American comic book: An aging Wolverine, doing whatever he wants.

Chapter 10 The Wolves in the Night, Unleashing Their Bestial Nature!

Not all the pursuers entered the gun; they left six men outside and guarded the entire gunhouse closely.

From the bushes not far away, Samuel and his two companions cautiously peered in the direction of the gun.

"There are still six people outside. The rest have gone inside. James is in danger."

Samuel spoke in a low voice, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

These guys are obviously gang members. They may not be highly trained, but most of them have been through years of fighting. Their ruthlessness and fighting spirit are unmatched by ordinary people.

Ten men entered the gun and surrounded Logan, putting him in a very dangerous situation.

"Hmph, isn't he very confident?"

Conrad touched his still slightly aching nose and said sarcastically.

Although Logan saved their lives at the tavern door and is now risking his life alone, Conrad's opinion of Logan will not improve because of this.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Josh gripped his pistol, ready to step forward and take care of the six lookouts.

"Wait a minute!"

Samuel quickly grabbed him. "James said, let's wait until the shot is fired!"

After a series of events, Samuel inexplicably developed a greater trust in Logan, an old man who looked to be at least sixty years old.

Since he said to wait until the gunshots were fired before letting them act, Samuel felt that they should follow his orders, as this might increase their chances of winning.

boom!

Just then, the gun door slammed shut.

The next moment, ear-piercing gunshots and panicked shouts erupted inside the gun barrel.

The silent jungle was instantly awakened by the sudden sound, and the crows in the forest flapped their wings and quickly fled.

The six lookouts were startled by the sudden slamming of the door and the startling gunshots, and they raised their guns, staring intently at the door.

"Damn it! They've made their move!"

Samuel did not hesitate any longer, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, instantly taking down one person.

The sudden turn of events startled the five people remaining outside the door.

But they reacted quickly, swiftly flipping over and hiding behind the fence.

All the bullets fired by Samuel and his two companions were blocked by the fence.

At the same time, the five men raised their pistols above their heads and continued to fire back at Samuel and his two companions.

Samuel and Conrad could only hide behind the trees.

The situation reached a stalemate for a time.

The gunfire inside the gun was even more intense, the piercing sound echoing through the woods.

"Damn, so many people managed to turn LeBron James into a sieve!"

Samuel looked in the direction of the gun, his heart filled with worry.

Unfortunately, they are currently being blocked outside by a few lookouts and are unable to provide any support.

"Damn it, that old guy is committing suicide! If we had kept driving away, we might have had a chance, but he chose such a remote place to ambush us!"

Conrad hid himself tightly behind a tree, firing back at the guards while muttering under his breath, "If we lose the goods because of this old man's arrogance, none of us will be happy!"

"If you hadn't insisted on drinking, we wouldn't have run into these guys!"

Samuel retorted, unconvinced.

"you!"

Conrad glared at Samuel but said nothing more, continuing to fire bullets at the guards.

At the same time, a pungent smell of blood permeated the gun barrel.

In the dimly lit gun barrel, two bodies lay in pools of blood, while the remaining eight men huddled back to back, firing into the darkness.

Blindly firing at each shot shows they have no idea where their opponent is. Logan's unpredictable movements make them feel like they're fighting a ghost!

Logan was weaving through a hail of bullets, bullets whizzing past him, their hot tips almost touching his body.

Yet, in the darkness, he remained fearless, his figure shifting and turning like lightning, like a shooting star tearing through the night sky, making it impossible for anyone to detect his presence.

His dark pupils, like those of a wolf, allowed him to see even more clearly in the dark than in daylight.

He abandoned his pistol, and the wind-powered steel claws extending from between his fists gleamed silver in the moonlight.

His figure tumbled in the darkness, suddenly lunging at a gang member's face.

The man only felt a gust of wind sweep past him, and when he came to his senses, a face devoid of emotion appeared before him, as if death itself had descended upon him.

