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Mike pointed to the four corpses on the ground and asked Old Logan: "How to deal with them?"

"We don't need to deal with it. The nearby gang members will handle it." Old Logan said: "In 2029, gangs will be in charge of the Mexican border, not the police."

"Let's go."

When they got to the car, the old version of Logan drove, and the three of them sat in the back.

Mike took out the tablet from the system space.

Young Logan asked curiously: "The tablet you got from us?"

"Ok?"

"Can it work?"

"Of course." Mike said, "It's specially made by Tony. If there are no revolutionary changes in the communication protocol, there will be absolutely no problem. At least that's what Tony boasted."

Not only that, the tablet also has a Jarvis clone built into it.

Soon, the tablet prompted that the communication protocol was parsed successfully and the network connection was successful.

Mike found a random portal and browsed the news.

Mutants are on the verge of extinction. No new mutants have been born in 25 years, and the old mutants have either died or their abilities have deteriorated.

The mysterious organization changes the genes of mutants by changing the genes of daily food, and exterminates mutants in a "moisturizing and silent" way.

"Xiao Jia, can you collect information about this mysterious organization?" Mike asked.

"Yes, but it will take time." Jarvis' clone replied.

"Okay, tell me if you find any clues."

"no problem."

Watching Mike's conversation with the artificial intelligence, young Logan asked: "Is this why you came to another world?"

"No!" Mike told the truth: "Most of mankind's bad things come from being too idle. So I have to find something for myself to do, such as this kind of inter-dimensional travel. I am in Charles' head I saw a man behind the scenes, which aroused my interest."

About ten minutes later, the car entered the desert and drove to what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

Old Logan turned on the switch, but the lights didn't come on. He called out: "Caliban, are you there?"

"Logan? Logan, is that you?" A nervous voice came from the darkness.

"It's me." Logan replied.

A bald man with a slightly stooped body walked out of the darkness. His skin was pale and pale, and he had a pair of very big eyes, which looked penetrating.

Caliban's ability is to track mutants within a certain range, and his strong concern is fatally dangerous to him.

"It's really you." Caliban was very excited, "I thought something happened to you and Charles."

Old Logan said: "Something happened to us, but it's okay now."

Only then did Caliban find young Logan and Mike standing at the door. He subconsciously hid, and then saw the appearance of young Logan clearly, and was very surprised.

"What's going on?" Caliban asked.

"It's a long story." Old Logan didn't want to explain now and said, "You must be hungry."

It was okay not to mention it, but Caliban's stomach growled when he mentioned it.

Now Caliban has no ability to survive independently. He relies on old Logan to earn money from driving and is usually the nanny of old Charles.During the few days when Old Logan and Charles were away, he struggled to survive on the stored food.If the two never come back, Caliban will have to make a living by picking up trash.

Old Logan took out the pizza he bought on the way.

Caliban devoured it.

midnight.

Mike was lying on the recliner.

Old Logan came over and sat on the chair next to him.

He took out a cigarette and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

Mike took out a cigar from the space - a high-end product from Stark, and said, "Try this?"

Old Logan loved cigars, and he couldn't remember the last time he had a nice cigar.

Can't afford it anymore.

He took a cigar, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, showing a nostalgic expression.

Mike helped light it.

"Thank you." Old Logan said.

"Don't say thank you too early. It may be a good thing or a bad thing for you," Mike said.

In response, Old Logan was noncommittal and asked: "What's the next plan?"

Mike said: "I can barely be considered a mercenary. When I can't find the enemy, I let them come to me?"

He took out three gold bars and said, "Change some money first."

the next day.

It was two Logans who went to exchange for gold bars.

After a night, Old Logan became younger, standing with Little Logan, like twin brothers.

Logan Sr. said there was a black market nearby.

Depart in the morning.

Towards the afternoon, the two Logans came back, and the limousine used as transportation was replaced by an off-road military vehicle.

They were full of evil spirits and their clothes were stained with blood.

It seems that there are some twists and turns in exchanging gold bars.

Old Logan picked up a large travel bag from the back seat, placed it in front of Mike, took out a few wads of dollar bills, and then the three gold bars that Mike gave him.

Logan Sr. said: "Those bastards took the gold bars and didn't want to pay, so I decided to take the money and not give the gold bars."

Mike: "Haha, what did they say?"

Old Logan smiled coldly: "Of course I disagree, so the two of us spent some effort to convince them."

How to persuade?

With Edman Metal Claws of course.

In a chaotic place like the Mexican border, the brutal cartel is the boss, the gang is the second, and then the police. If you have money but no corresponding force, you are no different from a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

It is not uncommon for people who want to kill someone to be killed instead.

Mike expected this kind of thing when he handed the gold bars to Old Logan.To be able to open a black market in such a chaotic place, there must be someone behind it.The two Logans are causing trouble in a big way, and the matter is not over yet.

After taking out the money and gold bars, various guns, bullets, and grenades were left in the bag.

Old Logan said: "If there is anything that fits your hand, take it and use it. We have guests tonight."

There is a kind of visitor who calls at the door, and a bad visitor comes to the door.

Mike grabbed a pistol and a magazine.

Actually not used.

After ten o'clock in the evening.

A motorcade turned on its searchlights and played deafening music, heading this way without concealment.

Maybe it was the vehicle-mounted machine guns that gave them courage.

Mike stayed inside with Charles and Caliban.

Caliban looked horrified.

Caliban's weirdly large eyes and pale skin are the result of nature, not degeneration.Therefore, when he was a child, he was regarded as a monster, kicked out of the house, and experienced many hardships.

The name Caliban comes from the half-man, half-animal monster in Shakespeare's play "The Tempest".

It's a poor man.

How should I put it? Poor people must be hateful.Caliban, who was regarded as a monster by humans, once used his superpowers to help humans hunt down mutants.

After Charles took the medicine, he fell asleep very soundly.

Da da da……

The sound of machine guns rang out.

The battle begins.

The two Wolverines are like beasts in the night. Every time they use their claws, they take away a sinful life.

"Monster!"

Seeing the two people who were hit again and again, even being hit by machine guns, but still standing up, the attacker collapsed.

Mutants have been out of public view for so long that many people have forgotten their existence.

These attackers were members of a nearby large gang. All of them in the Downwind Bureau were extremely brave, while the ones in the Headwind Bureau ran faster than anyone else.The main reason why he didn't escape even after so many people died was not because he was brave, but because he didn't react.

As the first car turned around, the other cars quickly dispersed and fled.

Compared to a mediocre attack, the ability to escape is very essential.

Mike walked out of the house.

Seven or eight bodies lay outside.

Old Logan asked: "Do you want to chase?"

Mike shook his head: "No, if they don't escape, who will spread your news?"

Both Logans had no objection to what Mike said. They silently picked up shovels and dug holes, preparing to bury people - this time there would be no gang members to help.