Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Let’s turn our eyes away from Cyber ​​for a while, because just after he received the "last round" of experimental injection, he was locked in the dark house. When he appears next time, it may not be the case.

And now, just as Cyber ​​is screaming painfully because of a genetic breakdown, another deep thing is happening in the deep mountain forest farm in Quebec, Canada. Yes, this is something closely related to Cyber, I can't skip it, I also don't want to miss it.

The Deep Mountain Forest Farm is almost an isolated place. With the support of Canada’s rich forestry resources, this occupation that has appeared hundreds of years ago has not been eliminated until now. Frankly speaking, there is little profit in this industry. And there is a lot of risk. Except for locals and some people who don’t have many opportunities, no one will continue to work in the lumberjacking industry for a long time.

Unless some people have to come to do this job.

"Hi, Logan, ask me to say that you should take your wife to a big city. With your beast-like body, you can definitely live a good life. Why not give it a try?"

The 40-year-old foreman sat on the felled logs, drinking local wine, and smilingly took the roughest cigar from Logan. This thing seemed to be made by him. It **** badly, but for old cigarette guns, there is nothing better than this.

"Keira doesn't like big cities very much, I don't actually like it either. It's pretty good here."

Logan smiled, this typical white man is nearly 2 meters tall, even wearing a dirty lumberjack uniform, can not conceal a rough breath on his body, and the bulging muscles, along his cheek The face is long and looks very manly, especially the eyes, even when it is peaceful, it will make people feel a little depressed...but everyone nearby knows that this fierce looking guy is a Good tempered person.

He even rescued 4 children from wild bears 3 years ago. For this reason, this guy is very popular in this generation. Anyone else will find him.

And his mantra is...

"To be a man innocent, to make money innocently."

"Okay, okay, you guys are like the people of the last era, my father's generation."

The old foreman said drunkenly, "They are also reluctant to this mountain, but unfortunately, they finally left here... Hey, who are these people? The locals can't see people wearing such good clothes."

The old foreman's words stopped Logan, who was building logs, to stop the work in his hand. His nose moved like a beast smelling a scent. A second later, there was a touch of depression and irritability on his face.

"Logan!"

A voice rang behind him, but Logan did not look back. The old foreman glanced drunkly at the two men who had gotten out of the car. He removed the bottle from his hand and looked at Logan.

"Need help? Child"

"No, no, I can handle it!"

Logan smiled at him, and then turned around, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, he threw the carpentry gloves in his hand, lit a cigar, and walked to the middle of the black windbreaker with gold wire glasses The young man, Stryker... the **** he least likes to see, and the guy behind Stryker, in a straight suit, and pretending to have a headset on his ears.

Hell, the radio waves weren't received in this place.

"There is a job for you, Captain."

Stryker opened his arms towards Logan with a kind face, like an old friend who had not seen for a long time, but Logan ignored him, rubbed his body with an axe, and threw the axe in a worn pickup. He leaned on the car and said impatiently,

"I have a job now, Stryker, and leave before I start."

"Don't do that, boy."

Stricker didn't care about Logan's coldness. He pointed to the cold young man behind him and said, "Remember him? Number zero, shouldn't you celebrate your original comrade-in-arms and old friend?" "

Logan glanced at the zero and pouted,

"My friends are few, and there is absolutely no **** in the habit of talking before shooting."

"boom"

With a weak gunshot, the left hand of No. 0 reached into the pocket of the trench coat, took out a special pistol, aimed, fired, and then retracted the pistol, the bullet accurately cut the cigar held by Logan's mouth in half There is really nothing to say about this process. Many veterans can do it, but the problem is time... This series of processes has not been spent for 1 second, which is basically the level of other people’s eyes.

Obviously, this is also not an ordinary person... Mutant, Zero, the deadly sharpshooter, Logan’s comrades more than a decade ago, a nasty, self-esteemed asshole.

"Inferior cigars, 1W8 thousand a year, live with country teachers to play kiss games, Logan, have to say, your taste is still so bad!"

Opening zero, his voice was as cold as his appearance, but while he was pretending to be handsome, Logan's eyes were already dangerous. Stricker saw the situation was not good, he waved his hand,

"Okay, go back to the car, number zero. Logan and I have something to talk about!"

In the eyes of No. 0, there was also a raging war intent, but under Stricker's stern eyes, he still turned around, and Logan jumped a ridiculous smile at this moment,

"Gee, good dog."

"what did you say?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Stricker snapped the front cover of the car. "Enough! You two! I came here today to watch you quarrel? Bastard!"

No. 0 snorted reluctantly. He turned away and stood 20 meters away, while Stricker shook his head, took a newspaper from his pocket, and patted it on Logan's hand. His tone Became unkind,

"Do you really think I'm here to get you work? I'm here to save your life! You guys who don't show affection!"

Logan glanced at Stryker suspiciously. As a veteran who fought with Stryker for more than ten years and had participated in countless wars before, he knew the nature of people like Stryker, but when he was When he unfolded the newspaper, he understood what Stryker meant.

