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

Chapter 94 Professor X loses control, a surge of emotions kills the professor.

As night fell, Logan and Victor slowly walked back to the farm.

By this time, the sheep had been driven back into the sheepfold thanks to everyone's efforts, and people were assigned to guard the area to prevent any more sheep thieves from appearing.

"How are you? Are you alright? Did you catch that guy?"

On the farm, Marcos saw the two return and hurried over to greet them.

After dealing with the escaped sheep, he and Lorna waited there, wanting to go out of the farm to help, but they didn't know which direction to go, so they could only wait anxiously.

Seeing the two return safely, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly went forward to inquire.

"fine."

Logan shook his head to reassure the others, then said helplessly, "That guy got away. He has companions to support him, and they are all quite strong. In addition, the forest environment is complex, so we can only give up the pursuit for the time being."

"Is it really a vampire?"

Lorna leaned closer, looking worried, and asked.

"no."

Logan shook his head again, thought for a moment, but didn't know how to explain, "The situation is a bit complicated, and we can't determine their identities yet."

As he spoke, he recalled the strange man's words and then added, "Judging from their appearance, those guys seem like savages, about two meters tall, they can talk, and they sound like they know McCa."

Those strange men not only knew they were from McCain's village, but one of them also seemed to harbor quite a grudge against McCain.

Victor, recalling the strange man's words, pondered for a moment and then asked Marcus and the others, "Has Maika offended anyone?"

Of those three oddballs, at least one had a conflict with McCain.

Marcus and John pondered for a moment, reflecting on their experiences since meeting McCain.

After a short while, Marcus pondered and said, "As far as I know, apart from the SWAT team, S.H.I.E.L.D., and some official organizations, he hasn't offended any people or groups. After all, he just wants to run the shelter and the farm well."

John added, "And this is clearly not an official operation. If they knew we were here, they wouldn't have just attacked a few sheep."

Logan listened to their conversation, hesitant to speak, but after a moment's thought, he ultimately said nothing more. He simply let out a helpless sigh and said in a deep voice, "We'll have to discuss the specifics when McCa returns."

After saying that, he glanced at the sheepfold, then turned to Marcos and said, "You guys take care of things at the sheepfold. Those weirdos shouldn't be coming back anytime soon."

After this incident, the weirdos should stay away from the farm.

Of course, appropriate precautions should also be taken.

Don't worry.

Marcos chuckled and patted his chest. "You must be tired tonight. Go back and get some rest. Leave things here to us."

Logan nodded, said nothing more, and followed Victor home.

They were exhausted after a long day of classes and chasing monsters at night.

When Logan got home, he found Laura there, sitting on the sofa with Caliban watching TV.

When the girl saw Logan and the others return, she happily jumped off the sofa to greet them.

Caliban chuckled and explained, "She heard you went to hunt vampires, so she came over to wait for you out of curiosity."

Logan nodded and affectionately patted Laura's head.

Children her age are very interested in mysterious events.

"Is it a vampire?"

Laura curiously raised her head, her two bright, watery eyes looking at Logan with curiosity.

What others feared and dreaded about vampires seemed to her to be something quite novel and interesting.

"no."

Logan pulled him to sit down on the sofa, shaking his head with a smile.

"Is that a savage?"

Laura sat next to him, still very curious. "I heard them say that the sheep thief was like a savage, covered in fur."

Logan smiled and nodded. "Maybe, but we don't know either, we just couldn't catch them."

"Them? Are there many?"

She had only heard that one sheep had broken into the pen and stolen sheep, but now it seems there was more than one.

"We encountered three in the woods."

Logan didn't hide anything, leaning back on the sofa and affectionately rubbing the girl's head.

Are they good?

Laura persisted in her questioning.

Logan glanced down at her. It seemed that since coming to the shelter, her personality had become much more cheerful. After interacting with the other children more, she had become more talkative and less wary of others.

"Not bad."

Logan nodded, acknowledging the abilities of those strange individuals; at least in terms of combat skills, strength, and speed, they were superior to many ordinary mutants.

"Did you win?"

Laura glanced at Victor, then at Logan.

"certainly."

Logan chuckled. "But they still managed to get away."

After saying that, Logan looked around and asked, "Where's the professor?"

"He's upstairs."

Laura pointed to the second floor and explained, "The professor has class tomorrow and needs to prepare his presentation slides."

"Um."

Logan nodded, then said, "You watch some TV by yourself for a while. I have something to discuss with the professor."

Laura nodded, her gaze returning to the television.

Logan got up, walked to the professor's room, knocked on the door, and entered.

The professor was sitting at his desk, the lamp beside him illuminating the surface. He was wearing reading glasses and constantly writing and drawing on the courseware on the desk.

Since becoming a teacher at the shelter, preparing lesson materials for the children has become his daily routine.

"Logan, is that you?"

Hearing the noise at the door, Charles took off his reading glasses, turned to Logan, and asked, "I heard you went to catch a vampire. Did you succeed?"

