In the apartment, Logan stood by the window, gently opened the curtains, and cautiously looked at the busy traffic outside.
After last night, he always felt that SHIELD's spies were everywhere. Even though they had moved overnight to a hotel more than ten kilometers away from the New York port, SHIELD's spies were everywhere.
Logan is afraid of being targeted by SHIELD, and even more afraid of Hydra. At this stage, SHIELD has not yet carried out a major purge, and there are still many Hydra members inside.
"Snake Shield" is not called "Snake Shield" for nothing. Hydra agents have even less bottom line than S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention that Hydra has internal anatomy and research on mutants.
Now he can only hide himself as much as possible, and even only orders takeout when eating, and never goes out unless necessary.
In the suite, Samuel and the three of them gathered around the bed, counting weapons and supplies.
"James, we're running low on ammunition."
Joshier looked at the remaining bullets in his backpack, only a few scattered ones.
Chris said that the cargo was just antique ceramics, which led them to make a mistake in thinking that the mission would not be too complicated and they did not carry much ammunition at all.
Logan thought for a moment and said to Joshelle: "You and Conrad go out to purchase a batch."
It's not okay if you don't have enough ammunition. After all, the three of them except yourself are just ordinary people.
But fortunately this is the United States, and ammunition is not difficult to buy. You just need to find a gun store.
It's just that it's not convenient for Logan to travel, so the purchasing task can only be left to Joshel and Conrad. Although it was late at night last night, he wasn't sure whether Steve and Natasha saw him clearly.
How dare he take this risk.
"Remember, don't draw anyone's attention and hide yourself."
Logan told the two people before leaving.
Joshelle nodded, pulled the obviously reluctant Conrad out of the suite, put on his peaked cap, lowered the brim, and walked carefully on the streets of New York.
What happened at the port the night before left them with lingering fears.
However, Conrad's face was full of displeasure and he said: "No one has dared to ask me to go shopping before."
Joshel naturally knew that Conrad was dissatisfied, so he had no choice but to persuade him: "Stop complaining, without James, we have been dismissed after the mission in Nevada."
"It was an accident that time!"
Conrad retorted full of resentment. After all, he had walked that road several times, and only that time did the enemy appear.
Joshier shrugged, stopped talking, and scanned the neighborhood, looking for the location of the gun store.
The streets of New York are very prosperous, with all kinds of shops, including many gun shops. After the two selected one that looked like an average one, Josher went in alone to buy bullets.
Conrad wandered aimlessly outside, and finally stopped in front of a garage sale.
There are many strange things on display in this stall, all of which are small things with a sense of the times, such as commemorative medals of the founding of the United States, cowboy hats from the cowboy era, etc.
Conrad chose a mechanical watch that looked like it was made in the last century. He put it on his hand and saw that it was good and affordable, so he bought it.
While the stall owner was giving him change, he picked up an old comic book on the stall.
This comic looks old, the paper is even a little yellowed, and there is a big X written on the cover.
"What kind of comic is this? I've never heard of it?"
Conrad flipped through the comics and asked the stall owner at the same time.
The stall owner was an old man who looked to be in his seventies. After glancing at the comic cover, he said indifferently: "Old antiques from the last century were very popular at the time. If you are interested, you can take away ten dollars."
"A crappy comic costs ten dollars, are you crazy?"
Conrad was about to put it down because he felt disgusted, but suddenly he saw a familiar face in the comic. He stopped putting down his hand and stared at the face carefully.
"This is a comic about Wolverine. He was quite famous at the time, but now he is an outlaw. The comics about him have long been out of print. Maybe my copy will be the last one. Ten dollars is a bargain. "
The stall owner spoke with a groan, muttering that Conrad didn't know what he was selling.
But at this time, Conrad had no intention of listening to the stall owner's nonsense, and his eyes were fixed on Wolverine in the comics.
Although it is a comic, the portraits of the characters are very realistic, and the Wolverine in the painting looks very similar to James. The only difference is that James looks much older!
"James...Wolverine..."
Conrad murmured in a low voice, thinking of James' performance, a sinister smile instantly appeared on his face. He slammed the comic book shut, "Ten dollars, I want it!"
Unexpectedly, this trip would bring unexpected surprises.
James, it seems you are hiding a big secret!
At this time, Josher also happened to walk out of the gun shop, holding a black bag in his hand. Seeing Conrad's spring-like smile, he was obviously taken aback and said, "Did you find the money? You are so happy."
"I got a big bargain, a good watch."
Conrad revealed the mechanical watch on his wrist and shook it as if to show off.
"It's just a broken watch."
Joshier glanced at it and suddenly lost interest. The two returned to the suite, but Logan was nowhere to be seen. Only Samuel sat boredly in the living room and watched TV.
"Where's James?"
Conrad secretly touched the comics in his arms, feeling a little unbearable.
"In the room."
Samuel pointed to the room without looking back.
Click!
Then I heard the door open and slam shut with gravity.
Conrad's sudden move made Joshelle and Samuel look at each other in confusion. Ever since the incident in Texas, Conrad saw Logan like a mouse seeing a cat. He couldn't even hide. What happened today?
Facing Samuel's expression, Joshier also shook his head in confusion.
In the room, Logan was sitting at the table reading a book.
Hearing the sound of opening the door, he raised his head displeasedly. When he saw it was Conrad, his face became even more angry, "Won't you knock on the door before coming in?!"
Conrad ignored Logan, stared into Logan's eyes, with a smile on his face, and said, "I saw something very interesting, and I thought you might be interested too."
The wolf's intuition made Logan frown, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he still said sternly: "I'm not interested, get out!"
Conrad chuckled, walked to Logan's desk, took out the comic hidden under his jacket, and threw it on the table, "Wolverine comics are said to be a product of the last century. It's strange to say that he That face looks so much like you, just like you when you were young."
A big, eye-catching "X" on the cover.
He poked Logan directly in the eye, and his face instantly darkened.
Conrad looked at Logan's face and confirmed his suspicion. He pulled out a chair and sat down, staring into Logan's eyes with a winner's smile on his face.
"What's even more coincidental is that the main character in the comic has steel claws that can be freely extended as his attack power. This reminds me of what happened in Nevada. If I remember correctly, there was only one of the ten corpses in the wooden warehouse. They died from gunshot wounds, and the remaining nine died from claw-like blades."
Logan's expression was cold, and his cold eyes fell on Conrad, "What do you want to say."
"Should I call you James, or should I call you Wolverine, Mr. Logan Howlett?"
Conrad said with a proud smile, the introduction on the title page of the comic has Wolverine's real name on it.
Logan stopped responding, and his eyes gradually became cold.
But Conrad is still confident, "I haven't told this secret yet. If you want me to keep it in my belly, then after this mission, you'd better disappear forever, otherwise, I believe Wolverine's address, There will be a lot of people thinking about it."
"Guess, what will you face then, prison? Or a laboratory, or a zoo?"
Conrad smiled and patted the table, stood up, turned around and left the room with a strode.
However, he didn't notice that Logan was staring at his back with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Looks like someone took themselves too seriously."
Logan straightened the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but smile again
Now his strength has not been restored, and he cannot touch Lawrence and Donald for the time being.
It can kill a mercenary, which is more than enough.
Countless mercenaries died in their own hands.
People may only remember Wolverine as a superhero, but they forget that before that, he was the "battlefield demon" who had crossed the line and had the most dead man.