New York, Logan never thought that he would return to this city in his lifetime.
He had too many memories left behind in this place, including the X-Men from Xavier Academy for Geniuses, Scott, Qin, Beast, and the faces of old friends passing by on the familiar streets emerged in his mind.
Now that he has set foot in this city again, he has mixed feelings. At the same time, he is worried that he will be recognized. After all, the photos of him when he was young are still on the wanted posters, and those guys have noses as sharp as dogs.
Fortunately, for this mission, the Lawrence family was well prepared and cleared all the checkpoints. The journey was smooth and they entered New York City easily without encountering any interrogations.
"Big cities are just different."
From the driver's seat, Samuel looked at New York City in awe.
This time, Logan was not alone in the mission, but the previous team was combined to act together. In addition to Samuel driving and Logan in the passenger seat, there were also Conrad and Josh sitting in the back seat of the car. you.
As one of the four major financial centers in the world, New York's prosperity is self-evident. There are many high-rise buildings. Most of the bustling streets are filled with successful people in suits and ties. The main roads are filled with luxury cars and sports cars. There are countless luxury stores, and it seems that the air is full of the smell of money.
It was evening when they entered New York, and the streets were bustling with activity, and here, the Avengers' influence was unprecedentedly powerful.
Avengers posters are constantly scrolling on the big screens in major business districts, and Avengers peripheral toys are everywhere on the interface.
Posters of Captain America holding a vibranium buckler were plastered almost all over the streets. Children were holding Hulk dolls with joyful faces, Iron Man's sci-fi-style helmet, Thor's hammer toy and so on.
The Avengers took over the entire New York market.
Logan's eyes kept scanning the shops selling toys one after another, and his light gradually dimmed.
In the vast New York City, there is no trace of the X-Men anymore.
But should he be lucky?
After all, no one can recognize me this way.
At the intersection, Logan looked at the big screen on the building next to him, which was showing a huge Avengers 'Family Portrait' poster.
Passers-by would always stop to watch and tell the children around them about the Avengers' deeds.
Logan looked at this scene with emotion.
The Battle of New York had just ended in 2012, the Avengers had become a household name, and people's worship of the Avengers had reached its peak.
"They are really beautiful."
Samuel held a cigarette in his mouth and held the steering wheel in his hand, waiting for the countdown at the traffic light. His eyes scanned the interface full of Avengers elements, and he couldn't help but sigh: "But although the Battle of New York created them, it didn't come at a price." Xiao, many civilians suffered a lot in this war. My cousin lives here. He saw with his own eyes that the car he bought with a loan for many years was smashed by the Hulk. "
Joshelle, who was in the back seat, suddenly interjected: "Maybe he should be grateful that he was not smashed into a pulp."
Logan shrugged and said: "You can't expect that group of alien monsters to start a war with us in the Sahara Desert. You can't have your cake and eat it too. If you want to protect the earth, some inevitable destruction is inevitable."
If superheroes want to save the earth, they will naturally incur some costs that no one in the world is willing to see.
Samuel smoked a cigarette and turned to look at Logan, "You've never been a superhero, how do you know what the Avengers think?"
"Guess."
Logan smiled and stopped talking.
As the green light turned on, Samuel started the vehicle and drove all the way to the door of the hotel near New York Harbor.
Compared with the bustling high-rise buildings in the city center, the suburbs near the port are not so gorgeous.
The streets are no longer flat. There are a large number of heavy trucks transporting goods in and out every day, and the roads inevitably have some potholes.
The people coming and going no longer look like elites in suits and ties. Most of them are construction workers and port porters wearing white sweatshirts and yellow safety helmets on their heads.
Logan and the others opened a room in the hotel.
The accommodation fee here is very cheap, and the corresponding environment is naturally not much better. There is only room for one bed in the small room, and the shower in the toilet does not even provide hot water. Logan guessed that there may still be traces of the previous tenant on the sheets. The sweat left behind.
Most of the main customers of these low-cost hotels are dock workers or passengers who are about to disembark from ships for overnight stay. If the charges are high, these people are likely to be more willing to sleep on the streets.
Although the room was opened, Logan and the others had no intention of taking a rest.
It was already evening, the sky was getting dark, and their mission was at night, so there was no time for them to rest.
Four people crowded into a room. Conrad threw his travel bag on the sheets. After opening it, he found a large bag full of pistols, silencers, spare magazines, blades and other weapons.
The four of them each took out their pistols, installed silencers, tested the guns, and loaded bullets into the magazines.
