A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 120 The War Begins

Hulk's Land, Logan Mansion.

The dim light shines in from the window and shines on the scratched and mottled long wooden table, and the fine dust particles appear erratic in it.

Logan walked towards the dining table quietly, his expression was flat and he didn't show much emotion.

The horrific wounds left on his body when the Hulk Gang came last time have completely disappeared.
Unexpectedly, when I got up in the morning, I stepped on the wooden board under my feet and collapsed, and there was some money hidden in it from nowhere. It was really strange.

But it's not a bad thing, it's not a bad thing. It will take some time to get the money from selling the pigs. This windfall can just fill the rent vacancy, and the family can live a peaceful life again.

Thinking about it, he flipped the lid on the plate and took it out. Inside was a sumptuous meal full of aroma. This was his carefully prepared dinner.

And not only does it provide peace of mind, the remaining money is enough to make the family's life better.

The daughter and wife came over hearing the sound, their faces filled with happy smiles, for them this moment was the best time in the world.

However, Logan frowned slightly, Scott, his eldest son, did not appear at the table.

Damn it, it's all the game console Barton brought.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and then yelled across the room, "Come out to eat! Don't make me call you a second time, Scott!"

"coming--"

Scott responded in a long tone, with a hint of laziness and impatience in his voice. He seemed to be enjoying his time and had no intention of leaving the room in a hurry.

After waiting for half a minute, but there was still no sign of anyone, Logan simply walked over and pushed open the door of Scott's room. The kid was engrossed in playing the game, completely unaware of his father's arrival.

"Scott, dinner is ready." The old man standing at the door reminded him, with a slight warning in his words.

"Okay, Dad, I get it."

Scott grunted, shook his head slightly, and followed his father to the dinner table.

Seeing that his son was still obedient and not completely rebellious, Logan also heaved a sigh of relief, pulled out his chair, sat down, picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of hot soup and put it in his mouth.

Logan's little daughter sat at the dining table, holding a piece of bread in one hand and flipping through a battered comic book with curled pages in the other.

She ate the bread in small bites, and at the same time moved her eyes quickly across the pages of the book. It seemed that the stories in the comics interested her very much.

I accidentally glanced at the comic book placed in front of my daughter. From Logan's perspective, I could only see the small introductory text on the back of the comic book, which seemed to mention the names of some superheroes.

This caused a subtle emotion to surge up in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Where did you get this book?"

"Borrowed from my friend Betsy." Xiaoyu replied without raising her head, her mouth was full of bread and her voice sounded a little fuzzy.

After gulping and swallowing, she blinked and looked at her somewhat embarrassed father, "Becky's mother said, before the bad guys took power, you were also a superhero, and you were still in some team. Is it true?"

"." The old man lowered his head silently, making it hard to see his expression. He finally spoke out after a long time, "Go back and tell Becky her mother that she is just talking nonsense. There is no such thing in the world."

Seeing her father's displeasure and her mother's reproachful look, the little girl shrank her neck knowing that she had said something wrong, closed the comic book and began to focus on the food in front of her.

"buzz buzz buzz"

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound outside, and something was falling.

Logan immediately raised his head alertly, his eyes sharpening. He had heard this voice countless times over the years and there was no mistaking it.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became tense instantly. Marlene held her hand tightly, her little daughter stopped flipping through the comic book, and Scott also stopped with a solemn look on his face.

"Stay here and don't go out." Logan ordered hurriedly, without caring about anything else. He stood up quickly, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, the strong wind immediately hit his face, and the howling wind almost swallowed everything.Logan stabilized his figure, felt the power of the wind, and stared firmly ahead.

Just a dozen meters away, the Fantastic Four's aircraft had landed on the ground.

Several green-skinned people jumped out of the aircraft, all of them tall and fierce.

They approached Logan giggling, as if celebrating an upcoming party, their laughter ringing harshly around the silent cabin.

Each of those green-skinned bastards was more than two meters tall, with strong muscles and an aura of wildness and violence. They kept squeezing their hands and making weird noises as they walked towards them.

"Didn't I pay the rent a few days ago?" Logan's voice had a hint of indifference. He squinted his eyes and took a few steps forward, deliberately using himself to separate the Hulk Gang members from the cabin behind him. open.

"Yes."

One of the fat-headed green-skinned men walked to the front of the line as he spoke. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed for several days, and it was tangled and emitting a bad smell.

Looking at the pimples, rough pores and oil spots all over his face, it creates a rather uncomfortable picture.

The ugly thing just walked up to Logan with a grin, and grinned, revealing a set of crooked yellow teeth.

"But we were thinking, since you've been late for a few days and haven't paid yet, do we need to pay more interest?" He stretched out a stubby finger and poked Logan's chest hard.

The latter opened his mouth and was a little dumbfounded. These green-skinned monsters were obviously here to cause trouble, and they didn't care about the interest at all.

"Tell me, old man, where's the interest?!" Seeing that Logan didn't speak, the fat green man roared even more arrogantly, spewing out all the saliva. The feeling of oppressing the hero of the past was really great.

No wonder Papa Banner made them come and beat Wolverine every once in a while, that's kind of Papa!

"Whoosh-"

A sharp arrow flew suddenly, as fast as lightning, and pierced the fat green man's head.

The arrow penetrated his head almost instantly, entering from the left temple and exiting from the right temple. Blood and brain matter spurted out, and a terrifying line of blood spurted out.

The fat green man's eyes were wide open, his mouth was opened, but he couldn't make a sound. His body froze for a moment, then fell powerlessly, and hit the ground heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel.

The surrounding atmosphere froze instantly, and everyone froze on the spot, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

It took a few seconds for Shamat in the crowd to react, and he stuttered and screamed in astonishment: "This old thing dares to ambush the Hulk gang, it's against him!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a shout from a distant hillside: "Thunder Warrior, kill all these green skins!"

The sound shook like thunder, followed by a large group of people rushing out of the hillside, the armor they wore was shining golden in the setting sun, and their rumbling footsteps shook the ground.

(End of this chapter)