"no."

Logan walked to the desk and sat down, shaking his head. "Besides, they're not vampires."

"Oh?"

Charles became interested. "What's that? A new mutant?"

"I don't know."

Logan sighed helplessly. "To be honest, I wish those guys were vampires; at least we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

Vampires are not good people. If he really is a vampire, he can kill without any psychological burden.

But clearly, those guys weren't, and their appearance reminded Logan of an old friend.

"What happened?"

Charles noticed that Logan seemed to have something on his mind and looked at him curiously.

After a moment of silence, Logan hesitated before speaking, "Professor, do you remember Hank McCoy? The one from the academy."

Upon hearing the name, the professor paused, his memory seemingly stirred by the name, momentarily lost in a daze. After a while, he came to his senses and exclaimed, "How could I forget? His code name was Beast, but beneath his fierce exterior lay a wealth of knowledge and wisdom. If it weren't for the accident at the academy, I believe he would have become a very wise sage."

After a pause, Charles seemed to recall the Beast's past and continued with a smile, "His learning ability was astonishing. I never believed that a mutant who looked like a lion could have such efficient learning abilities. The wisdom in his mind was enough to amaze any wise man. I really miss the time when I discussed things with him at school."

Logan nodded. He had also had contact with Beast in the academy, and that guy was indeed an amazing mutant, at least in terms of knowledge.

"Why did you suddenly bring him up?"

The professor looked at Logan curiously, wondering why Logan would suddenly bring up this name after so many years.

After a moment of silence, Logan cautiously asked, "Professor, do you know where Hank has been all these years?"

Upon hearing this, Charles's smile instantly froze.

"Where...where did he go?"

He seemed lost in deep memories, his expression growing increasingly profound and ferocious, as if he were trapped in a past he never wanted to recall. His brows were tightly furrowed, and a terrifying energy gradually spread through his mind.

"I have no idea."

Charles suddenly clutched his head with both hands, the sharp pain making the veins on his scalp bulge. He kept slapping his head with his palms. "I can't remember. It was too chaotic at the time. Everything was a mess. I don't know anything, I can't remember anything."

"Professor, Professor, wake up! If you can't remember, then don't think about it anymore."

Seeing Charles's appearance, Logan panicked and wanted to pat the professor to wake him from his reverie.

Before he could even stand up, Charles suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, clutched his head, and his azure eyes were filled with confusion. His ferocious expression resembled that of a drowning person struggling in the water.

hum! !

A terrifying torrent suddenly erupted from the professor's head, spreading outwards continuously.

The entire house began to tremble instantly, and all the furniture and equipment shook uncontrollably.

Under a sky as black as ink, invisible waves surged outwards like a rolling flood, engulfing the entire farm.

Everything on the farm seemed to be inside a lag-filled video, constantly trembling.

Everyone was suddenly struck by a piercing buzzing sound, a buzzing sound that seemed to puncture everyone's eardrums, like waves constantly washing over the cochlea, stimulating the brain to buzz incessantly.

Under such continuous pain, everyone wanted to cover their ears.

But every muscle in their bodies was frozen in place, and they couldn't make any movement. Even the muscles in their faces couldn't move, leaving only a deep-seated fear surfacing in their eyes.

Even the air seemed to freeze completely. The suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe, coupled with the buzzing and throbbing in their heads, made everyone feel the fear of impending death.

The entire farm was plunged into a tremendous disaster.

"not good!"

Logan looked at the professor's appearance, the feeling of pain all over his body was unforgettable, and the powerful impact made his head throb with pain.

He knew that the professor had lost control again!

Logan regretted bringing up the beast with the professor. Those past memories stirred up the professor's calm heart again, making it impossible for him to suppress them!

Logan gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and staggered downstairs.

The shaking house and his aching head caused him to bump into walls several times, and he even nearly fell down the stairs.

Holding onto the handrail, I struggled down the stairs. As I passed the window, I saw that everyone outside was frozen in place. Under the powerful pressure, no one could struggle, and like a shaky photograph, afterimages appeared.

Downstairs, Laura knelt on the ground in agony. Perhaps due to her healing factor, she still had some ability to resist the impact. Looking at Logan running down from upstairs, she was filled with anguish, clutching her head, wanting to ask him what had happened.

Meanwhile, Caliban and Victor stood silently in place, their eyes filled with terror, tears streaming down their faces.

Seeing this, Logan could only grit his teeth and continue searching for tranquilizers.

Only a tranquilizer can calm the professor down.

This is what makes the professor so terrifying. The impact of his mind is not just about causing physical harm, but also about revealing the most vulnerable side of a person's heart, allowing that unforgettable, indelible pain to play out in the mind again and again, striking directly at the heart of the person's soul.

Even though Logan could keep his eyes on the high pressure and barely move, the past flashing through his mind was tearing his heart apart with every scene.

