A white belly appears on the horizon.
The dazzling light hit the face of Logan, who was smelling of alcohol, and his closed eyes slowly opened.
The heavy drinking last night made him look a little out of sorts. He squinted his hazy eyes and stretched out his withered palms to block the dazzling sunlight.
After his eyes adjusted to the current light, he opened the door and returned to the motel.
The hotel is open 24 hours a day, but Crewe had already finished his night shift the day before yesterday, and his replacement was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.
"Open an hourly room."
Logan dropped a few dollars at the front desk, took the key from the young man, and walked to the room according to the house number on the key.
He needs a bath.
I was sweating yesterday, and my cheap suit was full of the stench of sweat and alcohol.
If you drive to pick up customers like this, your customers will complain.
In the bathroom, Logan took off his suit, revealing his tendons and the hideous scars on his body.
Some of his genes contain self-healing factors. According to common sense, no matter how severe a penetrating injury is, he can heal as before in a short time.
However, due to some irreversible reasons, the effect of the self-healing factor also fades visibly. Even if many injuries can be recovered, they will still leave scars.
Logan stood in front of the mirror, looked at the ferocious body, and turned on the radio in the toilet. At this time, the boring morning news was being broadcast.
He looked at his appearance in the mirror, then looked down at his hands.
He clenched his fist with a little force, and three openings slowly appeared between the cracks of his fist, and three steel claws that shone with cold light slowly extended from them.
However, due to his aging body, the steel claws that could normally be extended and retracted at will were only exposed and could no longer be extended this time.
Logan stared at the steel claw, without hesitation stretched out his other hand to hold it tightly, and pulled out the steel claw with force.
"hiss!"
The sharp steel claw instantly cut through the palm, and bright red blood dripped down. The stinging sensation of tearing the palm instantly awakened the somewhat confused brain.
However, he ignored it. After thinking about it, the panel appeared.
[Current physical condition]: Gradually weakening, in poor condition!
Logan looked at the content on the panel and suddenly noticed a detailed information next to this line of text.
[Your body is gradually aging, Adamantium alloy is devouring your health, and genetically modified food suppresses your X gene. ]
"Cough cough cough..."
A sudden violent cough caused Logan to retract the panel, cover his mouth and curse, "Damn it!"
Although he is a mutant, aging is inevitable.
In the past, self-healing factors in the body would slow down aging and extend lifespan indefinitely.
But after the government developed defective genes for mutants and put them into food, these genetically modified foods were spread almost all over the world.
Mutants such as Logan inevitably ingest genetically modified foods, causing the X gene in the body to be suppressed and the self-healing factor to be affected by it, and the effect is obviously gradually weakening.
Of course, he can also choose to eat only natural foods.
But the government has already suspected the mutants' thoughts and has taken precautions against them.
There have long been rumors that artificial rainwater also contains substances that suppress the X gene.
It can be said that as long as we survive in this world, we will inevitably be eroded by genetically modified substances.
In addition, the Adamantium alloy in his body that can greatly enhance his combat effectiveness is now a problem that he cannot avoid.
In the past, there was a self-healing factor, and the poison of Adamantium alloy was minimal.
But now it was different from the past. The self-healing factor gradually declined and could no longer suppress the toxins of Adamantium alloy, causing his body to gradually weaken visibly to the naked eye.
Today's morning news came out on the radio, and the host and guests started the live broadcast in the usual chatting and joking manner.
"Josh, it's a beautiful day today."
"Yes, host, the red pants won the championship yesterday. Even if it is cloudy, the sky is clear."
"Okay, today's topic is mutants."
"Mutants sound familiar, are they some new superheroes?"
"No, no, no, that is a very distant ethnic group, but there seems to be no news about them in the past ten years."
"Endangered species?"
"Good analogy, Josh, they're just like the Indians."
"I remembered the host. I seemed to have seen relevant news when I was a child. They seemed to be very dangerous."
"Of course, but the good news is that mutants are dying out, extinction will be inevitable, and this group of dangerous guys will become history."
"..."
Bang!
Logan hung up the radio decisively, his eyes full of coldness. Die?
Extinction?
Logan sighed deeply, his expression gradually becoming helpless.
Maybe the news is right, the age of mutants is over.
Under the suppression of genetically modified items, mutants can no longer have offspring.
Not only do they suppress mutants on the physical level, they also use such methods to try to completely exterminate mutants.
Logan slammed the porcelain basin on which he washed his hands, venting his self-blame.
He could have changed everything, but in the end he let everything turn into tragedy.
"cheer up!"
Logan looked up at himself in the mirror.
Although I look like an old man in the mirror who has been suffering from a long-term illness.
But under those old eyes, life was revived today.
The awakening of new abilities gave him new hope.
He is unwilling to give up!
The wound on his palm cut by the steel claw was simply bandaged. After taking a shower, Logan put on a clean cheap suit and strode out of the hotel.
At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and called a number that was not noted.
"I need to buy some medicine. See you at the same place."
Without waiting for a response, Logan hung up the phone, got in the car and started the ignition.
The professor is seriously ill and needs medicine all year round.
But now he is a wanted criminal, and it is impossible to use his identity to register and purchase.
It is even less likely that hospital prescription drugs will be sold openly to a wanted criminal.
But fortunately this is San Antonio, a place where nothing is surprising.
There are many ways to obtain medicines, and it is extremely common for a batch of medicines to be lost inexplicably every day in the hospital.
Of course, the drugs purchased this way usually far exceed the market price.
Logan doesn't make much money as an Uber driver, and most of his monthly salary goes to buying medicine for his professor.
But he had to do it.
The professor is very ill. Without the suppression of drugs, the professor's brain is like a bomb that may explode at any time.
For the sake of his professor and his safety, he could only work in the streets of San Antonio.
Especially when touching a shriveled wallet.
As for leaving the professor alone, Logan never thought about it, because the professor didn't abandon him at the beginning.
Bang!
Logan had just started the car and was about to put it into gear and leave when the passenger door suddenly opened.
A man in a black suit got in without hesitation, looked back nervously, and kept urging Logan, "Drive quickly!"
Logan glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a group of gunmen rushing towards him.
Looks like this guy got into a lot of trouble.
"Sir, I don't want to cause trouble."
Logan looked at the man in the suit and spoke calmly.
"One thousand dollars, get me out of here!"
The man stared back, his tone unquestionable.
one thousand?
Logan couldn't help but calculate the profits.
It takes an Uber driver ten days of driving to earn $1,000, excluding gas costs.
Logan was a little moved, but he still turned off the car and stretched out his hand, "Five thousand."
"Damn it!" The man looked at Logan, who was sitting on the ground raising the price, and finally nodded helplessly, "Deal."
Logan smiled and said, "Sit tight!"
The ignition was restarted and the black Chrysler quickly escaped from here.
He doesn't want to cause trouble.
But, having no money in his pocket now is his biggest trouble!