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Facing the crisis before them, Darian and Wade showed not a hint of tension on their faces; instead, they were still there engaging in banter.
Old Logan was not as carefree as them.
Watching the armed personnel swarming down from vehicles in all directions, his heart sank to the bottom.
It seemed they wouldn't be able to escape this time!
These armed men were well-trained and agile; they quickly used their vehicles to construct simple cover, raising all sorts of firearms in unison, locking onto their vehicle tightly.
Soon, a blond man walked out from among them. His right arm was a mechanical limb, filled with a cyberpunk feel akin to some cheap sci-fi movie.
His name was Donald Pierce, the leader of this mercenary team called the Raiders, and he was one of the culprits who had forced Old Logan and the others to flee all this way.
"Pierce, Raiders, these are all familiar names."
Seeing Donald's personal information, Darian couldn't help but exclaim.
Wade immediately went into roast mode, his tone full of disdain: "Logan really has regressed; even this kind of thing can be a villain in his movie. Installing a Terminator-style arm only makes him slightly better than an average person. He's not even as good as that idiot villain in my first movie whose name was Dish Soap. At least that Dish Soap was a Mutant; although his ability was a bit ridiculous, it was actually being unable to feel pain."
Donald didn't hear Wade's words. He walked to the car with an arrogant look on his face and tapped on the driver's side window with his mechanical finger.
"Old man, the chase game is over. Hand over that girl, otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do to you and the other old man."
In fact, Donald was also a Wolverine fan. He had a strange kind of admiration for Old Logan and wanted to trample this famous X-Men under his feet to prove his own strength.
This is probably what happens when you're such a big fan that you turn into a hater.
In response to Donald's provocation, Old Logan just tensed his muscles and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Darian said in surprise: "No way, Old Wolf, you can tolerate this? If it were your old temper, you would have already chopped this guy into minced meat to mix with rice."
Old Logan said nothing.
How could he not want to do that?
If he were in his prime, he wouldn't even bother to lift an eyelid at this display of force and firepower; he could easily fight his way out.
But now he was truly old; he couldn't fight anymore.
Even if the opponents were just a group of ordinary people without superpowers, this dense suppressive fire alone would be enough to tear his old bones to shreds. With his current half-dead Healing Factor, he probably wouldn't even survive the first wave of fire, let alone protect the old man and the child behind him.
Donald only then noticed two extra passengers in the car, looking surprised: "When did two more people appear? Who are you?"
Darian laughed: "I heard you're the Raiders mercenary group; what a coincidence, I also have a Loot-Looters group."
Donald: "?"
What kind of nonsense is this? Are you trying to say a tongue twister here?
But he didn't take Darian and Wade seriously.
In his knowledge and experience, Mutants in this era were no longer the 'children of the version'; with their X-Gene constantly weakened by genetically modified food, the vast majority of surviving Mutants had pitifully weak abilities, and generally, a gun could solve them.
Even if Darian and Wade were both Mutants, it would just be a matter of wasting a few more bullets; no big deal.
Old Logan, fearing that Darian would anger Donald and cause the other side to attack the car regardless, immediately got out of the car.
"They are just two passersby; they have nothing to do with our business."
Donald teased: "That's a pity. Who told them to be unlucky and get mixed up with you? However, if you obediently hand over that girl, I might consider letting them die quickly."
"I advise you to listen to him, Mr. Howlett."
A voice came from among the Raiders mercenaries behind Donald.
A man with a hairline comparable to Coulson walked out, wearing a fake smile: "In your current state, I guess it's hard for you to even extend your claws, right? If you receive a truly fatal injury, even you, I'm afraid, won't survive."
"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sander Rice. I think you should have met my father in the Weapon X project."
Old Logan's pupils shrank, and he squeezed a voice through his teeth: "It was that bunch of bastards who injected Adamantium into my body."
Unlike the development in some timelines, the Logan of this World completely involuntarily accepted that hellish Transformation experiment, nearly being brainwashed into a pure killing weapon amidst endless pain.
A later accident allowed him to break free from his restraints, and in an out-of-control rage, he killed almost everyone in the Base.
