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

Chapter 4 Professor X

Yellow sandstorms swept across the desert road.

The black sedan sped along the road, cutting through the sandstorm.

Behind the car, several motorcycles were driving side by side, almost taking up the entire lane.

The motorcycle engine roared as it chased after the car ahead, its occupants shouting and brandishing their guns, like a group of hunters closing in on their prey.

"Who are they?"

Logan gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the car was in the gear shifted to the maximum, and the accelerator was pressed to the floor. The car seemed to be cutting through sand with a whistling sound.

He glanced at the group of crazy guys behind him through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask a question.

"A few scumbags from a motorcycle gang!"

The man in the black suit sat in the passenger seat, his hands gripping the handle tightly, his expression one of disgust.

"Is it them?"

Logan had heard of the motorcycle gang before; they were a group of riders who roamed the desert and often committed highway robbery—to put it bluntly, they were desert bandits.

However, highway robbery seems to be just a side business for the motorcycle gang. Their main business is running taverns, and many taverns in the desert have connections to the motorcycle gang. Highway robbery is more like a form of entertainment for a group of lunatics.

"Watch out ahead!"

The man in the suit suddenly pointed to the road ahead and made a sharp, explosive sound.

Logan shifted his gaze from the rearview mirror back to the road, where he saw two pickup trucks suddenly appear in front of him, blocking the road completely.

"Damn it!"

Logan cursed and quickly turned the steering wheel. The car spun around as if drifting, sped off the road, and raced across the desolate desert. The yellow sand kicked up by the wheels looked like a sandstorm.

However, the motorcycle gang doesn't seem to be planning to give up on the big fish, the man in the suit.

They also changed direction, rushing through the sandstorm, relentlessly pursuing it.

bang bang bang! ! !

The sudden gunfire drowned out the engine's roar, sounding particularly jarring in the wilderness.

In the rearview mirror, Logan could clearly see that the madman on the back of the motorcycle gang had stood up, one hand on his companion's shoulder, the other holding a gun, and continuously firing at the car.

Boom!

Logan felt the car shake violently and immediately sensed something was wrong. He turned around and saw that the rear window had been hit by a bullet, and the tempered glass shattered instantly like a spider web.

The dense barrage of bullets made the entire vehicle rattle incessantly.

"Fuck, my car!"

Logan's eyes were filled with heartache.

No customer wants to ride in a car with bullet holes; it makes them think the driver is a thug!

The cost of repairing the car was a considerable expense, which was simply unacceptable for Logan at the moment!

Logan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other, he pulled a handgun from the drawer and tossed it to the man in the suit. "Kill them!"

If he didn't want to expose his steel claws, the straightforward intimidation of a pistol could easily deter some thugs, so even though he rarely used it, Logan would keep it in a place where he could easily reach it.

The man in the suit was clearly surprised when Logan suddenly pulled out a pistol, but he still skillfully cocked it, gripped the handle with one hand, and held the pistol out of the car window with the other, continuously pulling the trigger to fire back at the motorcycle gang behind him.

But this is not a smooth road after all.

The vehicle was speeding across the rocky desert, and the swirling sandstorms filled your mouth with dust.

The violently shaking car made it impossible for the man in the suit, whose shooting skills were not particularly proficient, to aim accurately. Several bullets were fired, but they were still miles away from the target!

bang bang bang! ! !

The motorcycle gang's lunatics continued firing.

Logan could see several more clear bullet holes in the car through the rearview mirror, which made him completely enraged. He snatched the gun from the man in the suit and shouted, "I'll do it!"

Seeing Logan's hands almost leave the steering wheel, the man in the suit turned deathly pale. "I'll pay for the repairs, just put your hands back on this damn steering wheel!"

Compared to the crazy shooting of the motorcycle gang, he was more afraid that the vehicle would overturn at that speed!

Ignoring the man in the suit's warning, Logan, with one hand on the steering wheel, leaned half his body out of the window.

The howling wind completely messed up his cheap suit, and his disheveled hair was instantly covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.

The vehicle shook violently, twisting wildly in the desert like a dragon swinging its tail, and could overturn at any moment.

At such speeds and in such conditions, if the vehicle were to overturn, the entire vehicle would be totaled instantly, and the passengers would die from the violent impact the moment it overturned!

The man in the suit was deathly pale, breathing rapidly, his hands gripping the handles tightly, his entire body curled up in the chair.

He thought Logan was a hundred times crazier than that group of motorcycle gang lunatics!

Logan, however, paid no attention and aimed at the group of crazy guys behind him in a strange posture.

boom!

After a sharp gunshot, a clear bloody hole appeared in the forehead of a motorcyclist.

The motorcycle, having lost its balance, tipped over and tumbled violently across the wilderness. The two people on board were thrown off, and the immense inertia caused their bodies to be instantly torn apart by the rocks in the wilderness!

Although Logan is famous for his steel claws, he was a veteran of World War II before that, and he has not forgotten the gun skills that are ingrained in his bones!

bang bang bang! ! !

After several shots were fired, all five motorcycles overturned. In such an environment and at such speed, it was virtually impossible to survive the accident, and the bodies would soon be completely buried by the yellow sand.

"No one's chasing me anymore."

Logan sat back down, casually tossed the gun onto the passenger seat, leisurely pulled out a cigarette, lit it with the car's lighter, and exhaled a puff of smoke with gusto.

