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

Chapter 2: The Wolf's Counterattack, Awakening New Abilities!

Logan clenched his fists and stared coldly at the five Mexican men in front of him.

This body may be old, but he's not a fish on a chopping board, and a few armed Mexicans can't just bully him!

"Kids, come at me all at once."

Logansen coldly stared at the group. Before the Mexican man with the gun could pull the trigger again, he stomped his back foot on the ground and leaped high into the air, like a wolf pouncing on its prey. His huge fist slammed into the Mexican man's face.

He did not reveal his steel claws.

His advanced age prevented him from extending his steel claws, and secondly, he didn't want to reveal his identity.

Steel Claw's features are too obvious. Once word gets out, those guys who want to kill mutants will probably notice San Antonio immediately.

He doesn't want to give up this relatively peaceful life yet.

Even without using the steel claws, the sheer power of his muscles and fists was enough to break the old Mexican's nose, roll his eyes back, and send him sprawling unconscious in front of Logan.

"My God."

Klu, who was hiding half of his body behind the hotel door, stared in disbelief.

I had really underestimated James before.

This alcoholic ride-hailing driver probably has many untold stories to tell.

The other four Mexican men, seeing their leader lying on the ground with blood seeping from his mouth and nose, were momentarily confused.

After exchanging glances, the four of them subconsciously swallowed.

"He...he's all alone!"

One of them suddenly shouted, "Attack together!"

The four men immediately pulled out batons from their pockets, swung them around, and charged toward Logan.

Old Mexican, who was at the forefront, raised his black baton and smashed it down on Logan's head without hesitation.

But Logan dodged, and the baton missed its mark.

Before the Mexican could stop, Logan's huge fist swiftly swung out, striking the Mexican directly in the abdomen.

With just one punch, he dented the old Mexican's abdomen, the immense force sending him flying several meters back, where he lay on the ground clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.

The other three Mexicans' expressions changed drastically upon seeing this, but they had no time to pay attention to their companion's situation. They swung their sticks together, trying to subdue Logan in one fell swoop.

But one of them was suddenly grabbed by Logan's outstretched hand.

The large hand, like an iron clamp, firmly controlled the old Mo's arm.

Logan grabbed the Mexican man's arm to block a baton that came flying from the other side, and at the same time, he used his elbow to strike the Mexican man in the chest.

Click!

With a crisp crack, the old Mo's chest visibly caved in, his ribs broke, and he collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Logan reached out again, grabbed the neck of an old Mexican man on his left, lifted him up like a chick, and hurled him away.

The old Mo was like a kite with a broken string; he flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

At that moment, an old Mexican man quietly approached Logan from behind and slammed his baton hard into Logan's broad back.

The expected scenario of Logan collapsing in pain did not occur.

The old Mexican felt as if he had been hit by a steel plate; his palms were numb from the shock, and the baton in his hand bent a large section.

Upon seeing this, the old Mo was filled with terror and completely lost the will to resist. He turned around and tried to run away.

Logan wasn't about to give him that chance. He reached out and grabbed the old Mexican by the shoulder, then swung his other hand without hesitation, sending the old Mexican flying several meters before he collapsed to the ground.

In just two minutes, the four Mexicans were completely unable to resist.

The Mexican man who was first hit in the abdomen seemed unwilling to give up and struggled to crawl toward the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

Logan merely glanced at him before abruptly stomping down.

The pistol was instantly crushed into pieces.

Upon seeing this, the old Mo was instantly terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that Logan had held back; otherwise, with his strength, he could have easily twisted their heads off!

"Get as far away as you can."

Logan left a cold remark.

The four Mexican men who had fallen to the ground didn't dare to say anything. They hurriedly got up, carried their unconscious eldest brother, and fled for their lives. They disappeared into the night in no time.

Watching the five men's retreating figures, Logan looked disdainful, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and sneered, "All you have is a gun, and you're trying to rob people."

But this is normal. In the free United States, guns are free, and basically every household has one or two guns.

However, the control over handguns and fully automatic rifles, which are easy to conceal, is very strict. It seems that these Mexicans must have gone to great lengths to get their hands on such a handgun.

"James, another drink?"

Klu, who was hiding half of his body behind the door, hesitated to speak, but ultimately did not ask.

He was certain that this guy who called himself James had a story to tell.

However, in San Antonio, a place where all sorts of people mingle, this situation is not uncommon.

"Another one..." Logan said, turning to head back to the hotel, but a sudden "ding" in his mind made him stop. "Wait, I think I'm already drunk."

You dare to resist, you refuse to be a fish on the chopping block.

[Prestige +1]

Logan stared blankly at the dark blue panel that appeared in front of him.

He shook his head, the chilly night wind hitting his face. After confirming that he wasn't drunk, he suddenly felt a bit dazed.

It seems like only I can see this thing?

Endurance: 6

【Strength】: 7

[Agility]: 7

Speed: 7

[Intelligence]: 5

[Defense]: 7

[Willpower]: 10

[Fighting Skills]: 7

[Prestige (Special)]: 1

[Special Attributes]: None available

[Special Ability]: Self-Healing Factor

[Current physical condition]: Gradually weakening, in poor condition!

[Current Free Attribute Points]: 0

What does that mean?

Logan stared at the suddenly appearing data panel and noticed the small print at the bottom of the panel.

[Except for special values, the normal value for all other data indicators is: 5]

[Increasing your prestige will grant you corresponding rewards.]

[Note: Gaining prestige within a clan has double the effect.]

Rewards may include free attributes, or special abilities and attributes.

Logan stared at the small print for a moment before he realized what it meant.

"Have I awakened a new ability?"

Having multiple abilities is rare among mutants, but it doesn't mean they don't exist.

Some mutants, in addition to the mutant abilities they are born with, may also awaken new abilities during their growth.

Jean Grey from Xavier's School of Geniuses had two mutant abilities: mind control and telekinesis.

However, Logan never expected that he would awaken a new ability at his current age.

Based on the new insights that flooded his mind, he realized that these abilities were linked to his race. By increasing his prestige within the mutant race, he could enhance his own strength and gain the Freedom attribute.

Furthermore, gaining prestige from ordinary people can also enhance one's own standing, although the effect is less than that of changing one's race.

As Logan came to understand his new ability, his astonished expression gradually turned to joy.

His current condition is really bad. His increasing age, coupled with the corrosive effects of external factors, has caused his body to deteriorate day by day.

Moreover, mutants are currently treated like rats in the street. He is wanted by the government and lives a life of barely surviving with his elderly husband, Charles Xavier.

No one wants to die with regrets, and Logan was no exception; even years of torment could not extinguish the passion in his heart.

"Are you going to drink or not?"

Seeing Logan suddenly stop, Krue mistakenly thought he was worried the gunshots would attract the police and laughed, "In this godforsaken place, if we don't call the police, nobody will bother us."

"drink!"

Logan's weathered face broke into a smile. He didn't answer, but simply laughed heartily and replied, "Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

The emergence of his new ability gave him a glimmer of hope, and he drank heavily until late at night.

He didn't leave the hotel until the early hours of the morning, clutching a bottle of liquor, and staggered back to his car to rest.

Over the years, as an Uber driver, he has rarely gone "home." What he calls "home" is actually an abandoned old factory. There is no warmth of home there, and coupled with his busy work schedule, he usually spends the night in his car.

In the back seat of the vehicle, Logan lay down and looked up at the starry sky through the sunroof.

The starlight tonight is different from any other night.

The stars looked exceptionally bright, and the night breeze felt exceptionally comfortable.

(End of this chapter)