Logan had contracted this forest in order to avoid all the troubles that were going on in the city. He didn't like Magneto's philosophy. Although Magneto himself was a man persecuted by Nazis and Hydra.
But what was the difference between what Magneto was doing now and those who persecuted him back then? All he did was replace the Nazis with mutants. Using the attitude of the mutants to rule over the humans.
This was not the attitude that the X-Men liked. Because it was just going from one extreme to the other. Logen hated it all, and he finally chose to escape. Because there was no other way.
When Dai Ken appeared in front of him with Katie, the two of them were holding a pair of twins.
"Dad, these are Katie's and my children. But we can't raise them in peace. "Dai Ken's tone was guilty as he put his arm around Katie's shoulder and said so.
"Why?" Logen asked as he cleaned the dust in the fireplace.
"You know why, Dad. We are highly wanted. Magneto wants us all over the world because we killed a lot of his associates, including Pyro Paul, many of his men were killed by me. "Dai Ken's tone was low. He is no longer the hothead he used to be.
The years have given him more depth, and he is only in his forties this year, but he already looks like he is in his fifties. And Katie, the smiling girl in Logen's memory, doesn't smile now. Maybe she hasn't smiled for many years.
She hasn't smiled since her parents were killed by Magneto and his men. War never has mercy. When a bullet passes through your chest, it doesn't ask your religion, nationality, rich or poor, male or female.
Finally, Deacon left with Katie, who was frowning. They embarked on a journey of escape, leaving only a pair of children just one month old for Logen.
And it has been eight years since Dai Ken's visit. Logen hasn't given up asking about the couple, but he doesn't dare to make it public. Because now he has to raise a pair of grandchildren.
He had concealed his identity and lived in seclusion in this place in order to keep his grandson and granddaughter away from that damned brainwashing education. He did not want them to become as rotten as that little bastard just now.
Logen ran very fast, especially for his age. He ran at full speed back to his hut on the outskirts of the forest. But it was already too slow.
His grandson, a little boy with short black hair, Joey, had been caught by a mutant whose skin had turned green. His granddaughter Lily, the little girl who looked almost identical to her mother, was strangled by another bald mutant.
Both children were horrified, and Lily even had difficulty breathing because of her neck being strangled.
The leader was a tall and strong mutant that looked like a mythical giant. Logen knew this guy. Although he looked a little old, his appearance hadn't changed much.
This man was Magneto's confidant, Red Tank!
Red Tank looked at Logen who was running towards him. He smiled and clapped his hands and said, "You came faster than I thought, Logen!"
Although the wolverine was old, its fangs were still deadly. Logen's Adamantium claws had been stretched out, and he roared at Red Tank in a fierce tone, "Red Tank! Let go of the two children. Otherwise, I'll make you pay! "
But Logen's threat was only met with more brutal treatment of the children. Red Tank said contemptuously, "Logen, you've been hiding for so long and we found you. Do you think I'm just here to catch up with you? Aren't you a little too stupid to threaten me? "
"Put away your sharp claws, or my men might break the trachea of the two children if they get too nervous." Red Tank's words were not a joke, and Logen had to put away his claws.
"Red Tank, our grievances have nothing to do with the children! Let them go, if you're looking for me again. "Red Tank just smiled at Logen's words.
"Looking for you? An outdated and useless X-Men? What about your companions? Did they all die in New York? I don't think a guy who survived by luck can be of much use! "
Red Tank's words were like a knife stabbing into Logen's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
"As for you, Logen. Why do you think you've been able to live in Canada for so many years? It's all because of Magneto's mercy! Otherwise you'd be dead! "
If Magneto was really merciful, how could he have involved billions of people in the world in a terrible war? Is the death of more than a billion people the result of his mercy?! Logen was resentful, but he couldn't open his mouth to refute. Because the children were still in their hands.
"What the hell do you want from me!" Logen looked at Lily, who was struggling to breathe and was almost suffocating, and roared, "She can't breathe!"
Red Tank glanced at the eight-year-old Lily. The little girl's originally beautiful and delicate little face was pale, and her chest rose and fell sharply, but she couldn't breathe a little fresh air.
Red Tank motioned for his hands to loosen a little so that the girl could breathe.
"Do you know the Sentinel Project?" Red Tank began to tell Logen the real purpose of his visit.
"The Sentinel Project, a human government's delusional plan to subvert and eliminate all Mutants. But they abandoned the plan before they could implement it. This is a good thing for Mutants. "
Logen listened quietly to Red Tank. "And now, we've received a new message. In New York, a group of little mice are preparing to restart the Sentinel Project. This is not a good thing for our Mutant society. "
Red Tank stared at Logen and said, "Magneto will give you a chance to atone for your crimes, find some of the little mice underground. Then all the crimes you've committed before, Magneto will let bygones be bygones. And he can also pardon your son and his wife. "
"The choice is now in your hands, Logen. Make your choice. "
Red Tank said to let Logen make a choice, but does Logen have a choice now? His grandson and granddaughter are still in the hands of the other party. And both his son and Katie are wanted by Magneto, no one knows if they are dead or alive.
It's not easy to live in this Mutant world at all. Sometimes, there's no choice at all!
… …..
New York.
In a dark and wide sewer, an old man sat in a wheelchair. His legs were broken and amputated from the knee.
The wheelchair was the only tool he could use to move. The old man was already very old, so old that it was even a little difficult for him to breathe on his own.
He needed the help of life support equipment and a ventilator to keep him alive.
And behind this old man was another old man who looked the same. He looked a little healthier and a little younger. But in fact, he was also very old.
The old man's face seemed to be disfigured. The wrinkled skin stuck to the muscles of his face, making him look particularly frightening.
He dragged the wheelchair forward slowly.
"Tony, why did you ask me to bring you down here? Don't you know how dangerous we are now? Magneto is arresting us everywhere! "
The old man sitting in the wheelchair, who looked like he would die at any moment, was the Iron Man, Tony Stark!
And the old man who was helping him push the wheelchair was Nightcrawler, who was rumored to have died a few years ago!
"We had to come to this Nightcrawler. For the last gamble. "
Tony's breathing was louder than his words. He was no longer the superhero and playboy in his prime.
Now that he was out of the wheelchair, he couldn't go anywhere, and without a breathing machine, he could suffocate at any time.
The age spots crawled slowly across his face, like the countdown of Death to harvest his life.
Nightcrawler's hands were no longer as strong and strong as they were fifty years ago. His hands could be seen trembling slightly as he pushed the wheelchair forward.
The two former superheroes were now like rats in the sewer, slowly walking into darkness.
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