The night sky is as dark as ink, and the flashing neon lights of the nightclub illuminate this most prosperous street in the whole town in colorful colors.
There was an endless stream of vehicles on the street, and the most eye-catching one was a black Chrysler parked in front of the nightclub.
"Sir, walk slowly and remember to leave a five-star review on Uber."
Logan Howlett watched the guests walk into the nightclub, then closed the car door, smoothed down his cheap suit, got back in the car and drove away.
The car passed through the bustling neighborhoods, all the way out of the small town, and raced on the deserted road.
As the night progresses, the roads outside the city are sparsely populated and slightly deserted.
The wind that blows from time to time stirs up loess all over the ground, covering the already not clean vehicles with a layer of dust.
Ding dong!
The phone screen suddenly lit up, and a text message came in.
Caliban: The Professor is running out of medicine.
Logan drove with one hand, looked at the text message, and sighed helplessly.
"I'll find a way."
He typed his response with only one hand, his face full of physical and mental exhaustion.
The professor's medicine is almost out. Without medicine to suppress it, once he gets sick, it will be an unimaginable disaster.
Logan put down his phone and touched his pocket.
"Alas~"
The shriveled wallet made him sigh helplessly.
How long has it been since you traveled through time?
He can no longer remember it, and even his previous memories are gradually blurring as time goes by.
He only remembered that his surname was not Howlett before, but Luo, an ordinary person in China.
At that time, "Wolverine 3" was in theaters. As an X-Men fan, he also donated a ticket to this movie and witnessed the tragic life of Uncle Wolf in his twilight years in the theater.
Unexpectedly, after waking up, he traveled to the X-Men universe and became Logan Howlett.
At the beginning of time travel, Professor
Logan tried hard to prevent the tragedy from happening, but it backfired.
Even though he knew some of the events in advance and tried his best to prevent Professor X from accidentally losing control.
But in the end it couldn't be done.
Professor X lost control in Westerche, killing hundreds of people.
This incident caused a sensation across the country, and people's fear of mutants deepened to the extreme.
The government, which was already wary of mutants, took advantage of the situation to impose compulsory control on mutants, and developed genetically defective drugs to make mutants unable to reproduce, in an attempt to completely eliminate the existence of mutants.
Logan, who has traveled through time, is unable to recover. The tragedy of Uncle Wolf in his later years seems to be happening again...
Logan looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
The face that has gradually experienced vicissitudes of life is full of exhaustion, the thick beard that has no time to take care of has grown wildly like a steel needle, the hair is messy, and the temples are already a little white.
The old hands holding the steering wheel looked like tree bark.
Looking at these, Logan looked complicated.
Didi didi...
The instrument panel suddenly issued a reminder, and the fuel tank that was about to bottom out reflected a scarlet light.
"Damn it!"
Logan slammed the steering wheel irritably.
Years of running away and the deaths of family and friends around him have left him filled with anxiety and irritability, and he often becomes restless over trivial matters.
Fortunately, there are many motels in this desert. This kind of motel, restaurant, and gas station is very common in St. Anthony.
Logan has lived in Texas for many years and has long been a frequent visitor.
He drove the car to the door of a hotel with its signboard lit up, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and pushed the door open in a familiar manner.
"James, I haven't seen you for two days."
Uncle Crewe at the front desk put down the cleaned wine glass, stretched out his hand and greeted Logan with a smile.
James is another name for Logan.
After all, the name Logan Howlett has been on the wanted list for a long time.
As a desperado who needs to remain anonymous, it is obviously inappropriate to make his real name public.
"Having not seen me for two days has made you horny?"
Logan threw the car keys to the clerk aside and asked him to refuel his car. He sat down in front of the stage and said, "Same as usual, a bottle of wine."
There were too many troubles in life, so he often had to use alcohol to numb those messy worries in his heart.
Drinking gradually became an indispensable spiritual pillar in his life.
"Drunk driving is not a good thing."
Crewe laughed and teased, but still turned around and took out a bottle of wine from the wine rack and handed it over.
Logan took the drink and was not in a hurry to drink it. The drink spokesperson on the bottle caught his attention.
The blue, red, and white tight-fitting suit perfectly outlines the muscle lines on the spokesman's body. He is dragging a vibranium buckler in one hand and holding a bottle of wine in the other, with a smile on his face.
"New spokesperson, Captain America."
Crewe followed Logan's gaze and reminded him with a chuckle.
"I thought he would be an ambassador for Prohibition."
Logan bit open the wine bottle and responded with a sneer, the aroma of the wine filling his nose.
It was only after a long time that Logan realized that the universe he was in was slightly different from the X-Men universe he had seen in the movie.
This is not a pure new timeline of the X-Men, but a merged timeline with the existence of the Avengers at the same time.
