The Lawrence family's estate is located in the most luxurious wealthy area of Santa Fe City.
The people who can live here are among the most wealthy businessmen in the entire Santa Fe City, and ordinary people cannot even set foot there.
The Lawrence family's manor is in the center of a wealthy area. From a distance, it looks like a gorgeous castle.
Under the leadership of his attendants, Logan successfully entered this luxurious manor.
There are many woods in the manor, and there are even a few ancient trees that look to be hundreds of years old.
And these woods are carefully pruned by gardeners every day. The lush woods are neat and tidy, with nothing out of the ordinary. The air here is extremely fresh. It is hard to imagine that in this place full of desert, there can be such freshness. of air.
Logan followed the attendant, adjusting his wrinkled cheap suit in a somewhat restrained manner, trying his best to not look out of place.
After all, compared to the Lawrence family manor, the abandoned factory he lives in is simply a garbage dump!
Even the uniform tuxedo worn by the attendant leading the way looked more expensive than the cheap suit he was wearing.
"Mr. James, Master Chris is waiting for you upstairs."
The attendant took Logan into a palace-like residence. The magnificent house and any seemingly simple decoration were enough to replace an ordinary person's salary for a year!
On the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, the handrails are even plated with real gold, which is extremely dazzling under the reflection of natural light.
The attendant took Logan upstairs and knocked lightly on the door outside a room, "Master Chris, Mr. James is here."
After saying that, without waiting for a response from inside, the attendant turned around and went downstairs. Before leaving, he motioned to Logan to open the door and enter.
Logan also opened the door and entered the office.
Although this is called an office, it covers an area larger than a standard basketball court. The side with good lighting is all equipped with floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can clearly see the blue sky and white clouds outside at a glance.
The office is even more carefully decorated. Any oil painting hanging on the wall can be auctioned for tens of millions of dollars of art treasures. The youngest items in the collection display cabinets can be traced back to the first industrial revolution!
On the leather sofa in the office, Chris, who was drinking tea, saw Logan and greeted him with a smile, "Logan, I'm glad you are punctual."
Logan nodded and looked at the other person sitting on the sofa opposite Chris, his face suddenly stiffened.
Chris quickly introduced with a smile, "This is my guest today, Mr. Donald Pierce. By the way, he is a die-hard Wolverine fan. You may have many things in common."
"When I was a kid, I often listened to stories about Wolverine and the X-Men. It can be said that I have a soft spot for superhero stories."
Donald stood up with a smile and extended his hand to Logan enthusiastically.
Logan stared at Donald and glanced around the office to make sure there was no group of heavily armed guys hiding in the office before politely shaking hands with him.
Compared to Donald's smiling face, Logan's expression was slightly gloomy.
He didn't expect that Donald would go directly to the Lawrence family and even arrange for him to meet with them!
Chris looked at the two shaking hands, still with a smile on his face, "I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to solve. Logan, I hope you can have a pleasant chat with Mr. Donald."
After saying that, Chris got up and left the office.
Donald sat back down in his original seat and warmly invited Logan to take a seat.
"I heard from Mr. Chris that you were an Uber driver before?" Donald used his robotic arm to play with a teacup in front of him while squinting at Logan. "I happened to be looking for someone with a little girl. Mexican women, I wonder if you have ever received them?"
Logan knew he was asking Laura, and immediately shook his head decisively, "I haven't seen it."
Donald was not surprised by Logan's reply and continued: "The Mexican woman's name is Gabriela."
Logan's expression remained indifferent, "I've never heard of it."
Although he had just exchanged text messages with Gabriela last night, Logan understood that if he admitted it at this time, it would definitely cause some unnecessary trouble.
Donald smiled and shook his head, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, but kept his eyes fixed on Logan.
Although Logan acted very calmly, Donald did not believe his words.
He understood that when Gabriela came to Santa Fe City, the only person she would contact was Wolverine. After all, Laura had Wolverine genes, so the only person who had the ability and would help her was Wolverine is alone.
It's just that Logan killed him with one bite, and Donald couldn't do anything. This was not the time for a head-on conflict with Logan. After all, they still needed to rely on each other to fish Laura out.
After drinking all the tea in the cup, Donald stopped asking questions and stood up and handed a business card to Logan.
"I guess you came into contact with too many customers, and I can't remember them at the moment. I hope you can recall them well later. If you remember the information about the Mexican woman and the child, you can call me at any time."
