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Chapter 37: The Plan Failed?

shhhhhh!

Logan kept pulling the trigger of the laser cannon, and a dazzling blue laser bullet shot out from the muzzle, instantly blasting the guard to pieces and causing his body to explode.

Blood spread like rain, splattering onto the faces of the surrounding guards, mixed with bits of flesh.

These horrifying scenes completely terrified the surrounding guards, leaving them stunned and frozen in place.

Under the intense firepower of the laser cannons, the guards had no chance to fight back. In just a few minutes, all the guards in the surrounding area were completely wiped out.

Logan, holding the scorching hot laser cannon, looked at the gruesome scene of minced meat scattered on the ground, and a hint of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

As expected of Chitauri's high-end equipment, its power is much greater than I imagined.

Just then, Logan heard hurried footsteps outside. Clearly, the commotion had attracted the attention of the patrol team outside, and they were rushing over in large numbers.

Logan didn't want to get entangled with them any longer, so he quickly threw down the scorching laser cannon and fled back along the same route, from the ventilation shaft.

While all the guards were distracted by the warehouse, I quickly left, dusted myself off, and rushed back to the tavern.

"James, come on, let's have a drink!"

As soon as he returned to his seat, Samuel put his arm around Logan's shoulder and kept raising his glass to him. He was completely drunk, reeking of alcohol and muttering incoherently.

Josh was the same way, completely drunk and oblivious to the fact that Logan had been gone for a long time, and kept trying to get Logan to drink with him.

Logan calmed himself down a bit, had the bartender fill his glass, raised it, and laughed loudly, "Drink!"

However, when he was drinking, his eyes would always habitually dart towards the door, and his mind was not on the wine glass at all.

He knew that the logistics warehouse must be in complete chaos, and Chris might even be on his way.

After all, such a big thing happened, not only did many guards die, but their weapons were almost stolen. The Lawrence family must be furious.

But what worried Logan was not the Lawrence family's wrath. He had been very careful in this matter, and the Lawrence family should not find out that he was the one who did it in the short term.

What worries him is that if this place is outside Tony's detector range, Steve and Natasha won't be able to detect the fluctuations of the weapon activation, which would be troublesome.

A ten-kilometer radius isn't small, but it's not large enough to cover the entire city of Santa Fe, especially since this is the outskirts of Santa Fe.

Moreover, now that such a thing has happened, the Lawrence family will definitely keep a close watch on the weapons, and may even move them in time. He will not have the chance to start the laser cannon again.

Now, all he could do was pray that Steve and the others had noticed when the weapon was activated.

As Logan was drinking with his thoughts on his mind, his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Looking down, I saw it was Chris calling.

"Feed".

Logan answered the phone, also pretending to be slightly tipsy.

"Something's happened!"

Chris roared, clearly enraged, "Someone's trying to hijack the warehouse in the north! Their target is the batch of weapons you brought back!"

"The weapon is lost?"

Logan asked the question knowing the answer already.

"No, the weapons are still there."

Chris roared, "But he killed more than a dozen of our guards! With weapons I've never even used before! And I'm sure they'll come back; the Juarez family won't give up so easily."

"The Juarez family?"

Logan was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized, "They did it?"

Clearly, Chris had already come up with a scapegoat for Logan.

There is no direct evidence.

Chris said calmly, "But I'm sure it's them. I've increased the guards here, but it's not enough. I need you to come!"

He paused, then asked, "Why is it so noisy over there? Also, where are Samuel and the others? I called them, but couldn't get through."

"I was drinking with them at the pub." Logan glanced around the noisy pub. "They probably didn't hear the phone ringing."

"Damn it, my warehouse has been attacked, and you guys are still drinking?!"

Chris roared and continued, "Get them all over here! This batch of weapons is dangerous!"

Logan paused for a moment, then glanced at Samuel and Josh, who were slumped on the table, drunk. "They... are having trouble even getting up right now."

"Fuck, of all times, it had to break down now!"

Chris roared angrily again, "Forget about them, I need a strong ally now!"

Logan was silent for a moment.

In fact, he didn't want to go to the warehouse at this time, since if Steve and the others intercepted the signal to activate the laser gun, they would most likely be on their way to the warehouse.

He didn't want to clash with the Avengers again.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't think of any reason to refuse, so he could only nod helplessly and say, "I'll go right away."

After hanging up the phone, Logan sighed, downed the drink in his glass, and headed to the logistics warehouse.

There were noticeably more guards around the warehouse, with teams constantly patrolling the area. The security was so tight that not even a mouse could get in. Even Logan was questioned by the guards, and only after confirming that Chris had summoned him was he allowed to pass through and arrive at the warehouse office.

"The surveillance footage didn't capture anything?"

Before even stepping inside, Logan heard Chris roar, "Do you think I'm just keeping you guys around to eat? How could I let him in so easily!"

Logan knocked and went in. Chris was sitting in the boss's chair, with several warehouse managers standing opposite him, heads bowed and silent as if trembling with fear.

"Boss."

Logan stepped forward and stood next to the several managers, greeting Chris.

Chris's face was contorted with rage, but upon seeing Logan, his anger subsided slightly. He said sternly, "I need you to stay here tonight. You must ensure the safety of the weapons. Anyone who trespasses must be killed on sight. We cannot allow those bastards from the Juarez family to have any opportunity!"

"it is good."

Although he was unwilling, Logan had no choice but to nod in agreement.

After giving the managers a thorough dressing-down, Chris got up and left.

Logan stayed there all night.

But the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. that we had imagined did not appear, and the night was extremely quiet.

As dawn approached, there was still no movement, which made Logan somewhat worried.

Did Steve and his team leave the monitoring area, and thus their plan fell through?

Logan frowned and subconsciously turned his head to look at the two boxes of weapons.

Chris did not move them temporarily; the two boxes of weapons are still sitting quietly in the warehouse.

Logan hesitated, wondering if he should find another opportunity to restart the weapon.

But this idea lingered until the next morning, when the sky was just beginning to lighten, and it was never put into practice.

Because of what happened, the Lawrence family now has far too many guards.

Every few minutes, a patrol squad would pass by the weapon, giving Logan no chance to activate it.

Moreover, even if it is activated, he will probably be discovered by the guards, and then he will definitely be exposed.

(End of this chapter)