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Chapter 81: S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain America is here!

Outside, a S.H.I.E.L.D. task force surrounded the entire villa. They were all armed and cautiously approached the villa, the encirclement constantly shrinking.

The heavy footsteps and the scraping of guns mingled together, like death knells, about to launch a final assault on their locked prey.

"Damn it, these guys are really persistent!"

Logan stood by the window, carefully observing the movements outside.

He hadn't expected that even after leaving the United States, he still couldn't shake off these guys' pursuit, and he certainly hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly.

"Can't they just mind their own business first?!"

Logan was somewhat annoyed.

A host of Hydra agents are operating within S.H.I.E.L.D., and many of these spies have even climbed to the top ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D., controlling crucial intelligence.

S.H.I.E.L.D. even has the nickname "Snake Shield," which shows how deeply it has been infiltrated.

Logan simply couldn't understand why they ignored Hydra's infiltration and instead had the time to hunt down mutants all over the world!

"Cough cough cough."

Behind him, Jumps, who had been thrown down by Logan earlier, was kneeling on the ground, his face flushed from the prolonged lack of oxygen. He was supporting himself on the ground with one hand and clutching his chest with the other, coughing violently.

He was panting heavily when he looked up at Logan with a smug look on his face and said, "You can't escape. No one has ever escaped from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s encirclement. I advise you to surrender quickly to avoid unnecessary casualties."

As he spoke, he glanced at Clarice outside the door, his meaning all too clear.

Logan and Victor have healing factors and are not afraid of bullets, but the little girl is not. If a fight breaks out, the girl might be shot to death.

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, Victor, who had been drowsy on the sofa, burst into a rage, leaping up like a tiger. His face contorted in pain, and his fingernails instantly extended.

Without hesitation, he pressed down on James, his claws instantly piercing James's chest.

In his rage, Victor seemed to have lost all reason, tearing James's chest open with his bare hand and letting the hot blood pour over him.

He extended his claws and grabbed hard, instantly crushing James's beating heart with brute force. Fragments of flesh and blood flew from his chest, splattering all over Victor's face. His ferocious expression, combined with the flesh and blood, made him look incredibly terrifying.

It all happened so fast that even when his heart was crushed, James hadn't reacted yet, staring in horror and astonishment at Victor who was on top of him.

It wasn't until the other person pulled their hand out of his chest, still clutching a completely shattered heart in their palm, the tattered heart muscle still twitching instinctively, that James reacted. Pain and fear surged up at the same time. He tried to struggle to say something, but apart from desperate whimpers, no sound came out of his throat. His eyes rolled back, and he died completely.

Logan had seen too much gore to care about the scene, so he was unmoved by it. Looking at the corpse, he couldn't help but shake his head. "If you had just played dead, we might not have bothered with you. Why did you have to show off?"

Clarice, standing at the doorway, was clearly still unable to accept the situation. Her face turned deathly pale with fright, and she instinctively took a step back.

Logan felt somewhat helpless, but he knew this wasn't the time for psychological counseling, so he could only continue looking out the window.

The outer encirclement was completely complete, with a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents guarding every entrance and exit. Anyone who even considered breaking out would be instantly shot dead by Jiroki.

Logan frowned as he looked at the encirclement.

He's alright; his healing factor has almost fully recovered, and ordinary bullets can hardly harm him.

As for Victor, he's alright. Although he's old and his healing factor has declined, he can still escape through a hail of bullets.

The only problem is Clarice; any bullet could easily kill the little girl, and Logan and the others can't just stand by and do nothing about her...

At that moment, Troum, standing at the front of the encirclement, took out a megaphone and shouted, "Logan Howlett, I know you're in there. Stop hiding, come out and surrender! I'll give you one minute to consider. If I don't get the answer you want after one minute, we'll launch a physical assault! I bet you don't want this manor, and your last remaining memories, to be completely destroyed by bullets!"

His voice, amplified, carried clearly throughout the villa.

Logan snorted and hid behind the curtains, quietly extending his pistol.

bang bang bang! ! !

Three shots were fired, and the precise marksmanship instantly blown the heads off several special forces members in front. The whistling bullets almost sliced ​​off half of these members' heads, and hot blood spurted out like pillars of blood.

"Damn it!"

The gunshot startled Rumlow, who quickly retreated behind his teammates holding riot shields, and shouted menacingly, "Left window, quick, fire!"

In an instant, all the special forces members pointed their guns at Logan's location and decisively pulled the triggers.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted as more than a dozen rifles simultaneously spat fire, bullets raining down on the villa like raindrops, the smell of burning gunpowder filling the entire estate.

"Get down on your feet!"

Logan nimbly moved through the villa, constantly dodging bullets while occasionally seizing an opportunity to raise his pistol and pull the trigger, thus performing a craniotomy on a member of the task force.

But this task force seemed to have been brainwashed; they showed no fear whatsoever at the fall of their comrades, and instead became even more enraged, firing at the villa.

bang bang bang! ! !

The dense barrage of bullets was like a torrential downpour with great penetrating power. Under the onslaught of bullets, the walls of the villa were soon riddled with holes, and dust and debris flew everywhere.

