"Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong."
Viktor hummed a tune from his nostrils. He seemed to be very happy even though he was in this terrible country bar. He used his hard and sharp nails to draw on the table. The sharp nails only needed a slight scratch to leave a deep mark on the hard wooden table. If one looked closely, Viktor's drawing was a clumsy picture of two little people holding hands and dancing.
Two hundred years ago, he and his younger brother had escaped into the wilderness after that bloody night. The two of them had relied on each other for survival. He had never forgotten his favorite drawing, but his younger brother … seemed to have forgotten it.
However, the bar owner certainly couldn't watch this guy destroy his property, so he slowly walked forward and whispered, "Hey, buddy.
You're not a local, are you? "
Victor lifted his head and revealed a gentle smile to the bar owner. But at this moment, his canine teeth were exposed and the bar owner couldn't help but take a step back. But soon, the canine teeth disappeared. Victor drank a glass of bad liquor and asked softly.
"Why do you say that?"
Seeing his gentle attitude, the bar owner calmed down and replied with a smile, "It's easy to recognize, the locals are usually …"
"Viktor!"
An angry roar came from the wilderness outside the bar, interrupting the bar owner's words. Viktor's eyes lit up. He took a deep breath and looked at the bar owner.
"By the way, did you buy insurance for your bar?"
The bar owner's face showed a trace of surprise, but he still forced a smile and replied, "Insurance, no, no, no, we don't sell insurance here."
"Oh …"
Viktor shrugged and looked at the furnishings around him. "That's a pity, this bar is actually quite good."
Bang!
As if it was hit by a cannonball, the hard wooden door exploded in all directions at that moment. Wood chips flew everywhere and whistled in the air. In the dim light outside the door, a figure stood there with his fists clenched. His bulging muscles almost tore his clothes apart. He looked angrily at Viktor who was drinking with his back facing him. His hair was almost standing up under his anger.
"Logan … You!"
The bar owner wanted to say something, but he saw six knife-like bone spurs on the surface of Logan's clenched fists. He was so scared that he fell to the ground and ran out of the back door with the other drinkers. Logan was a mutant! No wonder he could kill that bear!
"Look, look, the kitten of the Howley family still hasn't forgotten how to extend its claws."
Viktor finished the lousy beer in his hand and let the spicy liquid drip down from his collar. He looked at the bone spurs on Logan's fists, no … It should be called bone knives. He sneered and said, "But what is this angry kitten looking for?"
Logan looked at him, looked at Viktor, and looked at his brother whom he had not seen for years. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
"Why?"
"Hmm?"
Viktor stood up and moved his arms. He let the sharp nails on his fingertips grow longer and soon became bone claws like a tiger's claws. He tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"Why? You see, you didn't call, you didn't write, and you left my poor brother for five years. Oh, it should be six years now. What else can I do? "
"The blood of the Howley family can't be silenced. Since you think you can endure the days of being a farmer, I'll provoke you, my brother. This is what an older brother should do."
Victor scratched his chin with his crazed and terrifying nails. Four streaks of blood appeared, but they quickly returned to normal. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking at Logan.
"I can't watch you get killed by someone else … Kyla, that woman, she's evil …"
"You don't deserve to mention her!"
Logan roared and rushed towards Viktor like a completely enraged beast. Viktor's words seemed to have hit the weakest corner of his heart. He rushed over crazily and spread his arms. The three tables along the way were directly cut open by the sharp bone knife. As a top-level Beta-level mutant, Logan who was completely controlled by anger was definitely difficult to deal with.
It was also crazy enough.
"Then let me see if a little kitten like you can still hurt me."
Viktor's feet moved violently on the ground. His whole body pounced from the ground like a feline hunting for its prey. He launched a counter-charge towards Logan with all four of his limbs on the ground. Just when the two were close enough, Logan's fists retracted. It only took a second for the six extremely sharp bone knives to be pushed by his huge force and penetrate the body of the murderer in front of him.
