American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 51 049: I want to change my life

Outside the abandoned factory that had been in disrepair for a long time, the desert wind howled by, bringing up thick dust and mist, covering the corpses covered with steel bars, and the blood dried in the sun. Everything was rendered extremely bloody and terrifying, and the smell of blood filled the air. , irritating the nasal cavity.

Behind the shadow of the big pickup truck, Logan Howlett sat on the ground, with yellow sand scratching his vicissitudes of face. He wiped his stubble, his eyes bloodshot, wiped the steel claws with a rag, and then clenched his fists , frowned, and slowly put the steel blade into his skin.

"Most of the things in the living room were damaged. Fortunately, the refrigerator is still good."

Rojo walked out of the factory with his luggage and handed Uncle Wolf a bottle of cold beer, "Find the last two bottles of beer in the refrigerator."

"Thanks."

Logan Howlett took it and applied it to the bruises on his face. Under the sufficient sunlight, his face looked a little white.

"You're welcome, this beer is yours."

Rojo opened the bottle cap and touched Uncle Wolf's wine bottle.

It is undoubtedly a pleasure to drink a sip of cold beer on a hot noon.

"You know what I'm referring to. If you hadn't arrived in time, I can't imagine what would have happened."

Logan Howley took a long breath, looked at the boy and said, "You helped me again."

"We can say thank you later. We have to find a place for you to rest first, and then we can consider other issues."

Rojo could feel that Uncle Wolf was very weak now. No matter how hard he held on, the blood-stained suit was enough to explain everything.

"No, Lorna has already helped me take out the shrapnel. They will heal on their own."

As Logan Howlett said, he seemed to find the blood on his body too annoying, so he took off his dirty suit jacket, then took off his shirt, and put on a set of clean clothes.

"There's no need to discuss it. You need to rest. Even if you're in a hurry, you have to buy some antibiotics first."

Rojo shook his head and refused. He had not forgotten the scene just now when Lorna helped Uncle Wolf take out the bullet casings. There were more than a dozen hideous bloody holes in the back, and the bullets were taken out one by one. Fortunately, the wounds healed in a short time and stopped the bleeding. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

For the elderly Uncle Wolf, he couldn't bear those injuries again in a short period of time, so it was best to find a place to rest first, and then find some antibiotics to help the wounds heal.

"I am very healthy."

Logan Howlett was still about to say something. The young man had already stood up and headed to the factory. He wanted to get up and go with him, but the pain in his body made him give up the idea and shut his mouth.

Whoosh!

There was the sound of cutting off an object from the right. Logan Howlett turned his head and looked. In the open space not far away, a thin figure was squatting on the ground using steel claws to peel the apple in his hand. However, his strength was too much to control. Oh no, it split into two halves and fell to the ground.

Laura Kinney frowned, picked it up, wiped the dirt on it, and planned to eat it together with the skin and flesh.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Logan Howlett spoke and waved, "Bring it here and I'll teach you."

Laura Kinney glanced at him warily, took a big bite of a piece of apple meat, swallowed it hard, and trotted into the factory.

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Logan Howlett took a sip of beer awkwardly.

"Does she look like you when you were a child?"

Professor Charles came out in a wheelchair and asked with a smile.

"I've never been as rude as her before."

Logan shook his head.

"Do you remember what you said when we first met?"

Professor Charles recalled, asking and answering himself: "Eric and I found you in a tavern. We just said hello, and you told us to get out."

"It was different that time. I retreated."

Logan Howlett couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the past, and asked: "Actually, I'm very curious, why did you just leave at that time? When others came to me, they would stay and give some advice." "Our plan is the same, But if I had said any more at that time, I might have fallen to the ground.”

Professor Charles pointed to his temple and said.

"It seems I didn't say anything wrong at that time. You are indeed quite an asshole."

Logan Howlett said, seeing Laura running out of the factory again, he couldn't help but ask: "How do you know her identity?"

"Most of the time, I spent alone in the water tower. You were going to drive the car, and Caliban was in front of the monitor every day. I had no choice but to make friends with others, and then I discovered a spiritual world that is very similar to yours. .”

Professor Charles said: "You should know that your mind is special, and Laura is the same, and her heart is similar to the first time I met you, chaotic, sad, scared, and insecure."

"So, you think she's mine."

Logan Howlett was speechless. Decades ago, he had fantasized about having a child, a wife, and a family. But now in this cruel environment, he could barely survive. Suffer, let alone, leave Laura in his own care.

"You can't deny this, Logan. I hope you can make changes for her, and it should be for this ethnic group."

Professor Charles glanced at Laura, who was helping to pack her luggage in the factory. His eyes were full of love. That was the new life of the mutant race.

Logan Howlett lowered his head and remained silent. No one could see his expression, and the professor did not pry into his mind. Sometimes, when it comes to how to do something or how to decide, you can only follow your own heart.

"Let me out of here!"

Suddenly, in the factory, Caliban was wearing black sunglasses and a sun-protective coat, covering himself tightly, and ran out with his suitcase.

"Lorna, stop him."

As soon as Rojo finished speaking, a bent steel bar wrapped around Caliban's ankle and pulled him to the ground.

"what happened?"

Logan Howlett helped the pickup stand up and quickly walked towards Caliban.

"He just wanted to leave alone through the back door."

Rojo explained.

"Boy, America is a free country. I can go wherever I want, and you can't stop me!"

Caliban touched his face, which hurt from the fall, and felt indignant.

"Sorry, I can't let you die."

Luo Huo explained in a deep voice.

"Caliban, he is telling the truth. If you leave, it will do no good to anyone, including yourself. Those guys will not let you go so easily."

Logan Howlett said, helping to pull apart the bent steel bars.

"Logan, I've helped you for so many years, can't you let me go now? Just treat me as a helper. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in an iron can on the sea with you."

Caliban dusted off the dust on his body, pointed at his chest, and shouted loudly: "I have been a black marketeer for half my life, and my life has been useless enough. I can't continue to live like this! Even if it means death!"

Logan Howlett was silent for a few seconds and said slightly hoarsely: "Who said I was going to spend the rest of my life at sea?"

"Uncle Wolf?"

Rojo suspected that he heard wrongly, "Have you changed your mind?"

"Ah."

Under the gaze of several people, Logan Howlett nodded, "I want to change my life."

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