Logan darted and weaved through the dust and fog, retaliating mercilessly with each precise shot. With every shot fired, a member of the advance team fell to the ground.

At the same time, Langlom's expression grew increasingly cold as he watched his men fall one after another. He shouted, "Find cover! Take cover!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the advance team members moved swiftly as if they were machines receiving orders, either hiding behind the vehicles or beside the livestock pens, but their fingers were always on the triggers, ready to fire at any moment.

The gunshots that had been fired finally stopped at that moment, and the noisy farm instantly returned to calm.

"It's stopped?"

Logan, who was hiding in the corner reloading, heard the gunfire stop and was finally able to catch his breath.

But he also understood that these guys from S.H.I.E.L.D. would never give up so easily, and as time went on, their situation would only become more and more critical.

If we wait for more support from S.H.I.E.L.D., all sorts of heavy weapons will appear, and maybe even anti-tank rockets will appear. Just one rocket could destroy the entire villa!

Moreover, there are many people around now, and everyone might be carrying a camera similar to a law enforcement recorder. He simply cannot use thermal vision under these circumstances, otherwise the news of his awakening of a new skill would definitely be leaked.

As for Annihilation, it's even more impossible for him to use it. The side effects of that ability are too great. Once he uses it, he will need at least a day to recover, and even escaping will become a problem.

He now needs to conserve his energy to deal with the other support from S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Logan couldn't help but look into the room.

Victor was still under the effects of the drug, lying on the ground with a ferocious expression, clutching his head. He was too weak to fight, and even running was difficult.

As for Clarice, she had already fallen down after Logan's shout and was not seriously injured, except for a minor scratch on her arm from a piece of wood that had been hit by a bullet.

After the gunfire stopped, the girl slowly raised her head, shook off the dust, and, after confirming that it was temporarily safe, carefully crawled towards Logan.

"Don't come any closer, it's better to find somewhere else!"

Logan, huddled in the corner, waved anxiously to the girl. He knew that the S.H.I.E.L.D. guys could launch a second, more ferocious barrage at any moment, and Clarice would be in grave danger if she got any closer.

However, Clarice took a few more steps forward before looking up at Logan and saying, "I can try to get us to the barn."

As she spoke, she pointed in the direction where Logan had previously hidden the pickup truck.

Logan paused, then frowned and asked, "Really?"

He knew that the girl's ability had only recently awakened and that she still lacked control over it. Precisely determining the teleportation distance was clearly not a simple task for her.

If they are teleported to the wrong place, they will be met with a barrage of bullets.

"I can give it a try."

Clarice obviously couldn't guarantee that either.

Hearing this, Logan frowned, but after glancing at the dense encirclement outside, he could only nod and say, "Let's give it a try!"

Now, they clearly have no other choice but to trust Clarice.

Clarice nodded, stood up and hid behind a wardrobe. Then she took a deep breath, her eyes gradually becoming serious, and a purple light continuously bloomed in her eyes.

She clenched her teeth and stretched her arms out in front of her as if trying to tear open the space in front of her.

hum! ! !

A slight ripple suddenly emanated from the space in front of her. The previously normal space gradually rippled under her pull, and the next moment, a crack slowly appeared.

As the girl strained with both hands, the crack widened, eventually forming a pale blue portal, with their large pickup truck directly opposite it!

Having done all this, Clarice was clearly exhausted. Her face was contorted with rage, and she could only grit her teeth and keep the portal running. She waved to Logan, signaling them to hurry up and go inside.

"Walk!"

Seeing this, Logan quickly put away his pistol, picked up Victor from the ground, carried him on his shoulder, and pulled Clarice along with one hand as they entered the portal.

With just one step, the three of them crossed from inside the villa into the barn.

The portal behind her vanished, and Clarice gasped for breath, her face deathly pale.

"Get on the bus!"

Logan pushed her to the back door, opened the passenger door, threw Victor in, and then quickly ran to the driver's seat to start the car.

Meanwhile, Rumlow outside the villa was staring intently out the window, silently urging reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a subordinate ran up behind him and shouted, "Signs of spatial fluctuations detected!"

In order to deal with mutants, their task force has put a lot of effort into its equipment, including all kinds of detection instruments, such as infrared scanners to detect cloaked units, space detectors to explore space, and even friend-or-foe identification devices to distinguish mutants with shapeshifting abilities.

Just now, the member carrying the space probe sensed obvious signs of spatial fluctuations.

Rorum was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized, "Damn it, they have space-type mutants too!"

"Watch your surroundings! We can't let them escape!"

Rorum gave the order loudly, while his eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find Logan and his men.

boom!

Just then, a violent explosion suddenly came from the barn in the distance. The wooden barn door was instantly smashed open, tumbled several times in the air, and then crashed heavily into the farmland.

A large pickup truck sped out of the barn, its engine roaring like the low growl of a tiger, crushing rice paddies as it raced across the open fields.

"Damn it, get in the car, let's chase them!"

Langlom gave the order loudly, and at the same time he quickly climbed into the passenger seat of a car.

Upon hearing this, all the task force members put away their weapons and rushed towards the car.