But Viktor was faster than him. He hugged Logan with both arms, and ten sharp claws pierced into his flesh. Propelled by the kinetic energy, Logan's body was hit like a cannonball, and his whole body was sent flying backwards. He crashed into the wall of the bar, creating a big hole in the wooden wall. Logan was pushed to the ground.
Viktor tilted his head and glanced at Logan, who was dizzy from the impact. He waved his claws in the next moment and pressed Logan to the ground. Like a cougar tearing its prey apart, Viktor's claws slashed madly on Logan's body.
Blood splattered everywhere, and minced meat flew everywhere. The confrontation between the two brothers had reached a point of life and death in an instant. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been completely torn apart by the saber-toothed tiger's frenzied attack. But Logan's self-healing ability was comparable to the saber-toothed tiger's. These kinds of superficial wounds were nothing to him. He roared madly and swung the bone knife in his fist across Viktor's neck, cutting open his trachea. The bone knife in his left fist pierced through Viktor's shoulder, and his right fist aimed at his heart.
But just as the bone knife was about to pierce Viktor's heart, the saber-toothed tiger laughed. The claws on his bone claws stretched out again and dug into Logan's body. He pulled Logan up from the ground and threw him out. In terms of pure strength and agility, Logan was not as good as his brother. These two monsters were like the legendary creatures of darkness. Their undying attribute allowed them to fight for a long time.
Yes, neither of them could defeat the other, and neither of them could kill the other easily. Therefore, the battle at the beginning was like a flame that had been ignited. But after a long time, it was actually quite boring, even if blood splattered everywhere.
Viktor's claws scratched Logan's face fiercely, and five deep bloody marks immediately appeared on his face. The force of the claw threw Logan directly to the ground from where he was standing. Logan got up and roared. The bloody marks on his face had already disappeared.
Bang!
Viktor hugged a thick and heavy log with both hands. When Logan rushed over, he threw him out and slammed him hard into the excavator behind him. Logan's body was pierced by the sawtooth of the excavator, but he endured the pain and pulled himself out from the sawtooth with force. But self-healing did not mean that they had unlimited energy. They could be tired, they could feel pain, and the pain could crush their nerves.
Most importantly, after the fight, Logan realized in despair that the saber-toothed tiger, who had always been on the verge of killing, was much stronger than it was six years ago. On the other hand, he, who had lived for six years, was much weaker. He couldn't defeat his brother, so he couldn't avenge Kyla!
He was like a coward!
"Jimmy, to be honest, you've really disappointed me!"
Logan raised his head and saw a fist that was getting bigger and bigger. Bang! He was sent flying into the air by the full force of the punch and fell to the ground in a sorry state. Viktor lifted his right foot and stepped on Logan's chest. He looked at his brother, his eyes full of disappointment.
"You've wasted your talent … You should have been the strongest warrior, but look at you now. You're like a cat with its claws pulled out. You've lost the last bit of deterrence you had. What do you want me to say to you? You're a disgrace to the Howley family! "
He sighed, reached out his left hand, and grabbed the exhausted Logan by the neck. He looked at the pair of eyes full of anger and hatred and nodded.
"That's right, that's the look in your eyes. If it can turn you back into the powerful and terrifying warrior you used to be … Do you know? What I'm most afraid of is people like you, who want to admit defeat … People like us should live in the battlefield of bullets for the rest of our lives, just like what we did in the past. World War I, World War II, the Vietnam War, and the slaughter in Africa. Do you know? "
Viktor pressed his other hand against his heart.
"Can you hear it? It's beating, it's reminding us … It's not time to rest yet! Listen, the sound of war is calling us. "
"Slap!"
Logan slapped the guy who was mumbling to himself and unable to extricate himself from his own fantasy. The result was that the left side of Viktor's face was torn apart, but the flesh healed quickly. Blood dripped onto the ground. Viktor chuckled and threw Logan away. The train carrying the logs rumbled. Logan crashed into the front of the train and was sent flying into the air. Then, like a rock falling from the sky, he smashed onto the steel rails.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood. Self-healing did not mean invincibility. Under such a sudden impact, his internal organs were still damaged, but it would only take a while for them to recover. However, when he raised his head, the bone knife in his left hand was stepped on by Viktor. Viktor looked down at his younger brother and shrugged.