It's 2012, which is when the Avengers are rising. Unfortunately, the Avengers did not exist during the glory days of the X-Men, so there was no intersection between the two sides.
But the funny thing is that people only know the Avengers. The streets and alleys are full of Avengers posters and news programs.
But no one knows that the X-Men have also shed blood for this country and this land, and even to save the world.
Under the government's deliberate exaggeration, the mutants in people's minds have gradually become a group of unstable factors that endanger social security.
"It's hard to say. Captain Rogers is a soldier. As you know, at that time, alcohol was an indispensable commodity on the battlefield."
Kru explained with a shrug.
Captain America is a product of World War II. During that era, alcohol became the only choice for soldiers to charge without fear and selflessness.
Logan didn't say anything. Look, people only know Captain America, but they don't know that Wolverine withstood the atomic bombing in World War II.
He shook his head and sighed, then poured a large gulp of wine into his mouth.
The hot liquor slid down his throat, as if the fatigue of the day had disappeared. The alcohol rushing into his mind slightly awakened this exhausted body.
After a while, most of the bottle of wine was gone.
Bang--
A gunshot sounded suddenly, and the harsh sound was particularly loud in this silent wilderness.
"grass!"
Crewe was startled, and the wine glass he was wiping fell on the bar, but he had no time to pay attention to it and looked up sharply at the door.
"Damn, what's going on!"
Logan suddenly remembered that his car was still outside and the gas clerk hadn't returned yet.
He suddenly felt something bad and quickly turned around and went out to check.
San Antonio is not a nice place.
Countless immigrants and immigrants come to Texas every year, and many of them choose San Antonio.
These guys with no identity and no jobs have turned the whole of San Antonio into chaos, and the idiot police officers who just take taxpayers' money are not very competent, which makes criminals unscrupulous and crime extremely rampant.
Robbery with guns at night has almost become one of the few means of survival for Lao Mo and the hungry stowaways.
It is nothing new to see a few more unclaimed bodies outside the wilderness every day.
"Boy, hand over the keys, hurry up!"
Five men surrounded the black Chrysler, and its black skin almost blended into the wilderness.
One of them held a steaming pistol in his hand, pointed it at the terrified clerk, and threatened him to hand over the keys.
"Hey, man, that Chrysler can't seat five people, and it's worthless."
Logan cursed as he walked out the door and strode forward.
Crewe, who was following closely behind, looked panicked and reminded: "James, be careful!"
He knew that these old men were all desperadoes and often did such shady things in this wilderness. Many people had even died under their guns. They were a group of thugs who killed without blinking an eye.
"Old man, does this car belong to you?"
The veterans turned their attention to Logan.
The man holding the gun pointed the gun at Logan without hesitation, his eyes full of contempt.
Obviously, they didn't pay attention to this old man who looked to be over fifty and still smelled of alcohol.
"certainly."
Logan's eyes were a little confused, and alcohol took over his mind at an untimely time, but fortunately he was still conscious.
He reached into his pocket and took out five hundred dollars and handed it out, "Take them and leave. No one will call the police here and no one will be hurt."
Years of being on the run have washed away a lot of the violence in his heart, and he doesn't want to cause trouble at this juncture.
The old Mo's eyes brightened even more when they saw the money.
But it was obvious that their greed did not stop there. Old Mo, who was holding the gun, even said with a smile: "Old man, if I kill you, the car and the money will be ours."
They committed many crimes, and at least seven or eight people died in their hands. They didn't mind taking more lives in their hands.
Besides, the police didn't even bother to investigate the corpses of many old men in the wilderness.
The reaction of the veterans immediately made Crewe's heart tense, "James!"
As soon as his voice fell, a gunshot sounded instantly.
Bang!
The harsh sound echoed continuously in this wilderness.
Old Mo, who was holding the gun, had already pulled the trigger wildly, his expression still joking, and the life of an old man obviously didn't matter.
"Oh shit!"
Logan cursed, his body reacted almost subconsciously and twisted his head to the left.
The whistling bullets were filled with scalding heat, almost grazing their ears, and hit the wall of the hotel behind them hard, leaving behind steaming black bullet holes.
For a moment, the surroundings were completely silent, and everyone stared at Logan in stunned silence.
The veterans looked at Logan, who was turning his head, and then at the pistol with the steaming muzzle in his hand, and felt as if their heads were exploding.
He dodged a bullet!
The original confidence gradually dissipated. Looking at the increasingly angry Logan, inexplicable fear grew in the hearts of the five of them.
Crewe also had a look of astonishment on his face, staring at Logan's back in disbelief.
He always thought that James was an alcoholic chauffeur.
But now, this guy's identity is obviously not simple!
"Since you don't want to have a good talk, let's find another way!"
Logan's eyes were gloomy, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and three small holes gradually opened between his finger bones, as if something was about to come out.