The next moment, sharp steel claws ripped through his chest, warm blood splattered out, his life force vanished instantly, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The other gang members noticed that another comrade had fallen, their faces filled with terror, but they couldn't see the enemy's location at all and could only fire blindly in the dark!

Logan, who had already disappeared again, reached out and wiped the blood from his face.

The pungent smell of blood made his mind incredibly clear, and the killing gradually awakened the bestiality within him, his cold eyes reflecting extreme bloodlust!

The next moment, he flashed out again.

In an instant, a head flew off, and the severed neck gushed hot blood like a fountain.

The head landed squarely on the shoulder of another gang member.

The man turned his head and saw his companion's head staring intently at him, and his mental defenses completely collapsed.

"A ghost! This is definitely a ghost!"

Unable to contain his fear, he screamed, threw his pistol, and turned to run towards the door.

But what met them was a pair of icy eyes that were a hundred times more terrifying than death itself.

The next moment, the piercing pain of his heart being ripped open made him utterly desperate.

On his deathbed, he finally realized what terrifying being he and his group had provoked...

In the darkness, Logan showed no sign of stopping. He rolled over again, appearing like a ghost behind another gang member.

Before the man could react, sharp steel claws pierced his neck in an instant, and he fell heavily to the ground...

Logan was like a ruthless wolf with precise aim, his figure twisting and turning rapidly inside the gun, and with each pause, someone would fall into a pool of blood.

The dark environment, and Logan's ghostly presence, threw all the gang members into complete disarray.

They tried desperately to find Logan in the darkness, but no matter what they did, they couldn't find him. They could only watch helplessly as their companions fell one by one.

Logan is incredibly fast.

At this moment, he had completely transformed into a hungry wolf in the forest, becoming an unpredictable afterimage in the darkness.

The cramped space inside the gunhouse did not restrict his movements at all. He moved freely inside, appearing in unexpected places and easily taking the life of the person.

In just over ten seconds, the enemy fell to the ground, their painful screams, terrified shouts, the crisp sound of guns hitting the ground, and the dull thud of corpses falling echoing throughout the bay.

The last enemy who tried to escape the gun fell, but did not die immediately.

The fear of impending death made his eyes widen, and he finally saw the terrifying enemy clearly. The blood gushing from his mouth prevented him from uttering any words of pleading.

Logan looked at him, intending to finish him off with his steel claws.

But then he realized that his claws hadn't fully extended by the end of the battle; only a small part of his head was showing.

Left with no other option, he picked up the pistol from the ground and aimed it at the head of the terrified gang member.

boom!

The floor was instantly soaked with blood, and the stench of blood permeated the entire cabin.

"call--"

Logan let out a long breath, but instead of resting, he immediately ran to his car, opened the door, took out several bottles of mineral water, and washed the blood off his body.

Touching the several bullet holes in his body, he didn't have time to remove the shrapnel. He quickly put on his coat, buttoned it all up, and then collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

boom!

The door was suddenly flung open.

Samuel, having dealt with the guards outside, rushed in with Josh and Conrad, pistols in hand, ready to fire at any moment.

However, the next moment, the pupils of the three people instantly contracted.

The corpses lay scattered on the ground, their faces filled with terror, as if they had seen death itself.

The bloodstains on the ground vividly testify to the horrific battle that took place here.

Logan sat on the ground, watching their figures, panting heavily.

At that moment, Samuel and the other two felt a chill run down their spines, staring at Logan in disbelief at what was happening before their eyes!

Ten armed gang members died at Logan's hands!

Logan doesn't even seem to be injured at all, how is that possible!

They stared at Logan in astonishment, a feeling of suffocation washing over them.

At this moment, they finally realized just how terrifying the fighting power of this man who looked to be in his sixties was.

Even the arrogant Conrad was so frightened by this scene that his heart stopped.

What happened tonight will likely be something they will never forget for the rest of their lives!

Logan looked at them, downed the remaining half-bottle of mineral water in his hand, and remained calm.

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(End of this chapter)