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

Chapter 42 The Massacre!

Boom!

The crimson beam of light emitted an incredibly intense aura.

The indigo sky was instantly illuminated by red light, revealing a sunset-like rosy hue.

A beam of light shot out, like a giant dragon burning with flames, rushing towards Donald.

"Fuck!"

Seeing the beam of light hurtling towards him, the intense sense of danger instantly made Donald's scalp tingle. He instinctively rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the raging heat.

His bloodshot gaze was almost touching his shirt as it slashed fiercely at the parked car behind him.

boom!!

A deafening roar erupted into the sky.

The vehicle was instantly and cleanly cut in two.

The fracture was smooth and clean, and the high temperature melted the sheet metal instantly, constantly flashing with hot sparks.

"ah!!!"

This was the first time Logan had unleashed such a fierce heat gaze, with scorching white smoke constantly billowing from the corners of his eyes.

The powerful recoil caused the heat glare shooting from the eye sockets to surge like a runaway beast, rampaging wildly through the crowd.

As Logan slightly tilted his head, his heat vision swept out, instantly engulfing several unfortunate gunmen nearby.

Before the raging heat even touched them, their clothes spontaneously combusted from the intense heat, and red rashes from burns quickly spread across their skin.

"ah!!!"

The gunman screamed in terror, as if every inch of his skin was being roasted at thousands of degrees Celsius.

The fear of impending death made them instinctively want to run away, but how could a person's speed be faster than sight?

As the heatwave swept over them, the scorching heat and powerful impact instantly pulverized them, even completely evaporating their blood.

The rising mist of blood permeated the air, and the acrid smell of burning continued to spread.

Wherever the heat vision passed, not a single person could be seen, only pieces of steaming minced meat on the ground...

"Fuck!"

"What's going on?!"

The fear brought on by the heat vision gripped Donald's heart, and even though the surrounding heat was intense, cold sweat still poured uncontrollably down his body.

The blinding crimson light sent shivers down his spine, a deathly aura looming over him.

He jerked his head back towards the source of the heat vision, where Logan stood on the second floor, steam rising from the corners of his eyes. "He's awakened a new ability?!"

"How is this possible!"

Donald's eyes widened. It wasn't unusual for mutants to possess multiple abilities; their lab was also conducting related research, attempting to cultivate several mutants with several top-tier abilities.

To his astonishment, Logan was already two hundred years old!

Even among mutants, he is already quite old, well past the age when the X-gene is most active. Even with experimental modifications, it is unlikely that new abilities will be activated.

Moreover, his physical condition is already failing, and sometimes his steel claws even fail to fully extend, which is quite embarrassing.

With such bodily functions completely ruined, how could any new abilities possibly be developed?!

This bizarre scene left Donald completely stunned.

After a long period of shock, he suddenly came to his senses, his eyes suddenly burning with intense desire, as if he were looking at a gold brick. "I really underestimated you, Logan. As expected of Wolverine, even at over two hundred years old, you're still a treasure!"

Donald licked his lips, greed gradually overpowering fear in his eyes as he stared at Logan with longing.

Although Logan frightens him now, it is precisely because of this fear that Logan has instantly risen from a worthless old wolf to an immeasurable value!

If he and Laura are captured and brought back together, he will receive an immeasurable reward!

Boom!

Just as Donald was pondering, the two beams of light, like fire dragons, swept in and instantly destroyed the gunman in front of him.

The gunman's body exploded instantly, and thick blood splattered directly onto Donald, while bits of flesh and debris covered him.

The sudden turn of events completely disrupted Donald's train of thought.

Only then did he come to his senses and quickly turn around to look at his surroundings.

Of his thirty-odd gunmen, most of them have now fallen.

The heat vision was like a mad red dragon, violently twisting and turning through the crowd.

Anyone who is even slightly affected by the heat vision will either be torn in two or blown apart by the terrifying power!

The shattered remains and pieces of flesh were scattered in the yard, and blood flowed like water underfoot.

Nowadays, hotels are practically inhumane slaughterhouses!

Painful screams and terrified roars echoed through the sky!

"Damn it!"

Donald roared at the panicked gunman, "If you don't kill him, nobody gets away! Shoot!"

Bang bang bang! !

Only then did the gunmen remember to fight back. Suppressing their fear, they raised their guns and fired at Logan.

"ah!!"

The whistling bullets formed a dense barrage, and Logan's body was instantly pierced by several bullets. The pain that permeated his body made him roar in anger.

But the killings did not stop.

Logan gritted his teeth, the stinging wound fueling his anger, and his heat gaze intensified.

The temperature rose again, and the beam of light, influenced by its anger, grew thicker and darker red!

Boom!

As Logan shook his head, his heat vision swept across the room.

The gunmen, swept by the onslaught, were blown apart like inflated balloons. Even the rifles in their hands melted instantly, with molten iron dripping down.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the gunmen falling at a visible speed, Donald sensed something was wrong and quickly pulled out his phone to call for backup.

Boom!

However, before he could dial the number, a red light flashed.

An incredibly high temperature swept over us in an instant.

The blazing beam of light hit the phone precisely, and in an instant, the phone melted in his palm.

The scalding heat burned his palms, causing visible blisters to form. The flesh on his palms quickly changed color and cracked, becoming thoroughly cooked.

"ah!!"

The excruciating pain in his palm caused Donald to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He only had one hand; his other arm was amputated due to injury and had long been replaced with a cold, mechanical arm.

And now, even that last remaining hand is completely useless!

At that moment, the red light suddenly dissipated.

Logan closed his eyes, and the violent heat vision stopped abruptly. When he opened them again, his pupils had returned to normal, with only the residual heat in the corners of his eyes still sending up wisps of white smoke.

He stared at Donald, who was screaming and howling in agony, his eyes icy cold.

boom!

He flipped over the corridor railing and jumped directly from the second floor, his cold gaze fixed on Donald as he approached him step by step.

Donald looked around, but after a thorough search, he realized that none of his men had survived, and the ground was littered with pieces of corpses.

As Donald watched Logan approach like a god of death, fear completely gripped his mind.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arm, he quickly said, "Logan, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out!"

(End of this chapter)