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

Chapter 9 009: Embarrassed Hero
Santa Fe, a city with a history of 400 years, is of medium size. In the early years, this land was still a desert and was mainly based on agriculture. Slavery was prevalent here at that time, and several large families were derived from ranching. The surrounding areas The town also relied on agriculture to prosper.

Later, the failure of the Civil War led to policy changes, coupled with the development of the Industrial Revolution, accelerated the changes of the times. In just a few decades, railroads crossed the territory of the United States, and surrounding towns gradually merged and were built on the wasteland. Build a giant steel city.

Several large farmers in the past relied on the money accumulated by their ancestors to catch up with the express train of the times and invest heavily in emerging industries, allowing the family business to continue to this day.

The Sherman family was one of the big families back then. Today, they mainly focus on the logistics industry. Most of the logistics and express delivery business in Santa Fe is contracted by the Sherman family, which has absolute say. No one Can seize their market share in the city.

However, the Sherman family, which grew up in a wild land and ran a bootlegging business in their early years, inevitably had a side that was unknown to the public. At the same time, they also attracted many sworn enemies over the years.

The Greer family, whose ancestors also started out as farmers, has been Sherman's sworn enemy for hundreds of years. They were already fighting for land and business before Santa Fe was established. The Greer family even destroyed the Sherman family. bootlegging business.

Therefore, the two families have a feud that lasts for hundreds of years.

What made Sherman even more furious tonight was that the large warehouse in the North District was blown up and someone attempted to rob it. Through the information given by the informant, he learned that the behind-the-scenes instigators were the Greer family!
At this time, Mr. Sherman was sitting on the chair. He was over sixty years old, with an old face but bright eyes. He said with a cold face: "Damn Greer, I haven't had the time to care about these beasts in the past few years. To think that they actually dare to come to provoke me!"

"Boss, the Greer family doesn't do this kind of thing every day or two. I will find an opportunity to teach them a lesson."

The subordinate next to him said soothingly.

"Sir, Rojo is here."

The servant led a young man through the study and living room to the desk, then turned and left.

"Rojo Fernandez?"

Sherman straightened his face and looked carefully at the young man in front of him.

"That's my father's last name."

Rojo felt the sharp gaze of the old man and did not flinch. He raised his head and looked at the other person.

When I came to Santa Fe, I had heard about the reputation of the Sherman family. A century-old family that has even endured in recent decades requires a good leader. It is obvious that the old man in front of me is not simple.

He said simply: "Sir, what kind of job do you want to give me? Let's not beat around the bush."

"Be respectful, kid."

The subordinate next to him said displeasedly.

"It doesn't matter. I like children like this. They are strong, brave, courageous and capable. I was just like you when I was young."

Sherman waved his subordinates to shut up, flipped through a file, and said, "I saw your performance in the security room. It was very exciting. To be honest, you are stronger than any of my thugs. You know the people you kill." Who is it?"

"When you kill someone, you don't care if the knife is stained with blood."

When Rojo said this, he probably guessed that he was the sworn enemy of the Sherman family. After all, that was no longer a secret.

"These three people are all elites of the Greer family. You can easily deal with them all by yourself. This makes me impressed, even if you are a mutant."

While flipping through the documents, Sherman said: "I have always cherished talents and did not want to see a malleable talent fall. I hope you can work for the Sherman family and help escort a batch of goods."

"I'm quite experienced in delivery."

Luo Huo automatically ignored the old man's previous part of the deception. He was talking about cherishing his talent. He was just using people to say good things. "But, which batch of goods do you want me to escort?"

"Tonight the Greer family is working hard to rob a batch of goods, which is what you need to be responsible for. That batch of goods will be sent to Nevada the day after tomorrow. Don't worry, it's just some medicines."

Sherman was afraid that Rojo would disagree, so he continued: "There will be a guide to open the way for you, and no one will check you on the road. Jeril will be responsible for all problems encountered on the road, except for safety issues of course. Safety is your responsibility." .”

