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

Chapter 3 The Poison of Adamantium

A white tinge appeared on the horizon.

The blinding light shone on Logan's face, which reeked of alcohol, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Last night's heavy drinking had left him looking rather unwell; he squinted his hazy eyes and stretched out his withered hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, he opened the car door and returned to the motel.

The hotel is open 24 hours a day, but Klu had already finished his night shift the day before yesterday, and his replacement was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

"Let's book a room for an hour."

Logan dropped a few dollars at the front desk, took the key from the young man, and walked to the room according to the room number on the key.

He needs to take a shower.

Yesterday I was covered in sweat, and my cheap suit reeked of sweat and alcohol.

If you drive around picking up passengers looking like that, you'll definitely get complaints from them.

In the bathroom, Logan took off his suit, revealing his muscular physique and the hideous scars on his body.

He has self-healing factors in his genes, so normally, even the most severe penetrating wounds can heal completely in a short time.

However, due to some irreversible reasons, the effect of self-healing factors also fades visibly, and many injuries, even if they can heal, will still leave scars.

Logan stood in front of the mirror, looking at the grotesque body, and casually turned on the radio in the bathroom, which was broadcasting the boring morning news.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, then looked down at his hands.

Clench your fist slightly, and three openings slowly emerge from between the knuckles, from which three steel claws gleaming with cold light slowly extend.

However, due to his aging body, the steel claws that could usually extend and retract at will could only show their heads before they could no longer extend.

Logan stared at the steel claw, and without hesitation, reached out his other hand, gripped it tightly, and forcefully pulled the claw out.

"hiss!"

The sharp steel claws instantly slashed through the palm, and bright red blood dripped down. The stinging pain of the tearing hand instantly jolted the still somewhat dazed brain awake.

However, he ignored it and, with a thought, the panel appeared.

[Current physical condition]: Gradually weakening, in poor condition!

Logan looked at the contents of the panel and suddenly noticed that next to this line of text, there was also some detailed information.

Your body is gradually aging; adamantium is poisoning and eroding your health; and genetically modified food is suppressing your X gene.

"Cough cough cough..."

A sudden, violent cough made Logan pull back the control panel, covering his mouth and cursing, "Damn it!"

Although he is a mutant, aging is inevitable.

In the past, the body's self-healing factors would slow down aging, thus extending lifespan indefinitely.

But after the government developed defective genes targeting mutants and put them into food, these genetically modified foods became ubiquitous around the world.

The inevitable consumption of genetically modified foods by mutants like Logan leads to the suppression of their X gene and the impact on their healing factor, resulting in a gradual weakening of its effectiveness.

Of course, he can also choose to eat only natural foods.

However, the government had long anticipated the mutants' thoughts and had taken precautions.

There have long been rumors that artificially generated rainwater contains substances that suppress the X gene.

It can be said that as long as one exists in this world, one will inevitably be affected by genetically modified substances.

Furthermore, the adamantium within his body that greatly enhances his combat power is now an unavoidable problem for him.

Previously, due to the existence of self-healing factors, the harmful effects of Adamantium were negligible.

But things are different now. His self-healing factor is gradually declining and can no longer suppress the toxins in the adamantium alloy, causing his body to become visibly weaker.

The radio broadcast today's morning news, with the host and guests continuing the live broadcast in their usual casual, conversational style.

"Josh, the weather is so nice today."

"Yes, host. Yesterday, the red-pants guy won the championship. Even though it was a cloudy day, it was still a clear blue sky."

"Alright, today's topic is mutants."

"Mutants, that sounds familiar. Are they some new superheroes?"

"No, no, no, that's a very distant tribe, but there seems to have been no news of them for the last ten years or so."

"Endangered species?"

"A good analogy, Josh, they're just like the Native Americans."

"I remember the news anchor; I think I saw a related news report when I was a kid. They seemed to be in danger."

"Of course, but the good news is that mutants are dying out, extinction is inevitable, and this dangerous bunch will become history."

"..."

boom!

Logan hung up the radio decisively, his eyes filled with coldness.

Extinction?

Extinction?

Logan sighed deeply, his face gradually turning helpless.

Perhaps the news is right; the era of mutants is over.

Under the suppression of genetically modified products, mutants are no longer able to reproduce.

They not only physically suppress mutants, but also use such methods in an attempt to completely exterminate them.

Logan slammed his fist on the porcelain basin where he was washing his hands, venting his remorse.

He could have changed everything, but in the end, he let everything turn into tragedy.

"cheer up!"

Logan looked up at himself in the mirror.

Although I look like an old man suffering from a long illness in the mirror.

But beneath those aged eyes, life has been rekindled today.

The awakening of his new abilities gave him new hope.

He refused to give up!

After quickly bandaging the wound on his palm from the steel claws and taking a shower, Logan changed into a clean, inexpensive suit and strode out of the hotel.

At the same time, he took out his phone and called a number that was not saved in his contacts.

"I need to buy medicine. See you at the usual place."

Without waiting for a response, Logan hung up the phone, got into his car, and started the engine.

The professor is very ill and needs medication to suppress his condition year-round.

But now he is a wanted criminal and it is impossible for him to use his identity to register and purchase.

It's even less likely that a hospital would openly sell prescription drugs to a wanted criminal.

Fortunately, this is San Antonio, a place where nothing is surprising.

There are many ways to obtain medicines, and it is quite common for a batch of medicines to mysteriously disappear from hospitals every day.

Of course, drugs purchased through this method usually cost far more than the market price.

Logan didn't earn much as an Uber driver; he spent most of his earnings each month buying medicine for the professor.

But he had no choice but to do it.

The professor is very ill. Without medication to suppress it, his brain is like a bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

For the sake of being a professor, and for his own safety, he had no choice but to travel tirelessly through the streets and alleys of San Antonio.

Especially when touching a deflated wallet.

Logan hadn't considered leaving the professor behind, because the professor hadn't abandoned him in the first place.

boom!

Just as Logan started the car and was about to shift gears and leave, the passenger door was suddenly opened.

A man in a black suit squeezed in without hesitation, looking back nervously and urging Logan repeatedly, "Drive!"

Logan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a group of armed thugs rushing towards them.

It seems this guy has gotten himself into a lot of trouble.

"Sir, I don't want to cause trouble."

Logan looked at the man in the suit and spoke calmly.

"One thousand dollars, take me away from here!"

The man's gaze was fixed on what was behind him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

one thousand?

Logan couldn't help but start calculating his profits.

A thousand US dollars, after deducting gas costs, would take an Uber driver ten days to earn.

Logan was somewhat tempted, but he still turned off the car, held out his hand, and said, "Five thousand."

"Damn it!" The man looked at Logan, who was raising the price on the spot, and finally nodded helplessly, "Deal."

Logan smiled. "Hold on tight!"

The engine was restarted, and the black Chrysler quickly fled the scene.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

But his biggest problem right now is that he has no money in his pocket!

(End of this chapter)