Boss Invasion

Wolverine drank a bottle of wine and told the story from beginning to end. .

He didn't have much patience, and what he said was not detailed, but Caliban still listened attentively and asked questions about key information points from time to time.

"It's unbelievable. Has technology developed to this extent now?"

Caliban stared at Logan's belt with envy in his eyes.

He had already had enough of dragging his tired body around to survive.

Over the years, he has missed the past more than once.

Although the past was not a good one, full of blood, conspiracy and betrayal, at least I had a healthy body.

No matter how many storms we go through, people will eventually be defeated by time, whether it is themselves or Charles.

Thinking of Charles, Caliban realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He rummaged through the medicine box and said: "Anyway, these medicines can play a big role, you know? He should have taken medicine 6 hours ago! He had two cramps today, and he has been Trying to read my mind was like having a catfish squeezed into my brain..."

At this point, he couldn't go on, obviously not wanting to recall that bad feeling.

Wolverine put the wine glass on the table, found a bottle of medicine, opened the door and walked out.

"I'll go take a look!"

Caliban shook his head: "What a rare thing! It seems that he is in a good mood today. I wonder if that person has anything suitable for me. If so..."

He suddenly smiled and shook his head to shake off the unrealistic thoughts.

How can this be?

Over the past few decades, there have been countless mutants who have appeared on the world stage, and most of them are like meteors passing by, leaving no joy except for the flash of brilliance.

But Wolverine is still Wolverine, and he's unique.

The water storage tank at the rear is very huge. Although it is tilted on the ground, it still looks like a spaceship.

Even when I can still walk, I can hear the nagging voice of an old man.

"Friends, I have good news to tell you. It's not what we are going to do in the future. It doesn't matter what we do. I just can't live according to the will of God..."

Wolverine opened the iron door and stepped in slowly.

The sound became clearer and clearer. A skinny old man in an electric wheelchair was running around in circles on the ground.

"...God knows you can't do it, but it doesn't matter, we are not perfect..."

Wolverine grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and forced him to stop.

The old man paused and said, "Excuse me, sir, you are blocking my way!"

Wolverine didn't speak, he tore open the disposable syringe and slowly prepared the potion.

"I said, get out of the way!"

Seeing that Wolverine didn't move, the old man pulled the control lever and tried to get out.

He was stunned for a moment, forgetting what he was doing just now, and then said loudly: "...the New Mexico chicken taco from Taco Bell fast food restaurant, the taste is quite good, give me a piece of beef and a piece of steak …”

His voice was full of breath, with a strange corniness, as if he were speaking to students in a large auditorium.

Wolverine looked calm.

He had heard this rhetoric many times. After Charles's memory became confused, he recalled the speech papers from college more than once.

Sometimes, he would even have visions of seeing his old friend Magneto and cry bitterly.

He grabbed Charles' arm and quickly injected the sedative into his vein.

Charles didn't struggle, he asked with dull eyes: "Who are you?"

"You know who I am!"

"You're the guy who always wants me to sleep..."

Before he finished speaking, Charles suddenly trembled all over, an invisible wave surged out, and the iron sheets on the wall rattled.

In the kitchen, where Caliban suddenly lay down, he felt as if he was being suppressed by invisible domineering force, unable to get up.

His brain felt swelling and pain, as if a cotton-padded jacket had been squeezed into his body. He gritted his teeth and held on tightly.

There was an uncontrollable buzzing in Wolverine's ears. He gritted his teeth and pushed all the potion in.

After a few seconds, the power suddenly collapsed.

Wolverine breathed a sigh of relief.

Caliban was breathing frantically as if he had just emerged from the water. He knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up. After a while, he picked up the kitchen knife and continued to prepare food.

This situation has been going on intermittently for a year. It cannot be said that I am accustomed to it, but it is not as unbearable as before.

Wolverine picked up Charles's skinny body and laid it across the small bed.

Charles slowly woke up.

"Where is this place?"

Wolverine said nothing, poured a few capsules and stuffed them into his hand.

"What is this?"

"You know what it is? An injection can only temporarily relieve the spasm, but taking medicine can prevent it from happening again! Do you want to give you a breath and may God bless you?"

"Get out! Logan!"

"So now you remember who I am?"

"I've always known who you are, I just can't recognize you sometimes!"

Charles' eyes gradually returned to clarity, he raised the cup in his hand and swallowed the capsule.

After drinking some water, Charles took a deep breath and muttered again: "You threw me to that albino guy. He didn't listen to me at all. I knew at a glance that those people were a new species..."

"What new species?" Logan frowned.

"The new mutants are very young, and there are forces that want to kill them. They are too young and have no ability to protect themselves. They need help... Something is wrong!"

At this point, Charles was suddenly startled and turned to look at Logan.

"The x gene in your body is actually active again. It seems that another kind of energy has made up for the body's defects. Logan, you have fully recovered! What is going on?"

Logan said: "Finally found out! Congratulations on not really becoming Alzheimer's!"

"what happened?"

"I'm not very sure, but it should be a technological product. It works very well for me, but it's useless for Caliban. I'll give it a try for you later!"

"Don't waste your efforts. It's useless. I can feel that this little thing is very consistent with your energy field and is of no use to others!"

Charles only listened to the beginning and guessed what the background story was.

He was silent for a moment and asked: "If I give it to you for free use, it should have a usage period. What are the other party's requirements?"

"What else could it be? Just a part-time job!" Wolverine said expressionlessly.

"No! No, Logan, for more than 100 years, you have been forced to get involved in wars and yearn for a peaceful life. I don't want people to go back to the battlefield just because I took off my clothes!"

Charles said excitedly.

Wolverine was silent for a moment and said, "They said there is one suitable for you too!"

The room suddenly became quiet. After a while, Charles said: "I know, no matter how hard I try to persuade you, it's useless. You have to be careful!"

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