"Bradley was killed three days ago... before him was Waynes, do you understand what I mean?"

Stryker lowered his voice, "Someone is chasing down our former team members, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. I need you, Logan. Put on the military uniform again. We have challengers. I know you don't want to be reluctant all your life. Stay in such a small place, especially you..."

The old general gave Logan a playful look, "Your wife will always be old, and you, you will not be old, you will eventually leave this place, you don't belong here, Logan, I always know you well , You are a born warrior, not a... a **** of a lumberjack!"

After seeing the news of the tragic death of his former comrades-in-arms, Logan's eyes became so fierce for a moment that Stricker thought the matter had a door, but the next moment, he put the newspaper back into Stricker In the hands of

"Do you think you know me well? Forget it, Stryker, don't be so sounding, you are afraid...but I am not afraid!"

Logan turned around to open the door and got into the broken car that was ringing after the ignition. He glanced at Stryker and took out the bad smelling cigar from his pocket again. He snorted.

"Worry about yourself, General Stryker, I can protect myself."

"Don't forget your identity! Captain!"

Stryker was lying on the window with a very serious tone, "Now your country needs you!"

"Do mutants have a country?"

Logan glanced at him, "Even your **** who uses us as a weapon can be a general in that country. Is that country really worth my hard work for it? Or that sentence... Good luck, history Trek, after you die, I will give you flowers."

"Logan! Logan! Bastard! Come back to me!"

Stricker watched Logan drive away in a broken car, he threw the newspaper in his hands angrily, he thought he could persuade Logan, but...

"Hoo... it doesn't matter, this is what you asked for!"

There was a flash of cold light on Stricker's gold-rimmed glasses. He re-entered the car and said to the driving zero, "Notify Victor... he can do it!"

Logan's wife Keira, a teacher from a local rural elementary school, a well-known beauty, after Logan returned home angrily, she hurriedly put down the things in her hand, walked up, stroked Logan's arm, softly Asked,

"What's wrong? Honey."

"Hoo... nothing."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his wife's blond hair. He held her in his arms and said softly, "We are moving, dear."

"Ok?"

Kayla grabbed his arm nervously, "Did they discover your identity?"

Yes, Kyla knew Logan’s mutant identity. Logan shook his head. He didn’t want to worry his wife too much, so he casually said, “It’s just a troublesome thing. Let’s move tomorrow. When I come back , We went to Toronto, spent several years in this small village, and we should go back to the city and stroll around."

"Well, listen to you! My Wolverine."

Kayla gently let Logan hug herself. She looked at the man with love that could not be concealed in her eyes, and Wolverine, the name of the moon in the ancient beliefs she believed in, represented her concentration. Thick, unforgettable love, but when Logan didn't pay attention, a faint blue light shone in her eyes... that's obviously not what ordinary people should have.

What is worse than falling into a trick, is that when you don’t know, you have actually entered another trick, the freedom you think, the love you think...all just disguise the clothes of the trick, the happiest time, Maybe it’s a memory buried in a lie. Unfortunately, not everyone can find this wisely.

Early the next morning, Logan got up early and went to the lumber yard to settle his wages. After Dezhi had to leave, the old foreman took Logan's hand for a dozen minutes and looked at After they had to go to Toronto, the old foreman generously calculated Logan’s salary for another month, and Logan changed hands and spent the month’s salary on the lumberjack and the small country pub that he often visited. After a glass of wine, in their blessings, they drove towards the house.

But while driving halfway, he smelled a familiar smell, and he looked out the window... There, a grisly bear head was caught on the branch, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon. , And the scratches on the trunk.

Like the claws of a real beast.

Logan's face changed greatly, and he drove the broken car to its highest speed, but when he rushed back to the house, everything was over.

Blood... everywhere, on the ground, on the walls, on the torn furniture, in the center of the bed that was completely stained with red, beautiful Keira just slept like a gentle sleep, but her abdomen was cruel The scratch made Logan's body tremble, and death had occupied the room. He finally came a step late. He failed to fulfill his promise to leave Stryker's special forces.

Another woman died for him. He seemed like a fool. He moved step by step to the bed and reached out his hand. The fingers were shaking on Keira’s already cold cheek. Tears came out of his eyes, he He gently lifted Kayla and knelt on the ground, suppressing the pain, more of the condemnation of self, the pain caused by love, the tear-like feeling surged in his heart.

This is not known for the first time... every time he wants to immerse himself in a relationship, he will encounter this kind of scourge. The world does not seem to allow an outstanding warrior to become an ordinary person, It seems to be reminding Logan in this cruel way.

Who are you...you will not belong here in the end, and your destiny is not here!

"Ah, ah..."

Logan's last tear was dripping into the blood on the ground, he hugged the body in his arms, and an unexhausted anger almost burst in his chest,

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Like the wild wolf howling, fighting, never stopping...