"Aren't you afraid that I will snatch the goods away and join the Greer family?"

Rojo said with a smile.

"you will not."

Sherman looked calm.

"I really don't know how. Tell me how much it is."

Rojo really doesn't know how to do it. Firstly, he killed a member of the Greer family, and the other party must be very angry. Secondly, he is a mutant, and his identity itself is dangerous. If he takes away this batch of goods, he will undoubtedly cause trouble for himself.

Even though the Sherman family only operates in Santa Fe, it is still easy for them to hunt down a mutant. As long as they have enough money, there will be many bounty hunters willing to take action, and officials are also willing to do it for funds. Capture a mutant.

"Ten thousand dollars."

Sherman said.

"make a deal."

Rojo didn't refuse. He could earn two months' salary by traveling to Nevada for up to two days and back.

"This is the deposit."

Sherman threw out a stack of money and said, "Do you need more manpower? You only have one guide now."

"I have a friend who might be interested, but you might have to pay him [-] U.S. dollars." Luo Huo wanted to refuse, but suddenly thought of Uncle Lang, thinking that Uncle Lang must be short of money at this stage. Looking at driving to see passengers every day, in fact, excluding the car rental fee, gas fee, the professor's medicine expenses, and the money Uncle Lang spends drinking every day, there is not much money to praise at all.

"no problem."

Sherman nodded in agreement. He knew that the mutant's friends must be mutants.

How can a freak have normal people as friends?

"See you the day after tomorrow."

Rojo didn't stay long, took the money on the table and left.

"Boss, do you think mutants will be obedient?"

The subordinate next to him was a little worried.

"It's now 2029, and mutants are no longer what they used to be. They want to hide in the sewers without being discovered."

Sherman smiled coldly, "Besides, a young mutant is coveted by many people. He doesn't dare to mess around."

On 77th Street in Santa Fe, night fell, and the nightclub business and the seductive woman at the door were as good as ever. Logan Howlett parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and planned to get some air.

He took out his glasses from his pocket, put them on unfamiliarly, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the new orders on the Uber APP on his mobile phone, "Run a few more orders and go back."

"Logan."

A familiar voice came from behind, surprising Logan.

"you again."

When Logan saw Rojo behind him, his face darkened, "I thought you wouldn't come again."

"Where can I go if I don't come here? I have no family, not even friends. No one likes to make friends with mutants."

Rojo sighed and said sadly.

"Ugh"

Logan Howlett wanted to leave directly, but remembering what the professor said last night, he took out a few US dollar bills from his bag and said, "Kid, leave this place and go to Mexico. It is safer than the United States."

"Uncle Wolf, I'm not here to ask you for money."

Rojo was a little surprised and said, "I have something that I hope you can join me in."

"I'm done with the superhero stuff. Now it's just Logan, no Wolverine."

When Logan Howlett heard about the help, he refused directly.

"It's not about supporting justice, it's about making money and doing business."

As Rojo spoke, he wrote a note with a number on it and stuffed it directly into Uncle Lang's arms, saying, "I'll make $[-] in two days. If you have any ideas, call me."

After saying that, he left quickly without giving Uncle Wolf a chance to react.

"Hey"

Logan Howlett raised his head and found that the boy was gone.

He looked down at the note in his hand, turned around and threw it into the trash can next to him, and then got into the car.

Ding Dong!

A message came in.

[Caliban]: Don’t forget the professor’s medicine, the refrigerator is almost empty.

"Damn."

Logan Howlett looked at this message and frowned. He rubbed his brows irritably and took out a paper bag from under the seat.

When opened, it was filled with rolled-up hundred-dollar bills.

He unrolled the dollar bills, counted them one after another, and finally slapped the steering wheel angrily, "Fuck!"

Logan Howlett's eyes were red, he took a deep breath, got out of the car, rummaged through the previous trash can, and found the previous note.

Ignoring the looks of people around him, he sat back in the car, entered the number, and said, "Ten thousand dollars."

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