Let's move our eyes away from Saber for now. After he received the "last round" of experimental injections, he was locked up in that dark little house. We don't know what he will be like the next time he appears.
Now, while Saber was screaming in agony due to the collapse of his genes, something else was happening in a forest deep in the mountains of Quebec, Canada. Yes, this was something closely related to Saber. I couldn't skip it, and I didn't want to miss it either.
The forest in the deep mountains was almost isolated from the rest of the world. With the support of Canada's rich forestry resources, this profession, which had been around for hundreds of years, had not been eliminated until now. Frankly speaking, the income in this line of work was very little, and the risks were very high. Except for the locals and some people who did not have many opportunities, no one would stay in this line of work for a long time.
Except for those who had no choice but to do this job.
"Hey, Logan, if you ask me, you should take your wife to the big city. With your beast-like body, you can definitely live a good life. Why don't you give it a try?"
An old foreman in his forties sat on a log that had been cut down, drinking local wine as he took the crudest cigar from Logan's hand with a smile. The cigar looked like it had been made by him, and it tasted terrible. But for an old smoker, there was nothing that tasted better than it.
"Kayla doesn't like the big city. I don't like it either. It's good here."
Logan chuckled. This typical Caucasian man was nearly two meters tall. Even though he was wearing a dirty lumberjack's uniform, it could not hide his rugged aura and bulging muscles. His beard grew along the side of his face, making him look very manly. Especially his eyes. Even when he was calm, they still made people feel a sense of oppression. But the people around him knew that this fierce-looking guy was actually a good-tempered man.
Three years ago, he even saved four children from a wild bear. For that, he was very popular in this generation. People would come to him if they needed help.
And his catchphrase was …
"Live a clean life, earn a clean life."
"Okay, okay. You look like someone from the previous generation, my father's generation," the foreman said drunkenly.
The old foreman said drunkenly, "They also couldn't bear to leave this mountain. Unfortunately, they still left in the end … Eh, who are those people? I don't see anyone wearing such nice clothes here. "
The foreman's words made Logan, who was cutting logs, stop his work. His nose twitched like a beast sniffing for a scent. A second later, his face showed a hint of frustration and annoyance.
"Logan!"
A voice came from behind him, but Logan didn't turn around. The foreman drunkenly glanced at the two people who got out of the car. He moved the bottle away from his hand and looked at Logan.
"Do you need help? Kids? "
"No, no need, I can handle it!"
Logan smiled at him, then turned around. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He threw the carpenter's gloves aside, lit a cigar, and walked towards the middle-aged man in a black trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses in front of him. Stryker … the bastard he didn't want to see the most. And the guy behind Stryker, wearing a neat suit and a headset on his ear.
Damn it, this place can't receive those radio waves at all.
"I have a job for you, Captain."
Stryker opened his arms to Logan with a kind face, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, but Logan ignored him. He brushed past Stryker's body with the axe on his shoulder and threw the axe into a dilapidated pickup truck. He leaned against the truck and said with an impatient face.
"I have a job now, Stryker. Leave before I do it."
"Don't be like this, kid."
Stryker didn't care about Logan's indifference. He pointed to the cold young man behind him and said, "Remember him? Zero, your former comrade. Shouldn't you celebrate when an old friend meets? "
Logan glanced at Zero and curled his lips.
"I have very few friends, and there is definitely no bastard who is used to shooting first and talking later."
"Bang!"
A faint gunshot sounded. Zero's left hand reached into the pocket of his trench coat, took out a special pistol, aimed, fired, and then retracted the pistol. The bullet accurately broke the cigar in Logan's mouth into two halves. There was nothing to say about this process. Many veterans could do it, but the problem was the time … This series of events didn't even take a second. It was basically a blur in front of other people's eyes.
Obviously, this was not an ordinary person. A mutant, Zero, a deadly sharpshooter, Logan's comrade from more than ten years ago, an annoying, arrogant bastard.
"Inferior cigars, 18,000 yuan a year, living with a village teacher and playing kissing games. Logan, I have to say, your taste is still so bad!"
Zero spoke, his voice was as cold as his appearance, but while he was acting cool, Logan's eyes were already dangerous. Stryker saw that the situation was not good and waved his hand.
"Okay, go back to the car, Zero, Logan and I have something to talk about!"
0's eyes flashed with a raging fighting spirit, but under Stryker's stern gaze, he still turned around. Logan, on the other hand, showed a mocking smile at this moment.
"Tsk tsk, good dog."
"What did you say?"
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Stryker slammed the front cover of the car, "Enough! You two! Did I come here today to see you guys quarrel? Bastard! "
Only then did Zero reluctantly snort. He turned and left, standing 20 meters away. Stryker shook his head, took out a newspaper from his pocket, and slapped it on Logan's hand. His tone also became impolite.
"Do you really think I'm here to work for you? I'm here to save your life! You ungrateful guy! "
Logan glanced at Stryker suspiciously. As a veteran who had fought with Stryker for more than ten years and participated in countless wars before this, he was very clear about the nature of people like Stryker. But when he opened the newspaper, he understood what Stryker meant.
