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Chapter 53 Victor in the Cage

"Maybe, but I don't remember."

Logan calmly shrugged at Nordland.

But Notland persisted, staring at Logan's face, stroking her chin and muttering, "We must have met before, perhaps at some gathering, but neither of us noticed."

"Maybe."

Logan nodded, displaying an aloof indifference.

But his indifference didn't dampen Notland's desire to chat. She shifted closer to Logan and whispered, "You came for that thing too?"

"What is it?"

Logan frowned slightly and turned his head to ask.

"you do not know?"

Notland seemed somewhat surprised. "Mutants, huh? I thought everyone at this auction would know that."

"Mutants?"

Logan feigned surprise, "I thought they were extinct long ago."

No.

Notland shook his head. "It's just that the numbers have become extremely rare."

Logan pondered for a moment, glanced at Nottland, and asked indirectly, "What type of mutant is this item in the auction? If I remember correctly, there are many different kinds."

"It's a saber-toothed tiger."

Nottland noticed Logan's interest and immediately perked up. "That guy looks no different from a normal person. He wouldn't attract any attention on the street. He's a Level 4 mutant. There aren't that many of these guys, not to mention how rare mutants are now. Even decades ago when the mutant community was at its peak, there weren't that many."

"interesting."

Logan stroked his chin and muttered, "How did the organizers manage to get their hands on a guy like that?"

"Hehe." Notland smiled slyly, a glint of shrewdness in her eyes. "How about it, tempted? Want to name a price later?"

He is a seller of Victor, and the higher the price of Victor can be driven up, the greater his profits will be. For this reason, he has already encouraged many people.

"Not interested."

Logan said with a bored expression, "I remember those guys are very dangerous. What use would I be if I bought them? As bodyguards? They might just turn their guns on me first."

This answer clearly disappointed Notland, who looked at Logan with some surprise and asked in astonishment, "You came here and don't even know the role of mutants?"

"I don't know." Logan remained calm. "I just heard that this auction would be very interesting, and since I've been quite free lately, I brought my daughter here to relax."

As he spoke, he pointed to Laura sitting in the seat next to him.

Notland glanced at Laura, the strange fellow, who would choose to come to an auction to relax.

Although surprised, Notland didn't say much. After all, rich people often have their own little quirks. Instead, he continued to promote mutants, "Those guys' organs are very valuable, such as hearts, livers, and kidneys. People on the dark web are offering high prices to collect them. If you buy them here and resell them, you might make a lot of money."

He had originally considered doing the same thing to Victor, contacting buyers on the dark web, but after thinking it over, he felt it wasn't a safe bet.

After all, no one knows whether the other party will trade with them for money or negotiate the price with bullets. In the end, it is still more safe to choose the auction, even though the price will be lower, at least it is safe and stable.

"Why are they seeking mutant organs?"

Logan asked with some curiosity.

"God knows."

Notland shrugged indifferently. "Maybe it's for experiments? Or maybe they want to transplant it into themselves to gain some abilities. Anyway, someone will always want to buy it."

The conversation between the two was abruptly ended by the lights suddenly dimming, and the spotlight was turned on the auctioneer on the stage.

In the dim light, Logan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the anger in his heart was erupting wildly in the dim environment.

The X-Men, mutants, once made terrible sacrifices to protect the world and to protect these ignorant people!

In just a few decades, they went from being revered heroes to being fugitives hated by everyone, and even their clansmen became commodities that could be openly sold!

These people who were once under their protection have now become high-ranking so-called successful people, coveting the organs of those former heroes!

Logan clenched his teeth, his muscles bulging beneath his suit.

Laura, standing to the side, also glared with her dark, grape-like eyes, which were fixed on Nortland, revealing her anger.

Meanwhile, the auction was in full swing. The fifth item was carried onto the auction stage by a waiter. Like the previous four, it was a beautiful antique from a long time ago. The auctioneer held up the gavel, introduced the antique's origin and starting price, and kept encouraging the people below to bid.

However, it was clear that no one present was there for the antiques, and there were not many bidders. In the end, the item was sold to a wealthy white businessman for 20 percent more than the starting price.

"Congratulations to Mr. No. 67 for successfully bidding on this exquisite sword. Now, let's move on to one of the highlights of this auction: a very rare and precious collectible that I'm sure everyone here will find very interesting!"

The lights in the room began to flash as the auctioneer spoke passionately.

At the same time, a waiter crouched down beside Nottland and whispered something in his ear. Nottland then got up excitedly and left, raising an eyebrow at Logan beside him before departing, saying, "The main event is here!"

Logan frowned as he watched Nordland's retreating figure.

The auctioneer on stage shouted excitedly, "Let's welcome our sixth item tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge cage was carried up by six servants.

The specially made cage is constructed with thick, heavy iron at the top and bottom, and has sturdy steel bars in the middle.

Inside the cage was a man whose limbs were bound by huge chains.

His unkempt beard looked extremely messy, his hair was also tangled and covered in mud, and his worn-out suit looked like it had just been pulled out of a garbage dump. He looked like a wild man who had just been dragged out of the jungle.

Even as a prisoner, his eyes remained terrifyingly cold, as if the temperature around him had dropped several degrees because of those sinister gazes.

"Victor!"

Logan recognized the person in the cage as his brother, Victor!

By this time, he had long lost his fearsome reputation as a saber-toothed tiger and was more like a wildcat that anyone could bully.

"Tonight's sixth lot comes from an ancient and mysterious race: the mutant—the Sabretooth Tiger!"

The auctioneer, brandishing his gavel, explained in a loud voice to the crowd, "This is a ferocious beast. It took six times the normal dose of anesthetic to bring him to this state. Don't let his filthy and listless appearance fool you; his explosive power is astonishing. His fingernails, which can extend at will, can easily pierce steel. Both his strength and speed far surpass those of ordinary people. His internal organs are flawless; he's simply a perfect treasure..."

He kept pointing at Victor in the cage, listing detailed data on everything from his height and weight to the length and thickness of his limbs, just like when introducing the antiques. All the parameters were incredibly clear, as if the person in the cage wasn't a person at all, but a beautiful inanimate object.

His introduction aroused immense curiosity among everyone at the auction, who stared wide-eyed at Victor in the cage and nodded repeatedly.

As the auction began, everyone kept raising their paddles, vying to give their bids.

"One million three hundred thousand, I'll take this stray cat!"

"One and a half million! My zoo needs a guy like that!"

"Two million? My family's animal shelter would be perfect for him!"

"..."

The entire auction erupted in excitement. In their eyes, the creature in the cage was not a species at all, but a strange animal.

Each bid made Logan's expression grow increasingly grim. His gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the backstage area of ​​the auction.

He leaned down and whispered in Laura's ear, "Go wait for me at the door."

After saying that, he stood up without hesitation, clenched his fists, and walked backstage.

(End of this chapter)