"You're a madman!"

The man in the suit sat in the passenger seat, panting heavily; the thrill and excitement of the previous encounter still left him shaken.

"Don't forget the car repair costs."

Logan simply said something indifferently and steered the car back onto the main road.

Without the motorcycle gang chasing them, there were no further incidents along the way, and the car soon entered Santa Fe City.

Once they arrived here, the man in the suit was completely safe, as the motorcycle gang rarely dared to cause trouble in Santa Fe City.

"Thanks, buddy."

In front of a construction company, the man in the suit got out of the car and handed over a thick envelope. "Ten thousand dollars, and the other five thousand is enough for the car repairs."

Although this guy is crazy, the man in the suit is willing to pay for this peace and safety.

"Um."

Logan took the envelope, glanced at it briefly, and didn't count the contents on the street.

The principle of not flaunting wealth applies everywhere, especially in places like this.

The man in the suit didn't leave immediately. Instead, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him. "My name is Chris Lawrence. If you want to do big business in the future, you can contact me."

"Lawrence?"

Logan remembered that the most famous family in Santa Fe was also surnamed Lawrence. This family was no ordinary family; they had connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds and enjoyed considerable prestige in Santa Fe.

"That's right, it's the Lawrence you're thinking of."

Chris Lawrence smiled and said, "We'll have the chance to work together again sometime. Goodbye."

Logan looked at the business card in his hand and suddenly had an idea.

Perhaps it's time to consider changing jobs.

His previous plan was to buy a boat and take the professor to spend his days at sea, so that even if the professor lost control in the vast ocean, the risks could be minimized.

But now, with the awakening of his new abilities, he has given up on that idea.

Rather than eking out a living in the vast ocean, he should focus on restoring the glory of his people and escaping this damned predicament!

The money required for this goal is too much for an Uber driver to afford.

He can barely afford the professor's medication now!

Logan put the business card away, drove to the hospital, and parked quietly not far from the hospital's garbage chute.

After waiting in the car for a while, I finally saw a caregiver sneak out.

Logan decisively got out of the car, pretended to be nonchalant, and walked alongside the caregiver.

"Look ahead, don't look at me!"

The caregiver kept her eyes fixed ahead, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

"medicine."

Logan didn't look at him, and responded in a low voice.

"two thousand."

The caregiver spoke in a low, authoritative voice.

"Are you crazy? It used to be 1500!"

Logan was very dissatisfied with the caregiver's quote, which was five hundred dollars more expensive than usual—that was several days' wages for him!

"Hospitals are now more strict in their control over drugs, so it's normal for prices to rise. It's two thousand, not a penny less."

The caregiver gripped the medicine bottle in his pocket tightly; if they couldn't agree on a price, he would turn and leave without hesitation.

"Damn it!"

Logan reluctantly pulled out two thousand dollars and quickly stuffed it into the caregiver's pocket.

The caregiver swiftly stuffed the medicine bottle from her pocket into Logan's pocket, and the two parted ways.

Back in the car, Logan took out the medication from his pocket, examined it carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he decisively started the car and quickly drove out of the city.

After driving through the desert highway, you cross the border into Mexico.

The car stopped outside an abandoned factory.

In front of an abandoned building in the factory, Logan pushed open the rusty iron gate, the rusty bolts making a grating creak as the gate opened.

"Who?"

In the cluttered house, a pale man emerged from a corner, holding a hunting rifle.

"It's me, Caliban."

Logan, carrying the medicine, pushed the shotgun out of Caliban's hand and strode into the house.

Caliban breathed a deep sigh of relief, glanced outside to make sure no one was there, then put away his shotgun and said, "Next time you come back, send a message in advance."

Logan shrugged. "Stop acting all neurotic. Nobody wants to kill you."

Caliban suffers from albinism, causing his skin to become pale and unable to be exposed to strong light. Even when he needs to go out, he has to wrap himself up like a mummy.

Living in a cold and damp environment year-round caused this guy to develop paranoia.

"Don't talk to me about that, go see the professor first."

Caliban returned to the stove and continued to slowly cook today's lunch over a low flame.

Logan poured the newly purchased pills into a bowl and asked, "How is he?"

"Always the same, always talking nonsense."

Caliban shrugged helplessly.

In his view, the professor is now a crazy old man, a time bomb that could explode at any moment.

"Ugh."

Logan sighed helplessly, grabbed a glass of water, and went out with the pills.

It was noon, and the midday sun in the desert was incredibly scorching. The scorched yellow sand looked like it had layers of undulating shadows.

Logan braved the scorching sun and arrived in front of a huge water tower.

The circular water tower, which used to hold enough water for hundreds of people for a whole day, is now in a dilapidated state.

Washed by wind and sand and baked by the scorching sun, the surface of the huge water tower is covered with rust, and many of the sheet metal can no longer withstand the erosion of nature, revealing holes of all sizes.

Logan looked at the water tower, sighed, and opened its heavy doors.

The water tower has been transformed into a room, complete with a desk, a bed, and even a clothesline for hanging clothes.

An old man sat in an electric wheelchair, maneuvering it around inside a huge water tower, muttering some mystical phrases.

Logan closed the water tower door and whispered to the old man, "Charles."

(End of this chapter)