Sander nodded: "That's right, my father was one of them, and he died at your hands. It is precisely because of this that I poured all my efforts into developing genetically modified food and spreading it across the World. I want the mistake that is Mutants to completely disappear in the long river of history."
"You father and son really are the same kind of trash." Old Logan snorted coldly.
Sander didn't care about his mockery; his smile actually deepened: "Afterward, I restarted and perfected my father's Weapon X project. The girl in the car is one of the most successful test subjects. Surely you have already witnessed her abilities."
"It's just a pity that she has too many of her own ideas, just like you back then, unwilling to become an obedient weapon. To prevent the birth of another Wolverine, we must recover and destroy her."
He said these words on purpose for Logan to hear.
The goal was to kill the person and punish the heart; he wanted to make this old guy watch helplessly as Laura was taken away by them to be destroyed, experiencing that kind of helpless despair, in order to repay the debt of killing his father.
This tactic of his indeed struck at Logan's deepest pain.
But at the same time, he also completely ignited the anger of this old father.
Old Logan clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails almost digging into his palms, his teeth clattering.
He could endure the other party's mockery and malice directed at him, but he absolutely could not watch them hurt Laura!
He suppressed the urge to immediately pounce and tear the other party to shreds, suddenly turning his head to ask Darian in the car: "Is that method you mentioned convenient to use now?"
Seeing the determination in Old Logan's eyes, Darian grinned.
"Of course it is."
He flicked his finger, and a red pill the size of a longan drew an arc in the air, passing through the car window and landing precisely in Old Logan's palm.
"After swallowing it, you can completely be reborn."
[Item: Rebirth Pill (After consumption, the user's blood and bones will be replaced and renewed. The process is extremely painful; please use with caution.)]
Old Logan took the Rebirth Pill and, without a hint of hesitation, swallowed it directly.
The pill slid down his esophagus, and at first, there was nothing unusual.
However, in the very next second...
"Argh!!"
Old Logan suddenly arched his back, a groan of pain squeezed out from his throat to the extreme!
He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, every vein on his arms bulging and throbbing wildly!
Crack! Clatter—!
A dense, scalp-tingling sound of cracking and friction continued to explode from the deepest part of his body.
This wasn't a simple fracture, but his entire skeleton undergoing a violent disassembly and reorganization. A large amount of blood oozed madly from every pore, instantly soaking his tattered clothes, making him look as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, with a thick smell of blood rushing towards them.
However, this was just the beginning.
His entire back began to bulge and stretch unnaturally, emitting a subtle tearing sound, as if something was forcibly breaking free from the inside of this flesh and blood.
Immediately after, the most horrifying scene appeared.
The skin on Old Logan's back suddenly tore open a huge gap along his spine, and this gap rapidly spread across his entire body!
A complete, cold-glinting Adamantium human skeleton was actually being slowly pushed out from inside his flesh and blood body by some force, like a Cthulhu version of a cicada shedding its skin, full of weirdness that blasphemed the laws of life, making anyone who saw it lose their sanity.
"Holy Crab!!!"
Wade pressed his cheeks tightly with both hands, squishing the white eyes on his mask out of shape, a living, breathing version of the World-famous painting 'The Scream'.
Even the knowledgeable Charles was extremely shocked, almost instinctively raising his hand to cover Laura's eyes.
Laura, however, secretly spread her fingers to peek, curiously watching outside the window.
Outside the car, Donald, Sander, and all the Raiders mercenaries were frozen in place, dumbfounded.
This bloody and weird scene before them had completely exceeded the scope of their cognition.
What the hell kind of cult horror movie scene is this?
After that Adamantium skeleton completely detached from his body, Old Logan finally stopped howling, lying on the ground motionless, and the bleeding from his body gradually stopped.
"Logan, are you still alive?"
Wade crawled half his body out of the car, picked up a small twig from the ground, and used the tip to poke Old Logan's back cautiously.
There was no reaction.
He poked him again, this time on the butt.
Still no reaction.
So he got bolder, stealthily reaching towards a certain indescribable part.
Bang!!