Without the sedative to restrain it, the professor's impact would continue to wash over the entire farm, eventually causing everyone to die in agony. The entire farm would be completely destroyed by this powerful impact, and more than a hundred people would perish in this catastrophe.

To everyone, the out-of-control professor was like a giant bomb with a lit fuse; unless the fuse was stopped, the entire farm would be destroyed!

Logan was thankful that he was on the farm that night and could find a tranquilizer for the professor; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

Finally, Logan found the sedative in the drawer, struggled to climb upstairs again, and, resisting the strong resistance, inserted the needle into the professor's arm and injected the drug.

As the medicine was injected, Charles gradually calmed down, and the shockwave dissipated.

"call……"

Logan let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

Even for him, going up and down the stairs in the face of this shockwave nearly exhausted all his physical strength.

Charles, relieved to have arrived, looked at Logan's state and belatedly realized that he had lost control. In an instant, fear filled his aged face as he covered his face and said, "I'm sorry, Logan."

He knew very well what the consequences of losing control would be, and he was terrified that he would commit another unforgivable sin.

"Professor, it's not your fault."

Logan stepped forward to comfort the professor, gently patting his shoulder.

Charles suddenly looked up, grabbed Logan's hand, and said, "If there's a next time, please kill me. I don't want to live like this. I don't want to hurt innocent people. Please."

He looked at Logan with an almost pleading expression, a look that made Logan feel incredibly sorry for him.

"There won't be a next time, Professor. Don't worry, I will always protect you."

Logan patted the professor on the shoulder, trying his best to comfort him.

Charles's eyes, however, began to glaze over as the drug took effect. "Logan, if necessary, kill me. Don't hold back. My out-of-control state will only bring disaster..."

Before he could finish speaking, Charles fell into a deep sleep due to the sedative.

Looking at the elderly professor, Logan felt a pang of inexplicable heartache.

He lifted him off the wheelchair, laid him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and looked at Charles, whose brows were still furrowed even in his sleep, Logan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"call……"

It seems that what happened back then was still a huge blow to the professor; it remains an indelible wound in his heart.

This is understandable, though, since the professor lost control and killed his beloved students, those students who were like family, because of him...

This has led to the current predicament for all mutants.

Over the years, he had taken all the responsibility upon himself and viewed death as a relief.

Logan sighed helplessly, turned off the lamp, tidied up the scattered items in the room, and then closed the door and went downstairs.

At this moment, the living room was crowded with people. Marcus, John, and others stood in the living room looking flustered, watching him come downstairs.

"Logan, what just happened?"

Marcus spoke, the impact he had just felt like he was teetering on the brink of death.

Logan sighed helplessly, "The professor has lost control. It's an old problem of his, but don't worry, it won't happen often. As long as you don't provoke him, he'll usually be fine."

Hearing Logan's words, everyone fell silent, and their gazes toward the second floor were filled with fear.

After all, the feeling just now was truly terrifying.

After a long silence, Marcus spoke up: "From now on, let's have someone stay by the professor's side. If he has another outburst and no one stops him in time, I'm worried the entire shelter will be..."

Although he didn't finish speaking, everyone understood what he meant. The professor's shock was too terrifying, and no one wanted to experience the pain they had just gone through.

Logan understood his point; after all, the professor was a ticking time bomb, and no one could guarantee that he wouldn't cause a similar situation again.

Don't worry.

Logan nodded to everyone. "I'll have Caliban keep an eye on the professor with tranquilizers at all times. This kind of situation won't happen again."

Marcos and the others nodded, saying helplessly, "Let's be more careful in the future."

After saying that, he left with John and the others.

After seeing the group off, Logan took a deep breath.

He knew that the professor's condition couldn't escalate any further, or they might be expelled from the farm for safety reasons. After all, no one wanted to sleep next to a potentially deadly bomb, rather than upholding the moral code of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

"The professor is getting old."

After the door closed, Caliban glanced upstairs and spoke with a worried expression.

"Shut up."

Logan scolded him.

"Logan, you can't deny this fact. The professor won't get younger just because you deny it. He doesn't have many years left to live."

Caliban spoke seriously to Logan, then added, "Professor, you're not a child like me. You can't reverse aging. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws that we can't change."

Logan fell silent upon hearing Caliban's words.

Caliban was telling the truth, and he understood that the professor's age was indeed unchangeable.

but……

This is the Marvel Universe. While turning back the clock might not be possible, extending one's lifespan certainly doesn't seem impossible!

Thinking about this, Logan couldn't help but sit down on the sofa and start pondering.

The easiest thing to get your hands on right now is the Super Soldier Serum.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra have been researching this for many years, although they are all incomplete versions. More than ten years later, a single injection will have an effect comparable to Captain America's.

However, the injection can indeed extend lifespan to some extent and also enhance physical fitness.

If the professor were to receive the injection now, it might reverse his aging process and even make him look younger.

Logan perked up instantly at this thought, but a problem soon followed.

The super soldier serum is extremely important to both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, and is a key project. How can we obtain it from them?

(End of this chapter)