As he spoke, a warm smile appeared on his face, "Don't worry, Mr. Logan's work will not be in vain. That little girl is very important to us. If you tell her the news, we will provide you with a sum of money." Great reward."
Logan took the business card, glanced at it briefly, nodded, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Donald smiled happily, turned and left the office.
Logan looked at Donald's back and sat on the sofa with a sullen face.
It seems that the Lawrence family and Donald have at least a superficial cooperative relationship, which is not a good thing for him.
"It seems you had a good chat." Chris suddenly pushed open the door and looked at Logan with a smile.
"Why tell him that I am in Santa Fe City? You should know that he is a hunter from the mutant laboratory!"
Logan looked at Chris coldly, filled with anger for the Lawrence family's backstabbing.
Although he knew that Donald would definitely find someone to inquire about his whereabouts, he did not expect that the Lawrence family would betray him so easily!
"Mr. Donald works for Dr. Rice, who is the top biologist in the United States."
Chris did not respond directly to Logan's question and said to himself: "Having a good relationship with him will be of great benefit to the family."
"They are not good people. If something happens, they will give up on you at any time."
Logan did not give the warning in good faith, but was worried that the Lawrence family's too-deep cooperation with Donald's group would be detrimental to him.
And he remembered that Dr. Rice had been involved in research on genetically modified food for mutants.
This guy is the biggest fan of mutants. To be honest, if given the chance, Logan would choose to kill Rice.
"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing. As long as you do things for Lawrence, no one will hurt you."
Chris still had a smile on his face, turned around and walked to the desk, carefully picking up a porcelain bowl on the table.
"Do you recognize this? Look how beautiful it is. It is simply an unparalleled handicraft in human history. It is hard to imagine how the East could create such a perfect treasure more than a thousand years ago."
Chris looked at the porcelain bowl, his eyes mesmerized.
"Tang Sancai."
Logan glanced at the porcelain bowl. He didn't know much about antiques, but the standard mixed colors of white, green, and yellow allowed him to tell the variety of the porcelain bowl. After all, he was also from China before traveling. .
"That's right."
Chris carefully put down the porcelain bowl and praised: "The treasures left by that Eastern country that calls itself Tang fascinate everyone."
"Speak directly if you have anything to say."
Logan didn't want to continue the topic of antiques. He didn't believe that Chris was just showing off his collection.
Chris smiled softly, "Remember the group of robbers you encountered last time when you and Samuel went to Nevada? You killed ten of those guys by yourself."
Logan didn't respond, just waiting quietly for Chris' next words.
Chris suddenly stopped smiling and said in a deep voice: "They are not ordinary gang members, but members of the Juarez family. Maybe you don't know, but the Juarez family and our Chris family have always been mortal enemies, at least ever since. In my great-grandfather's generation, we had fights with each other, and fighting with revolvers was popular at that time."
"You want me to kill the Juarez family?"
Logan asked with a stern face, "Then you think too highly of me."
Now, he doesn't have the strength to confront a big family head-on.
"No no no."
Chris shook his head repeatedly and continued to think about himself: "Most of the Juarez family's business is smuggling. Recently I got news that they have a batch of antique ceramics that they want to smuggle in from the New York port. That is a coveted wealth. "
"You want me to intercept the goods?"
Logan understood immediately, and also understood Chris's intention to arrange for him to meet with Donald today.
He wanted to tell himself that if he didn't agree, they would let Donald do it to him at any time!
"It's always nice to chat with smart people."
Chris smiled and looked at Logan and the porcelain bowl, "Look, how beautiful it is. There are countless treasures as beautiful as it in that batch of goods."
Logan didn't respond, just looked down at the porcelain bowl, and found that Chris's liking for the porcelain bowl seemed to be just a show, and he didn't even know it was crooked.
Logan stretched out his hand to straighten the porcelain bowl.
However, as soon as his hand was halfway out, Chris reached out and slapped it away in disgust, "Don't touch it! Méprisable!"
Logan's face darkened, but he recovered in an instant, retracted his palm, and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Chris stopped talking nonsense, stared at the porcelain bowl, and said sternly: "Go back and clean up, and we will set off tonight. It's a big deal, and I don't want to see any accidents!"
Logan nodded, turned around and walked out of the office. As the office door closed, his expression instantly became cold.
Chris may not know that as a Canadian, Logan knows a word or two in French.
And Logan knew that the word he just said means mean in French!