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Chapter 62: Mutant Shelter Admission Ticket

In the forest, corpses were covered with white cloth. The blood seeping from the corpses dyed the cloth bright red. The nearby tree trunks and grass were all covered with dried blood. Crows were circling in the air, making disturbing cries.

The agents walked cautiously on the bloodstained grass, scanning everywhere with instruments, not missing any clues.

"Boss, the situation is not optimistic. Xander Rice is dead."

Maria Hill pressed the headset and reported quietly, her brow furrowed as she looked at the tragic scene before her.

More than sixty corpses made her subconsciously think that a war had taken place here. Moreover, each corpse was extremely miserable and almost all of them were cut into two. It was hard to imagine what had happened here.

"Where are Wolverine and Professor X?"

Nick Fury's deep voice came from the headset.

"do not know."

Hill sighed helplessly, "Preliminary inspection shows that the bodies have been dead for more than a day. This place is close to the border, so they may have crossed the border. If we want to continue the pursuit, we must apply to the Council for a cross-border investigation."

Fury on the other end of the headset was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "I will ask the chairman to keep this matter confidential for the time being. The Avengers cannot be told, especially Steve. Given his personality, if he knew the whereabouts of Wolverine, he would definitely investigate it himself."

"Yes."

Hill nodded in response.

"We'll discuss the details when I get back."

Fury hung up the phone after he finished speaking and sat on a chair with a frown on his face. "Logan and Charles, you are almost 300 years old in total. Why don't you just enjoy your old age? Why do you have to go out and cause so much trouble?"

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A few hours after setting out from the meeting point, John led Logan and his companions out of the forest and came to a dilapidated single-family building.

The small wooden building looks like it has been built for quite some time and stands alone outside the forest.

"Is this the shelter?"

Carl looked at the small building in confusion. It was completely different from the safe shelter he had imagined with many mutants.

"No."

John shook his head, walked forward, pushed open the door of the small building, and said, "Let's rest here for one night."

"We can still continue on our journey."

Carl looked up at the sky. It was only afternoon, so it was not time to rest yet. Moreover, they still had plenty of energy and could continue walking.

John said helplessly: "If we go any further, we will have to stay in the woods at night."

This is one of the few safe places to rest on the road, and he also has things to do here.

Helpless, Carl could only nod.

Logan was glad that there was a rest stop here, otherwise they would have to walk for a whole day and the younger children would not be able to bear it, and the professor's body would not be able to withstand the strain.

Several people walked into the house. The house looked a bit shabby and no one lived there permanently. The wooden walls looked slightly decayed and the wooden stairs leading to the second floor kept creaking.

There are quite a few rooms on the second floor. Although the facilities are very simple, they are perfect for a temporary rest.

Without telling the professor, Logan chose a room with better ventilation and simply made four beds using the bedding in the closet.

Laura did not choose to live with them. Since she met her friends, she has been sticking together with them every day and is unwilling to separate them even when sleeping.

When Logan was done, the aroma of food could be smelled from downstairs.

John had stored enough canned food and compressed biscuits for everyone, and he was heating up the canned meat whose grease had solidified.

The children smelled the fragrance and came downstairs.

Amidst the childish laughter, the group had a simple dinner and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Logan lay on the bed by the window.

It was already night, and the sky outside the window was filled with stars. A cool breeze blew in through the window gaps, and the temperature in the house dropped. Logan felt the chill of late autumn and curled up gently under the quilt.

Boom boom boom!
Just when Logan was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door, followed by John's low voice, "Logan, are you asleep?" Logan looked up, and after glancing at the people sleeping on the other beds in the bright moonlight, he quietly got down from the creaking wooden bed, pushed the door and walked out.

"what's up?"

He looked at John outside the door, who was holding a somewhat retro lantern. In this frontier forest cabin without electricity, it was the only means of lighting.

"Klaus and I have something we want to talk to you about."

John moved aside and motioned Logan to go downstairs.

"Ah."

Logan nodded, closed the door, and went downstairs with John.

Ever since entering the cabin, Logan noticed that John was a little absent-minded, as if he was troubled by something.

Arriving on the first floor, John placed the dim lantern on the table where Klaus was already waiting.

"The plan to go to the shelter may have to be postponed for two days."

As soon as they sat down, John got straight to the point and said, "We're in some trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Logan asked.

John and Klaus looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

"Originally, there were supposed to be three people to pick you up this time." Klaus said dejectedly, "But halfway through the journey, one of our people was caught by the patrol team."

"Patrol team? It seems that this trouble is indeed not small."

Logan murmured, he knew this organization, its full name was the Mutant Patrol, it was an official team set up to capture mutants, or to be more precise, to capture mutants who committed crimes.

But now all mutants will become their target.

However, for the sake of so-called justice, they will still deliberately frame the captured mutants with some unwarranted charges.

"You want me to help save people?"

Logan understood what they meant, and it was obvious that he hoped he could help.

"Not you, but with us."

Klaus quickly corrected him and added, "And Victor, we hope he can join as well. After all, there are quite a few people on the patrol team. If it's just me and John, it might be a bit troublesome. But if you can join, it will be much easier."

John nodded and said, "We originally wanted to send the children to the shelter and then find a way to bring more people to rescue them, but that would take too long. She might be transferred or even in danger. Fortunately, we met you. I hope you can help us."

"can."

Logan thought about it and nodded in agreement, "I'll talk to Victor tomorrow."

After all, if you are going to the other party's shelter, it is reasonable to lend a hand, just as an admission ticket to the shelter.

Hearing Logan's agreement, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and smiles appeared on their faces.

"grateful."

John nodded, took out a photo from his arms and handed it to her, "This is her photo, take a look, don't make a mistake when the time comes."

Logan took the photo and moved closer to the lantern to examine it carefully.

The photo showed a girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was very pretty, with short emerald green hair that made her look a little rebellious. However, her face was a little pale. She was wearing a denim jacket and was leaning against a car, smiling at the camera.

After seeing the girl's appearance clearly, Logan couldn't help but frown. The person in the photo gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

"What's her name?" Logan raised his head and asked the two of them.

"Lorna Dane," John responded.

"It turned out to be her."

Logan suddenly realized and looked back at the photo.

No wonder she looks so familiar, it turns out she is Magneto’s daughter Polaris.

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If Polaris is here, then where is Magneto?
(End of this chapter)