence family, but rather a complete blockade by government departments, which would be a million times riskier!

Upon hearing this, Caliban slumped onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands, looking pained.

He just wanted to live a peaceful life, and he never wanted to touch anything dangerous!

Logan.

Charles, in a wheelchair, entered through the back door. "Was that guy your boss?"

He maneuvered his wheelchair over to Logan, slumped in the wheelchair, and said, "That guy isn't a good person."

"I know, don't worry."

Logan reached out and patted the professor's hand. "I'll handle everything. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Charles did not respond, but simply looked at Logan quietly.

Logan spoke lightly, but the current situation was clearly a significant challenge for him.

"If all else fails, let me..."

Before Charles could finish speaking, Logan quickly looked up to stop him.

He stared into the professor's eyes and shook his head.

Logan understood what the professor meant by the second half of his sentence: "Let me kill them all!"

"It's not time for that yet, Charles."

Logan shook his head firmly. "That would only bring greater danger. If we did that, it wouldn't just be the Lawrence family that would know about us."

His strength has declined drastically, and he knows all too well what the consequences of being targeted by government agencies would be—a fate that would be utterly irreversible.

Charles looked at Logan's determined gaze and wanted to say something.

Logan didn't give him a chance to speak, turning to Caliban and saying, "I bought a lot of things, they're in the trunk. Come with me to get them, we'll have a big dinner tonight."

After saying that, he turned to the professor and said, "Professor, go watch a movie on the sofa. Let's forget about tonight's events for now. Trust me, I can handle everything."

Seeing Logan's expression, Charles could only helplessly shut up.

Logan and Caliban took everything Logan had bought from the trunk of the car.

He bought a lot of good food, and with Caliban's careful cooking, the rich aroma of the food quickly filled the factory.

The delicious aroma filling the room soothed everyone's restless hearts, and the three of them temporarily forgot Chris's concerns and immersed themselves in the sumptuous dinner.

The rare delicacy whetted the appetites of the three, and it took them more than an hour to finish their precious dinner.

After the professor took his medicine, Logan pushed him back to the water tower and settled him in before taking a quick shower and lying down on his own bed.

It was a small room with cracked walls that led directly into the wilderness outside. The cold moonlight shone through the cracks onto his body.

The gunshot wound hasn't fully healed in the past few days; thick scabs have formed at the muzzle.

Logan looked at his wounds and sighed helplessly.

Ding Dong!

The phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

The Uber app received a text message.

Logan opened his phone and saw an unfamiliar message: Have you stopped taking clients lately?

Logan looked on in astonishment at the unfamiliar news.

Why would anyone care whether an Uber driver picks up passengers or not?

(End of this chapter)