"It is now 7:30 in the evening. We will set off at 9 o'clock. The port will be closed at that time. No one will be guarding the containers, but patrols will pass by from time to time."
Logan pressed the bullet while describing the details of the mission, "Be careful not to be discovered by the patrol, otherwise once they call the police, the police and guards can surround the entire port within ten minutes. At that time, our only way out is It's the sea behind the port."
While speaking, Logan glanced at Conrad.
This guy has been silent since his departure. He basically didn't say a few words from Santa Fe to New York, and he no longer refuted any of Logan's remarks.
Obviously, after the last incident, this guy learned well and at least did not dare to openly oppose Logan.
"The target this time is very clear." Logan put the compressed bullet clip into the pistol and said solemnly: "Chris wants us to find container No. 79, which is numbered BU-26 and BU-27. The two boxes of goods are the objects of our mission. Remember, handle them with care. There is a high chance that there are priceless porcelain or other antiques inside. They are very valuable. "
Although Chris said there were antiques there, Logan didn't actually believe everything he said.
His intuition told him that this batch of goods was a hundred times more important than the so-called antiques!
The three Samuels nodded, and after arranging their equipment, they took out some compressed biscuits and water from their backpacks to replenish their physical strength.
As night falls, the evening breeze blows from the port, and the smell of salty and wet seawater comes to your nostrils. The moisture in the air is simply not comparable to that in the desert areas of San Antonio.
Logan and the others put on black clothes that were convenient for hiding in the night, drove around the port several times, and after determining the escape route, they parked the vehicle in a nearby parking lot and walked towards the port.
At this time, the port has been closed. There is a three-meter-high fence surrounding the outside. The roads leading to the interior of the port are also erected with straight poles blocking passage. There are guards holding batons on both sides of the straight poles to strictly guard them.
However, this obstacle naturally did not trouble Logan and the others. They groped their way to a fence in the corner, easily climbed over the fence and entered the port.
What comes into view is a large number of containers piled up here. Containers of various colors are piled up here in an orderly manner, with no end in sight.
"Oh my God, when will we find this?"
Samuel looked at the containers all over the ground and felt dizzy for a moment.
Logan crouched down, looked around cautiously, and whispered: "They are all placed in order. As long as you find the order, you can find them quickly."
After speaking, Logan walked carefully towards the container, checked the numbers on the containers, quickly smoothed out the numbers of the containers, and followed the numbers towards the target.
During this period, we met several patrols, but these patrols were not strict in their search. They just walked around the container community with flashlights. When Logan and the others saw the light, they hid behind the containers and did not cause any trouble at all. Any attention.
After a smooth operation, the four finally found the target container No. 79.
"This is it!"
Samuel eagerly took out a small iron pliers from his lower back, "Get it as soon as possible and go back to rest early. If we go back at this time, maybe we can have a couple of drinks in the bar downstairs of the hotel."
With that said, he was about to wring the lock on the container.
"etc!"
Logan suddenly stopped him in a low voice and put his finger on his lips, "Shh, someone is coming."
His keen insight allowed him to clearly hear a thin sound approaching.
The three of them looked around blankly, but heard nothing.
Just as he was about to ask, deep footsteps suddenly sounded.
"Damn! Hide first!"
Logan glanced around and pointed at the two stacked containers opposite Container No. 79.
The other three people understood and quickly climbed onto the container and lay on the top.
The height of two containers makes it impossible to see the person lying on top when viewed from below.
After a while, the footsteps became clearer and louder, and the sound was very dense. It sounded like there were many people. More importantly, the other party did not turn on the flashlight and also deliberately walked lightly. It was obvious that he was definitely not a port guard.
The stranger's penetration made Logan frown.
"Rumlow, are you sure this is Container No. 79?"
A cold female voice came.
"Well, the intelligence shows this is where it is."
A dull male voice responded to her.
Oops!
Logan was shocked. The other party was also heading for Container No. 79!
In order to find out the other party's purpose, Logan carefully stuck his head out and saw the figure below clearly. He was stunned for a moment.
A team wearing special combat uniforms gathered around Container No. 79. The leader was a very charming woman with sassy orange-red hair and a beautiful face. She was wearing tight-fitting black combat uniforms, covering her up. The beautiful figure is perfectly displayed.
Black Widow, Natasha!
Logan recognized the woman's identity at a glance, his heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly retracted his head.
"What's wrong?" Samuel noticed something was wrong with Logan's expression and asked in a low voice.
Logan frowned and tried to keep his voice as low as possible.
"Damn, they're from SHIELD!"