People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Donald Pierce was holding a stainless steel dinner plate and scooping spoonfuls of food into his mouth.He didn't look good, and the food obviously tasted a little bad.

After finally finishing eating, Donald said angrily:

"I said you bastards, you have committed murder, arson, drug smuggling, kidnapping and extortion... you have done so many unscrupulous things, and as a result, I am the only one in this beggar's shack, eating this kind of pig food. Go out and find a factory to work hard. Isn’t it good?”

"When I was young, my mother told me not to waste food. As a good kid who listened to my mother, I ate the pig food even though I endured it. But my mood was certainly not beautiful... So, my question is - after earning so much money, Why eat pig food and save it to customize a diamond coffin for yourself?”

The more he talked, the angrier he became. He folded the stainless steel dinner plate in half with a click, then folded it in half again, and finally shaped it into an iron ball.

There were eight people in front of Donald, six of whom were members of the gang that attacked Mike and the others last night. They were lined up, kneeling on the ground, holding their heads in their hands.The remaining two were Donald's men. They held guns and pointed them at the six kneeling people.

Donald weighed the iron ball in his hand and suddenly threw it hard.

boom!

It hit the thin iron wall and directly made a hole.

"I feel much better now. If you have resentment or anger, you should vent it out in time, otherwise you will change your attitude sooner or later."

Donald smiled and said, "Tell me, where is the surveillance video of the previous robbery of gold bars? Who robbed the gold bars?"

The leader of the six people swallowed his saliva and said: "We work for the Aganod drug cartel. My wife and children are in their hands. I will die if I tell you."

"Well, that makes sense."

Donald suddenly drew his gun and shot him in the head.

Red and white splashed all over the floor.

The other five were startled.

"Since you don't say it, there's no point in keeping it. Bah! This scumbag still marries a wife and has children. He has no idea." Donald pointed the gun at the other one, "Your wife and children are also in the hands of others. ?”

The man shook his head and said tremblingly: "No, my brother and his family are in their hands."

Donald showed a devilish smile: "So do you need a choice, brother or yourself? Tell me the information I want, hand over what I want, and let you go."

He faced his two mercenaries and said, "Leave it to you. I want the answer in 15 minutes."

After that, he walked out, returned to the car outside, took out his cigarette, waited for about 10 minutes, and then returned to the house.

The remaining five men were all dead, their throats slit.

"Fuck!"

Donald couldn't help but burst out, "Are these people so strong? I'm so shocked."

One of the subordinates said: "Only two of them are tough-talking, and the others are all in trouble."

Donald blinked:

"..."

"I said, if I get what I want, I will let them go. Are you trying to make me break my word? Damn it!"

As he spoke, Donald kicked his men twice.

The subordinate said aggrievedly: "I thought you were joking."

"I'm spitting so hard, so when did I start talking about it for fun?" Donald became even more angry.

He pressed the heads of his two men and said, "I apologize to these three innocent victims. I sincerely apologize."

"Sorry!" x2.

The two men bowed to the corpse and muttered in their hearts: "The boss is so neurotic..."

Based on the information he asked, Donald quickly obtained the surveillance video.It turns out that the video was placed in the vault, along with a large amount of cash and gold bars. No wonder these people did not dare to say it casually.

While his men loaded the drug money into the car, Donald checked the surveillance video.

"It is indeed Wolverine. Why are there two of them? And they are so young and fierce. They don't look like they are degenerated."

On the laptop screen, two Wolverines are killing everyone.

"Fun, interesting."

Donald glowed, pulled off his gloves, revealed his mechanical hand, and made a fist.He punched the car door, leaving a mark.

Wolverine lives in seclusion on the Mexican border, but his main place of work is in the United States.Going in and out of the country every day, it is not difficult to find him if you really want to.

Who would be interested in an old Wolverine whose abilities have deteriorated?Donald wouldn't be tracking Wolverine if he wasn't hunting down a little mouse that escaped from the lab.

Wolverine was Donald's idol.Donald looked at the aging Wolverine and felt sad and lacking in interest.Seeing the young Wolverine on the screen, Donald immediately became excited.

Finally a chance to knock down his idol...that's exactly what Donald wanted.

Donald closed the computer and opened a bag, which contained the drug money he had just obtained.

He picked up a wad of bills worth ten thousand dollars, threw them to one of his men, and said, "The prey has been found. Let's hunt tonight. Each person has $[-] as a midnight snack after the hunt."

Donald's men suddenly howled like ghosts and wolves.

"Alkali Biogenomic Research Institute..."

Mike is looking at the information collected by little Jarvis.This was a research institute based in Mexico, but it was closed down not long ago.

Jarvis discovered that the investor of Alkali Biogenomic Research Institute was a leather goods company in the United States.

After tracing the source of the funds, Jarvis connected dozens of huge multinational companies.

Simply put, the people behind the near-extinction of mutantkind are extremely wealthy.

This is what Mike expected.

A title came into Mike's field of vision: Mr. S.

Old Logan said in a deep voice: "Is this the culprit?"

"It's not clear yet." Mike said: "But it will be clear soon. Now, we have a new guest. You go out and solve it."

The two Wolverines stood up at the same time and walked out with murderous intent.

Old Charles closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and said, "These people are well-armed and well-trained, far beyond the gang members of yesterday."

The subtext of Charles Sr. is: Can Logan handle it?

"Without the Edman metal bullet, it would not have been able to cause fatal damage to Logan. It doesn't matter, at most there will be some twists and turns." Mike looked at Old Charles strangely: "Speaking of which, you are the one who knows them best."

Old Charles was silent for a moment and finally said nothing.

There was a lot of gunfire outside.

The two mercenaries got Donald's order and walked in behind them. The first person they saw was Caliban, who had pale skin and big eyes. He was so frightened that he almost pulled the trigger.

Then there was old Charles sitting slumped—not threatening at all.

Finally, there was Mike sitting on a chair with a calm expression, drinking coffee.

"hands up!"

The two mercenaries shouted.They held their guns and did not let down their guard because the three of them were unarmed.

Caliban raised his hand reflexively, like a spring.

Old Charles smiled.

The two mercenaries pointed their guns at Mike and told them directly that Mike was the most dangerous person.

Their intuition was correct, but the problem was that they were not told exactly how dangerous it was.