Dozens of SUVs started up simultaneously, turned around, and sped off in the direction Logan and his group were heading.

A dozen or so black SUVs, like hyenas locking onto their prey, charged at it in packs.

Logan kept glancing at the rearview mirror, his expression growing increasingly grave. He cursed, "Damn it, when are these damn bastards going to stop chasing us?!"

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vehicles are specially modified, and their engines are state-of-the-art. Although their large pickup truck is powerful, it is no match for them in terms of speed!

As the distance between them drew closer, Logan grew increasingly agitated.

"Cough cough cough!"

At that moment, Victor, in the passenger seat, suddenly coughed violently.

As time passed, the effects of the drug in his body gradually dissipated, and the remaining drug power could not suppress the repair of the self-healing factors. All the self-healing factors began to fight back against the drug and repair Victor's condition at the same time, and his mind gradually cleared up.

"How are you?"

Logan, controlling the car, turned to Victor and asked him a concerned question.

"Much better."

Victor patted his still somewhat dazed head and said coldly, "That damned bastard, the drug he used was pretty potent!"

Seeing this, Logan stopped worrying about his health and tossed him a gun. "If you still have the strength to shoot, then hurry up and slow down those bastards!"

Victor picked up his pistol, cocked it skillfully, and snorted, "I'll have inexhaustible energy until I've killed them all!"

After saying that, he gripped the handle with one hand, leaned half his body out of the car, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at the pursuers behind him.

Boom! !

Two shots were fired, but due to the car's excessive speed and Victor's still-unconscious state of mind, both shots missed their mark.

"Hey, aim well, we don't have many bullets left!"

Logan glanced in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but complain.

"What's the rush? I'm just testing the gun!"

Victor muttered something, then carefully aimed and fired.

Bang bang bang! !

As his feel for the game returned, his marksmanship gradually improved, and he frequently hit the windows of the car behind him. However, since the windows were made of bulletproof glass, the bullets could not penetrate them directly, leaving only a row of cracks on the windows.

But Victor's marksmanship was no joke; he fired a barrage of bullets, all of which hit the center of the crack.

boom!

All the bullets landed at the same spot, successfully penetrating the bulletproof glass, and the driver in the car was instantly blown apart by the bullets.

At extreme speeds, the vehicle suddenly lost control, overturned instantly, and rolled violently on the road.

boom!!

The fuel tank ruptured, and sparks from the vehicle's rollover ignited it, causing a violent explosion that sent flames soaring into the sky.

Seeing this, the other vehicles behind could only swerve to avoid being affected by the explosion.

"Well done!"

Logan looked at the scene in the rearview mirror and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he stepped on the gas and quickly escaped.

boom!

Suddenly, an SUV rushed out of the bushes on the side and crashed hard into the pickup truck.

The immense force flipped the pickup truck over. Logan felt a dizzying sensation before landing heavily on the ground, covered in shards of glass. The vehicle overturned, and the basket was severely deformed.

"Damn it!"

Logan struggled to pat his head, climbed out of the broken car window, and then hurriedly checked on Clarice's injuries in the back seat.

Fortunately, the girl was not injured; she only suffered minor cuts and a little blood from the broken glass.

Victor, on the other side, also climbed out of the car while cursing.

"That damn bastard, he always resorts to sneak attacks!"

He stood up, shook off the shards of glass covering him, and glared fiercely at what was in front of him.

A group of people rushed off the convoy and surrounded Logan and his companions.

"Wolverine, seeing you is harder than climbing to heaven. I've traveled all the way from Santa Fe to Canada."

Roram walked in the middle of the group, staring at Logan with a gloomy expression.

"Hmph, your dog noses are as sharp as ever!"

Logan spat in disgust, shielding Clarice behind him, his steel claws slowly emerging from between his fingers, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"What, you're still not planning to surrender? Do you think you can still escape?"

Rumlow also raised his rifle and aimed it at Logan's head.

"Let me tell you, no one can escape S.H.I.E.L.D. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, we'll still bring you back! As long as you come back with us obediently, I guarantee you'll be fine. But if you resist, do you think the child you're protecting is as fearless as you are of bullets?"

Rumlow paused, then chuckled again. "Oh, right, I remember you also had Professor X and that albino with you, where are they?"

Logan's expression was cold, his fists clenched, and he stared intently at Langlom.

"It's okay if you don't tell us. We'll find him. If you continue to resist, I can't guarantee that my angry men will do anything drastic to retaliate after we find him. But if you surrender obediently, I will make sure they are safe and sound, and at least let them meet you in prison with all their limbs intact."

Langlom squinted, his voice full of mockery.

Logan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. He never expected that these people would be so shameless, even using the professor as a bargaining chip!

Anger relentlessly assaulted Logan's mind, his eyes blazing red, his gaze almost piercing through the air!

"Rumlow, that's enough!"

Suddenly, a figure slowly emerged from the woods.

Everyone was taken aback and quickly turned to look.

A tall, imposing figure slowly approached, his robust physique accentuated by a red and blue bodysuit, and the round shield in his hand reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"team leader?"

Rumlow frowned, staring in astonishment at Steve as he slowly approached.

(End of this chapter)