At the boiling auction, everyone's attention was focused on Victor, and no one noticed Logan's movements.
As prices continue to rise, the number of people holding placards gradually decreases.
In the end, Logan could clearly hear the auctioneer's final bid when the hammer fell - five million US dollars!
A living person has been given a price that can be measured in money by these capitalists, just like the black slaves before the Civil War!
It's hard to imagine that this is a banquet in a civilized world!
Logan suppressed his anger to kill everyone and continued to move forward.
After taking a few steps, he saw Notland. He was holding up his mobile phone and chatting with someone. His loud voice did not suppress the joy in his heart.
And his target seemed to be in the box next to Logan.
Logan's eyes sank, and while Notlande was concentrating on the phone and didn't notice him, he quickly dodged into the box.
There was no one in the box, but the lights were on, and there was even hot tea on the table, arranged to welcome guests.
Outside the door, Notland's footsteps gradually approached.
At this time, Logan really wanted to cut this guy into pieces, but he still had to find out Victor's location from the other person's mouth, so he had no choice but to hide in the bathroom in the box and quickly close the door, leaving only a slight gap.
Through the gap, he saw Notlande entering the box with a big belly, sitting leisurely on the sofa, raising his watch from time to time to check the time, as if he was waiting for someone.
After a while, the door of the private room was opened, and a wealthy white businessman walked in, holding the bidding number plate-No. 77 in his hand. He was the person who just took the photo of Victor!
Notland quickly stood up and greeted the wealthy businessman warmly, "Congratulations, after tonight, that tiger will be yours."
The wealthy businessman smiled and said, "Five million, I hope your tiger is worthy of this price."
"Don't worry, I guarantee your satisfaction, that guy is simply a beast!"
Notland invited the wealthy businessman to take a seat, and the two chatted freely on the sofa.
"If I remember correctly, this tiger has been working for you, why do you suddenly want to sell it? A mutant with extraordinary combat power can help you get rid of many deadbeats."
The wealthy businessman drank tea and asked curiously.
Notland chuckled lightly, took out a cigar and lit it, raised his eyebrows and said: "Even if he pursues the debt for the rest of his life, can he get back five million for me? Besides, that guy has been very passive and sabotaged recently. He can't even pay tens of thousands of dollars." I can't even collect the small debt, it's useless to keep it."
The wealthy businessman was still very curious and asked puzzledly: "How do you control such a guy? These mutants don't seem to be controlled so easily."
He had seen many mutants, many of whom were his prisoners, but mutants gave him the impression of being unruly and difficult to control. There were not many guys like Notland who could command mutants.
"Hmph, how dare he disobey me?"
Notland snorted coldly, "If it weren't for me, that guy would have starved to death long ago. He is just a rat worried about being caught by the government, hiding in the trash can and shivering. If I hadn't been kind and gave him How can he survive so long with a piece of bread and a job? Let alone order him to die, he will have to die!"
After a pause, he continued to laugh and said, "To be honest, if I wasn't in urgent need of money, I really wouldn't want to take action against this guy. A tiger who looks after the house and the courtyard can indeed help me solve a lot of troubles."
The wealthy businessman smiled and said, "Then I'm lucky to catch up with you. Now I really need that guy's heart."
"heart?"
Notland was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, that guy's heart is absolutely healthy, and I promise he won't let you down!"
At this time, Logan, who was hiding in the bathroom, couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were cold and murderous, and his gloomy face was filled with murderous intent.
Peng!
He opened the bathroom door fiercely and strode out.
"Mr. Logan, why are you here?"
Notland was stunned when he saw Logan, and did not notice his murderous eyes at the first time.
"Is this your friend?"
The wealthy businessman was also stunned for a moment, and then he enthusiastically stood up and extended his hand to Logan politely. In an instant, he changed from an executioner talking about human body trading and organ trading to a graceful gentleman who took the initiative to shake hands with others.
"Hello, I am..."
Before the wealthy businessman finished speaking, a burst of white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
Whoops...poof!
The next second, a section of his hand was instantly chopped off, and blood splattered from the severed limb.
"Ah!!!" The severe stinging sensation made the wealthy businessman howl with fear on his face. He held the severed limb tremblingly and stepped back, his roaring sound harsh.
Fortunately, the soundproofing effect of the box is excellent. Unless the bomb explodes, no sound can be transmitted.
Logan raised the steel claw again, and the howling head instantly fell to the ground, blood splattered, and drops of blood continued to drip from the silver-white steel claw.
He stared at the fallen body of the wealthy businessman and said with a cold face: "You are not worthy of shaking my hand."
"You're a mutant!"
Notland's eyes shrank, he stood up quickly, reached for the gun at his waist, and raised his hand to point Logan's head and pull the trigger.
Click!
The steel claws were swept out, and the icy cold light passed in front of Notland. The pistol was cut off directly, and the parts fell down with a clang.
"hiss!"
Notland gasped in horror, and hurriedly let go and threw away the broken pistol. At the same time, he also noticed Logan's frosty eyes.
An unprecedented fear filled his heart.
He stared into Logan's eyes, his lower limbs trembled unconsciously, and he stepped back.
"What are you going to do?"
Notland was horrified and his whole body was shaking.
Logan just stared into his eyes and pressed forward step by step without saying a word, but the murderous intent in his eyes said everything.
Notland's legs trembled and his voice trembled: "No, if we have anything to discuss, I can give you money, a lot of money. I have several casinos under my name, and the annual revenue is an astronomical figure. These are all I can give it to you."
Logan still didn't speak, he just dodged suddenly, strode to Notlande, grabbed his collar, and raised it high.
Notland waved his limbs in fear in mid-air. Before he could continue to beg for mercy, Logan slammed him against the coffee table next to him.
Peng!
The huge force instantly tore the entire coffee table into pieces.
cough!
The tearing impact on his body made Notlande spurt a mouthful of blood from his mouth. He looked at Logan with a horrified look on his face, and said in pain with his mouth full of blood: "Killing me will do you no good, go away. If you don't want to go to this auction, let me go and I can give you money, lots and lots of money!"
"Your life is more important to me than money."
Logan stared at him coldly, made a fist with his other hand, stretched out his sharp steel claw, and stabbed hard.
Click!
The sharp claw blade was almost close to Notland's face, and it stabbed hard into the torn coffee table.
Notland could clearly feel the cold light on the steel claws, and the fear in his eyes was even worse, but he no longer dared to struggle.
"Victor, where are you?"
Logan's voice was extremely cold and his eyes were stern.
"Warehouse, there is a warehouse on the fourteenth floor, all the auction items are there!"
The fear of dying made Notland almost scream in response, and then he even begged: "I can help you bring him out. There is no handover yet, he is still mine, and I can pay for the breach of contract." Jin, can help you rescue..."
Click!
Logan didn't listen to his nonsense, his fist pressed against his chest, and the steel claw popped out.
The sharp claw blade instantly pierced the heart, and blood spurted out.