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

Chapter 41 Wolverine with Heat Vision, Donald is plunged into fear!

Fully armed gunmen surrounded the entire hotel, pointing their guns at the second floor.

The quality of these gunmen was clearly far superior to that of the dozen or so men in front of them. Their tactical maneuvers and coordination were on par with elite troops, and they were armed with powerful rifles.

"Logan, you've brought this upon yourself!"

With reinforcements arriving, Donald instantly felt emboldened. He stepped out of the room, looked up at the second floor, and shouted, "An old bastard with one foot in the grave, dreaming of being a hero? Get the hell out here now!"

bang bang bang! ! !

His response was a bullet flying out of a second-floor window.

The hotel has only two floors, with an open corridor on the second floor, so even if Logan is hiding in his room, he can still launch a counterattack on the first floor.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Donald's expression changed, and he instinctively rolled over to hide behind the car, the bullet almost grazing his back.

Donald leaned against the car door, shrinking himself tightly into the back of the vehicle, and angrily rebuked, "You ungrateful wretch!"

With that, he suddenly waved his hand, "Kill him!"

Bang bang bang! !

At the command, all the gunmen pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

The intense gunfire, like firecrackers, echoed throughout the hotel, and countless bullets flew out.

The windows were completely shattered, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes, leaving the place in ruins.

"Damn, there are quite a lot of them!"

Inside the room, Logan leaned against the window, gritting his teeth and speaking in a low voice.

Bullets kept whizzing over his head, and he didn't even have a chance to raise his gun to fight back. If he showed his head, he would be riddled with bullets at any moment!

Leaning against the wall, Laura remained silent. The anesthetic made her look extremely weak, her limp body unable to move at all. Yet, despite the rain of bullets, her clear eyes showed no fear whatsoever.

Gabriela stood beside Laura, holding her head tightly and shielding her with his body. The piercing gunshots made her pale, and she said with shame, "I'm sorry, Logan. I misunderstood you before. I thought you were no longer Wolverine."

A few days ago, she had lost all hope in Logan. If it weren't for the last vestige of faith in her heart, she probably would have already fled with Laura again.

At that time, she felt that Logan was a drunkard whose edges had long been worn down, who was addicted to alcohol and whose life had long since destroyed him.

But now Logan is standing right in front of me.

Gabriela felt deeply guilty. Listening to the intense gunfire outside, her face turned ashen, and she whispered, "Actually... Donald was right, you didn't need to come."

She sought out Logan because of unrealistic fantasies, but now she sees reality clearly: they will only become a burden to Logan.

"Instead of wasting time talking about this, you might as well save your energy for running away!"

Logan glanced up slightly at the outside.

Donald's men were indeed quite numerous, with over thirty well-trained, heavily armed soldiers. Sending so many people showed that Donald valued himself highly.

Of course, in the past, let alone this many people, even if there were twice as many, it would have been as easy for him as cutting melons and vegetables.

But things are different now; his body can't withstand the strain any longer.

Logan took a deep breath and turned to Gabriela, instructing her, "You all stay in the room and wait. No matter what happens, don't come out."

Gabriela frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but Logan had already stood up, pushed open the eye-catching door, and walked out with his hands raised.

"Don't shoot!"

Donald saw Logan's movements as he left and quickly stopped the gunman.

The intense gunfire subsided instantly, and the entire hotel returned to silence.

Donald looked up, squinted at Logan, and stared at him with amusement, seemingly pleased to see this once-famous superhero groveling before him.

"Donald, let's talk."

Logan walked to the edge of the corridor, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings as he spoke.

There were more than thirty gunmen in total. In addition to those lined up on the first floor to attack, several others were assigned to completely block all the exits.

In this situation, unless they can fly, they simply cannot force their way out.

"It seems that a major battle is inevitable if we want to escape."

Logan muttered to himself, his hands still raised, to show Donald that he wasn't carrying any equipment.

"Bring Laura out first."

Donald sounded smug, as if victory was assured.

He was very confident in his plan for today; in his eyes, Logan and his men were nothing more than fish in a barrel!

Logan shook his head and said, "I'll go back with you. Let Laura go. She's just a child. She comes from my genes. Compared to her, I'm obviously more valuable for research."

"puff."

Donald chuckled and laughed loudly, "Logan, you overestimate yourself. You're just a dying old wolf, yet you think you're young!"

In the past, Wolverine was a treasure trove for Project X; even a drop of his blood or a single hair would have driven the group of biologists in white coats crazy.

But now, the aging wolf is a drunkard with alcohol flowing in his blood.

Whether it's his self-healing factor that he was so proud of or the X gene in his body, they've all become lifeless waste. He's not even as good as the crippled X-24 now!

How can such an old wolf be compared to the perfect X-23?

"So, there's no room for negotiation?"

Logan's expression turned slightly cold.

What do you think?

Donald scoffed. "You don't even have any bargaining chips. Why should I talk to you?"

hum...

Since there's nothing to talk about.

Logan lowered his hands, pulled out his pistol, and threw it down.

Seeing the fallen pistol, Donald mistakenly thought Logan was about to surrender, and a smile immediately spread across his face as he stepped forward to arrest Logan himself.

Just then, a chilling sense of danger suddenly enveloped his heart.

"Then please pass on a message to Satan for me!"

A voice as cold as the dead of winter burst from Logan's mouth.

The next moment, those murderous eyes suddenly shone with a bright red light, so dazzling that it was clearly visible even in broad daylight.

An incredibly high temperature suddenly spread around the hotel, the scorching heat making it feel as if one had instantly arrived in the depths of a desert.

Several withered green plants on the second-floor railing caused white smoke to rise as moisture evaporated from the air.

Before Donald could react, two crimson lasers shot out from Logan's eyes.

Boom!

The scorching beam of light carried unparalleled and terrifying power, so much so that even space itself could not withstand the intense heat and began to distort!

Along with the high temperatures came a terrifying energy that sent chills down everyone's spines!

An overwhelming sense of fear instantly reverberated deep within Donald's heart.

(End of this chapter)