"Three days ago, Bradley was killed … before him, it was Vance. Do you understand what I mean?"
Stryker lowered his voice, "Someone is hunting down our former team member, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. I need you, Logan, to put on your military uniform again. We have a challenger. I know you are not willing to stay in this small place for the rest of your life, especially you …"
The old general glanced at Logan playfully, "Your wife will always be old, but you, you won't be old. You will eventually leave this place. You don't belong here. Logan, I have always known you very well. You are a born warrior, not a … damn lumberjack!"
After Logan saw the news of the tragic death of his former comrade, his eyes became fierce for a moment, so much so that Stryker thought there was a chance, but the next moment, he stuffed the newspaper back into Stryker's hand.
"You think you know me very well? Forget it, Stryker, don't make it sound so dignified. You are afraid … but I am not! "
Logan turned and opened the door. He sat in the broken car that was crackling after the ignition. He glanced at Stryker and took out the inferior cigar from his pocket again. He snorted.
"Worry about yourself, General Stryker, I can protect myself."
"Don't forget your identity! Captain! "
Stryker leaned against the window and said in an extremely serious tone, "Now your country needs you!"
"Do Mutants have a country?"
Logan glanced at him, "Even a bastard like you who uses us as weapons can become a general in that country. Is that country really worth my life for? Again, I wish you good luck, Stryker. After you die, I will give you flowers. "
"Logan! Logan! Bastard! Come back! "
Stryker watched Logan drive away in the broken car. He threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground angrily. He thought he could persuade Logan, but …
"Phew … It doesn't matter, you asked for it!"
A cold light flashed on the frame of Stryker's gold-rimmed glasses. He sat back in the car and said to 0 who was driving, "Inform Victor … He can do it now!"
Logan's wife, Kayla, was a teacher at a local village primary school and a well-known beauty. When Logan returned home in a huff, she hurriedly put down what she was doing and walked up to him. She stroked Logan's arm and asked in a soft voice.
"What's wrong? Darling. "
"Phew … Nothing."
Logan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his wife's blond hair. He held her in his arms and whispered, "We are moving, darling."
"Hmm?"
Kayla grabbed his arm nervously. "Did they find out who you are?"
Yes, Kayla knew Logan's identity as a Mutant. Logan shook his head. He didn't want his wife to worry too much, so he said casually, "It's just a little troublesome. Let's move tomorrow. When I come back, we will go to Toronto. We have been in this small mountain village for several years. It's time for us to go back to the city."
"Well, I'll listen to you! My Wolverine. "
Kayla gently let Logan pick her up. She looked at the man with unconcealable love in her eyes. Wolverine was the name of the moon in the ancient religion she believed in. It represented her deep and unpretentious love. But when Logan wasn't paying attention, a faint blue light flashed in her eyes … It was obviously not something an ordinary person should have.
The only thing worse than falling into a trap was that one had already fallen into another trap without knowing it. The freedom that one thought of, the love that one thought of, was just a disguise for a trap. The happiest time might be a memory that was deeply trapped in a lie. Unfortunately, not everyone was wise enough to realize this.
The next morning, Logan woke up early and went to the lumberyard to settle his wages. After Dezhi left, the old foreman held Logan's hand and chatted for more than ten minutes with a reluctant look on his face. After Dezhi and the others left for Toronto, the old foreman generously gave Logan an extra month's salary. Logan then spent the month's salary on the small village bar that the lumberjacks frequented. He treated everyone to a drink, and with their blessings, he drove back home.
But when he was halfway home, he smelled a familiar scent. He looked out the window and saw a ferocious bear's head hanging from a tree branch. It looked like its neck had been cut off by a sharp weapon. There were also scratches on the tree trunk.
They looked like the claws of a real beast.
Logan's expression changed drastically. He drove the broken car as fast as he could, but when he rushed back to the house, everything was over.
Blood was everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, on the torn furniture, and in the middle of the bed that was completely dyed red. The beautiful Kyla was sleeping peacefully, but the hideous wound on her abdomen made Logan tremble. Death had taken over the house. In the end, he was a step too late. He couldn't keep his promise to leave Stryker's special forces.
Another woman died for him. Like a fool, he inched towards the bed step by step. He reached out and placed his trembling fingers on Kyla's cold cheeks. Hot tears gushed out of his eyes. He gently lifted Kyla up and knelt on the ground, suppressing the pain. More than that, he blamed himself for the pain that came from love. The feeling of being torn apart surged in his heart.
He had lost count of how many times this had happened. Every time he tried to immerse himself in a relationship, he would be met with such a calamity. The world seemed to not allow an outstanding warrior to become an ordinary person. It seemed to be using such a cruel method to remind Logan of this fact.
Who are you? You don't belong here. Your destiny doesn't lie here!
"Ah, ah …"
Logan's last tear fell into the blood on the ground. He hugged the body in his arms tightly. A surge of anger that could not be vented was about to explode in his chest.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Like a wolf howling in the wilderness, the killing never stopped.
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