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

Chapter 45 He was the Nazis' nightmare and a hero of war!

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The gates of the abandoned factory were pushed open, and thick dust filled the air.

"Cough cough cough, this doesn't look like a place for a human to live."

Steve looked around, his brow furrowed.

The dilapidated tin-roofed room was full of cracks, with fissures leading directly to the desert outside. Transparent duct tape was the only barrier against the wind and sand. The furniture looked equally retro, with an old ceiling fan that looked like it was from fifty years ago. Unwashed cooking utensils remained in the cabinets, breeding a layer of green fungus. Under the scorching sun, the room was filled with an unbearable, stifling heat.

This is a place that even homeless people would despise.

"It seems Chris wasn't lying; there are indeed people living here, but they must have left some time ago."

Natasha noticed signs that someone had lived in the room, at least three people, which proved that Chris had not lied to them.

"So Logan is still alive?"

Steve rubbed his temples, thinking of his former comrade-in-arms. "My God, if he were really alive, he would be at least a hundred years old."

"You really know him?" Natasha turned to look at Steve.

Steve nodded, walked around the room, and examined some of the details.

Natasha stood beside him. "As far as I know, Wolverine did participate in World War II and killed quite a few enemies."

"Many enemies?"

Steve suddenly chuckled. "Looks like your intelligence wasn't so accurate after all. That guy's killing spree can't be described as 'quite a few'; he was a killing machine on the battlefield!"

Steve touched the two empty holes in the iron table in front of him and couldn't help but fall into memories. "He was the devil on the battlefield, the god of death that those Nazi bastards dared not sleep after hearing his name."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something, and turned his head in surprise, asking, "I'm a little confused. Someone like Logan should have left a significant mark on history books, so why have I never seen his name in any history book?"

After being thawed, in order to adapt to the new era, he read through a large number of history books, trying to make up for the seventy-year gap in his life, but the name "Logan" did not appear in any of them.

Natasha was silent for a moment before saying, "Steve, you were frozen for seventy years. So much happened during that time. I'll explain it to you slowly later."

Natasha decided to avoid the issue; there were many things that Steve didn't necessarily need to know.

However, Natasha's deliberate avoidance did not dispel Steve's doubts. "I need to find Logan. There are too many mysteries surrounding him."

It wasn't just a problem not recorded in history books, but also the confrontation at the New York docks. He didn't believe Logan would forget his old comrade-in-arms, but why wouldn't he acknowledge him?

Besides, with Logan's abilities, he wouldn't need to live in such a dilapidated environment. If he wanted to, he could definitely become a respected superhero like himself. So why did he choose to live in seclusion?

These mysteries are probably only known to Logan himself.

Natasha saw Steve's persistence, paused, and said, "Not everything with steel claws is Wolverine."

"What do you mean?"

Steve turned his head in surprise.

Natasha thought for a moment and explained, "There are many mutants, and they all possess various special abilities. It's possible that they just happen to be similar. Moreover... current biotechnology allows some people to master the abilities of other mutants. Perhaps the Wolverine we encountered wasn't even the one you know."

After saying that, Natasha, fearing that Steve would delve deeper, quickly changed the subject, "Don't worry, I'll have someone keep an eye on Wolverine. Let's finish the mission first. Right now, the most important thing is for you to investigate the hotel case. Killing Donald's mutants is dangerous, and that's more important than finding Wolverine."

"Um."

Steve nodded, glanced at the factory a few more times, and then turned and left.

Natasha is right. The guy who killed more than thirty gunmen is indeed a destabilizing factor that endangers society, and we must find out more about him!

As Steve walked away, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. She went to the corner of the room and dialed a number. "Nick Fury, Wolverine has appeared. He may be with Professor X."

...

Two days had passed since Logan escaped Santa Fe.

For safety reasons, he didn't take the wide highway, but instead switched to a used pickup truck and drove everyone through the country roads.

Although the road conditions are not very good, it guarantees that you won't be targeted, but the price is that it will take at least three days to get to Nevada.

"It's getting late, let's rest here for the night and continue our journey tomorrow."

In town, Logan parked his car in front of a hotel.

This hotel is located in a remote area, surrounded by trees, and is only frequented by hikers and cyclists.

"Where is this?"

Caliban yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked out the window.

"Link Town".

Charles, sitting in the back seat, read out the name, looked out the window at the small town, and said with a wistful expression, "What a...nostalgic name."

During their conversation, Logan had already taken the wheelchair out of the trunk for the professor, patted Laura next to the professor, and said, "I'm leaving the professor in your care. I'll go rent a room first."

Laura nodded, but didn't say anything.

Since they met, she hadn't uttered a single word, and even when she parted from Gabriela, she only waved, which led Caliban to believe she was mute.

Logan didn't mind, and booked a three-bed room at the hotel reception, and also bought a few cans of beer.

At this moment, Laura and Caliban pushed the professor to his side, and the group went upstairs together.

The hotel was quite old and didn't even have an elevator, so Logan had to carry the professor up to the second floor. Laura was in charge of the wheelchair, while Caliban had the easiest job, carrying the keys and beer.

Although the hotel was old, the rooms were quite nice, with all the facilities in place, including a smart TV with internet access. There was no sense of disrepair or decay.

"Caliban, go and give the professor a bath."

Logan opened a beer, sat on the sofa, and the chilled beer washed away all the fatigue from the long drive.

Laura, standing to the side, stared blankly at the television.

"You want to see it?"

Logan noticed her gaze and her background; in that laboratory, even watching television was probably an incredibly luxurious dream.

Laura nodded.

Logan put down his beer, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

The movie playing above is an old film called "Shane," another story about heroes, and even the picture quality is very retro.

But the little girl didn't care at all. She propped her chin up and watched with great interest, her eyes gradually lighting up.

Logan didn't disturb them, quietly drinking his beer.

As the sound of water in the shower stopped, the professor emerged from his wheelchair, noticed the television screen, and chuckled, saying, "Shane, that's an old relic I watched when I was young."

"But for Logan, this is a new film."

Caliban then chimed in with a sarcastic remark, saying that for Logan at two hundred years old, even the first movie in human history would be considered a novelty.

Logan didn't refute this, he just drank his beer and quietly looked at Laura beside him.

The girl's features were very similar to his own. Although they had only met a few days ago, Logan had a strange feeling towards the girl. Perhaps this was the sense of inheritance in their bloodline.

After looking at it for a while, Logan suddenly remembered something, looked away, and turned to the panel.

Endurance: 6

【Strength】: 8

[Agility]: 7

Speed: 9

[Intelligence]: 5

[Defense]: 7

[Willpower]: 10

[Fighting Skills]: 7

[Prestige]: 30

[Special Attributes]: None available

[Special Abilities]: Healing Factor, Thermal Vision