Wade, along with the stick, was instantly sent flying, slamming heavily onto the passenger door.
Old Logan slowly retracted his fist, stood up again, and let out a long, bloody breath.
Darian poked his head out of the window: "Old Wolf, are you okay?"
"Very good, better than ever!"
Old Logan's voice was hoarse, but it carried an unprecedented sense of ease.
His originally gray and withered hair had taken on a new look, becoming jet-black and shiny.
At the same time, the wrinkles on his face gradually decreased, his skin tightened, revealing a young, angular contour. It was as if time had flowed backward for him by several decades.
He could clearly feel a vigorous vitality, almost overflowing, surging in his blood vessels. It was the long-lost vitality of his Healing Factor. All the accumulated fatigue and old hidden injuries were swept away, a surging sense of power filled his whole body, and every cell was cheering!
He had only experienced this feeling decades ago.
Old Logan couldn't help but move his body, his joints making a series of crackling sounds, like a machine that hadn't been oiled for a long time starting to run smoothly again.
He raised his right fist and extended his claws; three familiar bone claws popped out from between his fingers—these were his claws from before he had ever experienced a manicure.
At the same time, Old Logan felt an unprecedented lightness, as if he had taken off heavy armor he had been wearing for decades. His whole body felt light, and he even had the illusion that he could leap into the sky.
The Adamantium that had accompanied him for decades was gone!
Under the effect of the Rebirth Pill, Old Logan's blood and bones had all been replaced, directly resetting him to factory settings.
"What on earth is going on..."
Sander's voice was dry and hoarse. Looking at Old Logan, who had suddenly changed his appearance, he felt a sense of unease as if things were completely out of his control.
Donald was, after all, the leader of the Raiders mercenary group who had been through the mill for many years. He quickly reacted and roared: "Fire! Kill this old guy for me!"
As the order was given, the Raiders mercenaries, who were already on edge, immediately pulled their triggers.
Da da da da da da—!
A dense barrage of bullets was fired simultaneously from several directions, pouring madly towards the direction where Old Logan was standing!
Old Logan had nowhere to dodge. His whole body was instantly pumped full of countless bullets, his weight suddenly increasing by several kilograms, his body covered in bloody bullet holes.
If it had been a short while ago, this injury would have been enough to cost Old Logan his life.
But now, Old Logan had taken so many shots but didn't fall. The bullets were constantly being squeezed out of his body, and the bullet holes were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state in the blink of an eye, with not a trace of injury to be seen.
"How is that possible!?"
Donald widened his eyes, looking at all this in disbelief.
Wasn't this old guy's Healing Factor already weakened to near nothing by the genetically modified food?
"This feeling... not bad at all."
Old Logan was very satisfied with this; his trash graphics card had finally changed back to a 5090!
The next moment, his figure erupted into action, pouncing on the nearest Raiders mercenary without hesitation. That Raiders mercenary didn't even see the movement clearly; he only felt a jolt in his throat, and three bone claws had already pierced his throat, bringing out a spray of blood!
Before the corpse had even hit the ground, Logan's gaze and body had already turned to the next target, swinging his bone claws again!
"Fire! Stop him!!"
The Raiders mercenaries were terrified, firing wildly, trying to stop Old Logan.
However, Old Logan completely ignored their attacks, not even bothering to dodge. He braced himself against the dense barrage, rushing towards other Raiders mercenaries. With every swing of his bone claws, someone was bound to fall.
Throughout the whole process, he didn't have a single superfluous movement; it was all about efficiency.
Although among these Raiders mercenaries there were many cyborgs like Donald who had replaced parts of their limbs with mechanical prosthetics, that could only bully ordinary people.
Facing Logan who had recovered to his peak state, their little bit of strength was simply not worth mentioning.
In less than a moment, a dozen Raiders mercenaries were lying in pools of blood, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.
Old Logan stood in the center of the pile of corpses, his six bone claws stained with blood and flesh, like a fierce wild wolf.
He shook his hands, and blood droplets splattered.
A long-lost and exhilarating feeling washed over his entire body.
"Damn, that feels so good!"