"You're angry, aren't you? You want to kill me, right? Jimmy, tell me, is it worth it for her? "
Viktor bent down and lifted Logan's face.
"How long will it take for you to understand? We're … different from them! "
Logan's eyes shone with stubbornness. He stared at his brother who had fought with him all over the world for more than 200 years. He had never felt so unfamiliar with him before. He gritted his teeth.
"No, I'm … different from you!"
Viktor made a helpless expression and stood up as if to leave. He turned his head and looked at Logan who was struggling to get up from the ground.
"No … we're the same!"
"Bang!"
"Ah!!!"
Viktor stomped his left foot hard and broke the bone knife in Logan's fist. Then, he did the same with his other hand. After doing all this, he heaved a sigh of relief. He lifted his foot and stomped on Logan's chest, who was howling in pain.
"You just … don't know."
In the darkness, under the dim light of the sawmill, Victor's figure walked further and further away. It was unknown whether it was an illusion or not, but he always felt a trace of loneliness from this cold killer. He was like a ferocious beast looking for its own kind in this cruel world. Even if he was covered in wounds, he was still unwilling to give up the weak hope.
"Logan! Logan! Are you feeling better? "
A voice called Logan's name in his ear. After Wolverine was exhausted, he fainted in the pain of having his bones smashed. Until now, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw the familiar sky. He felt a palm patting his face. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Stryker's face.
"You! It's you! "
Logan roared and rushed up from the ground. He grabbed Stryker's collar and threw him to the ground. He habitually pressed Stryker's body with his right hand and raised his left fist high. There should have been three sharp bone blades that could instantly pierce the heart of the person in front of him, but now, there were only three broken stubs.
His bone blades could naturally heal slowly, but it would take time …
"Okay, let me go!"
Stryker was not afraid. Behind Logan, Zero had already raised a black, huge pistol and pressed it against his head. He said coldly, "Let's go.
"Let go of the general, or this bullet that is specially aimed at monsters like you will penetrate your head!"
"Okay, Zero, put it away!"
Stryker got up from the ground. He straightened his messy clothes. He looked at Logan and whispered,
"We're too late … Victor has killed everyone in the vicinity! He's demonstrating to me and our brothers who are still alive. You've seen him, haven't you? "
Logan looked at Stryker with hatred.
"As soon as you arrived, he followed. You bastard exposed my whereabouts! You killed Kayla! "
"Is this the time to talk about this?"
Stryker looked at Logan with disdain. His eyes flashed with eagerness. Logan noticed the hidden fear in them. The old general said uneasily, "We have to strengthen ourselves to stop Victor … You're not his opponent, are you?"
"You want to save yourself, you bastard!"
Logan breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at Zero. "Damn it, I really should break your neck. Get out of my way!"
Zero glanced at him, turned to the side, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry.
"You stray dog!"
Logan ignored him and strode forward, and Stryker shouted behind him.
"What are you going to do? Logan! "
"I'm going to kill him!"
"You're not his opponent! I … I can help you! "
Stryker hesitated. Logan stopped and looked back at the latter. His eyes were full of doubt. Stryker took a deep breath as if he had made a major decision. He whispered,
"Remember the ore we were looking for in Africa? I found it … I can use it to make a weapon for you, a weapon that can defeat Victor … Of course, this is also to protect myself. Victor is crazy, he will come to me at any time! "
"Why should I believe you!"
Logan whispered. Stryker looked at him and raised two fingers.
"You know me, Logan. I never lie when it comes to matters that concern my own life. I can promise you two things. You will experience the most terrifying pain in the world. Perhaps it will be so painful that you will want to kill yourself … Then, you will obtain an unshakable body and an invincible strength. You will be able to take your revenge!"
"How about … Let's cooperate! For you, for your wife … for yourself, and for us! "
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