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Chapter 78 The Return of the Wolf, the Truth of History

In the early morning, a misty fog drifted through the mountains and forests. There was no noise of cars or people, only the clear chirping of birds.

Fresh air seeped into the room from outside the window, and Logan slept soundly on the bed with a contented look on his face.

After years of living on the run, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. Even his biological clock, which usually woke him up on time, relaxed in this comfortable environment, allowing him to sleep for an unusually long time.

Unfortunately, this leisurely time was interrupted by Lorna's knocking on the door, who informed Logan that he had to leave.

Victor had already woken up when the knocking sounded. The group went to the cafeteria, ate a sandwich for breakfast, and then it was time to set off.

Laura, who was also having breakfast in the cafeteria, noticed their movements and quickly came over and tugged at Logan's trouser leg, indicating that she wanted to go with them too.

However, Logan rejected her request, preferring that the girl stay with her friends.

Fortunately, Laura was very understanding and didn't insist. She just told Logan to be careful and then went back to have breakfast with her friends.

When Logan and his team arrived at the pickup truck carrying the goods, they discovered that an orange-haired woman would be traveling with them.

Sonia Simonson, codenamed Dream, can add to or erase other people's memories by exhaling mist. Like the professor, she is a rare psychopath.

However, her abilities were clearly inferior to the professor's.

The purchase list was simple: food, medicine, and some daily necessities from the farm.

At the same time, they also need to haul the crops from the farm out to sell. By this time, the pickup truck bed is already full of eggs, milk, and the handicrafts that everyone usually makes.

"We're back to square one."

In the driver's seat of the pickup truck, Logan looked at the navigation on his phone map and couldn't help but smile wryly, "I didn't expect that in Canada, I would still have to transport goods."

"Stop complaining, just drive!"

Victor, in the passenger seat, seemed extremely excited. He was clearly looking forward to this city that existed only in his memories from two hundred years ago, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Alberta, we're back!"

The conversation between the two piqued Laura's interest in the back seat. She leaned over and asked curiously, "Uncle Wolf, have you been here before?"

Logan nodded. "To be precise, I came from Edmonton, Alberta, which is my hometown."

"Hey, this is my hometown too."

Victor couldn't help but complain, looking at Lorna with displeasure and saying, "Kid, you should ask me."

Lorna nodded, then asked curiously again, "Do you want to go back and check? Sonia and I can deliver the goods back first, and you can go back when you have time. I'll explain to Mackay, and I think he'll understand."

Upon hearing this, Logan and Victor fell silent instantly, their cheerful tone seemingly shattered by these words.

go back?

They don't even know if Howlett Farm still exists. Perhaps it has been occupied by someone else, or maybe it has been turned into a commercial and residential area. In any case, it will never be the same as they remember it.

Seeing their silence, Lorna immediately realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly said, "I'm sorry."

She then realized that Logan and the others were almost two hundred years old, and it was very likely that the home they knew so well had long since disappeared. This topic had clearly touched a nerve with them.

"It's alright, go deliver the goods first."

Logan shook his head, started the pickup truck, and slowly drove away from the farm.

Having run the farm for so many years, Maika has taken care of everything. Whether it's eggs, milk, or handicrafts, there are dedicated buyers.

Logan and his team only needed to drive there to collect the money; they didn't even need to move the goods themselves, as there would be dedicated workers to unload them.

Only after Lorna's explanation did Logan and Victor realize the importance of the cargo on the truck.

Eggs, milk, and these handicrafts are the farm's main source of income. The more than 130 people in the shelter rely on these to make a living. Without these products, the shelter simply wouldn't be able to support so many people.

Moreover, to avoid attracting attention, the shelter's farm was specifically located in the mountains far from the city, in a very remote area. It took more than two hours of driving to reach downtown Edmonton.

Alberta is a province, while Edmonton is a city within that province.

On the bus, Logan looked at the tall buildings in the city and the cars speeding by on the road, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

"The changes are too great; this is completely different from the Edmonton I remember."

Looking at the bustling city, Logan couldn't help but sigh. When he left, most of the houses here were no more than two stories high, the roads were muddy dirt roads that became very muddy when it rained, and the main means of transportation on the road was horse-drawn carriages.

In just two hundred years, this place has become a completely modern city, erasing all his memories of it.

"In two hundred years, the changes here can be described as earth-shattering."

Victor also looked on with emotion. The city no longer resembled anything they knew. Even the hills and forests that once stood there had been leveled for the city's development, and high-rise buildings had been erected on top of them.

Lorna and Sonia in the back seat clearly couldn't understand the current state of mind of these two old fogies, and could only shake their heads helplessly.

Guided by Lorna, Logan found the buyer and sold the goods in his car. Then, Logan drove to the shopping mall where he had purchased the goods.

"We need to buy quite a lot of things today. If we do it all at once, it might be too late. We'll have to split up and buy them separately."

Lorna looked at the list McCullod had made and felt a headache coming on.

Logan glanced at the list and said, "Let's split up and buy them. Just tell us where we can find these things."

Anyway, this is Canada, so the danger isn't that high. Plus, Lorna is quite strong in combat, so going their separate ways shouldn't be too dangerous.

Lorna nodded. "That's the only thing we can do now."

After saying that, she tore off a piece of the list and handed it to Logan. "These are the medicines needed for shelter. You can go to the pharmacy about a kilometer ahead. McCa has already contacted the pharmacy and they will prepare the medicines according to the list. Sonia and I will go buy daily necessities and food. We will meet here in an hour and a half."

"Okay, sure."

Logan took the list, glanced at it, and nodded in agreement.

Lorna and Sonia turned and entered the mall to begin shopping for the items on their list.

Logan and Victor then drove to the pharmacy.

Just as Lorna said, the process of buying the medicine was very simple. Once the people in the pharmacy knew it was McCa's medicine, they took the list and prepared it.

However, the staff informed them that the pharmacy was too busy today and it would probably take an hour to prepare the medicine.

"We can't just wait here for an hour."

Victor stood at the entrance of the pharmacy, kicking pebbles at his feet out of boredom.

"So what do you want to do?"

Logan took out a cigarette, lit it, and responded by blowing smoke rings.

"Let's go for a drink. I saw a nice-looking bar on the way here."

Victor pointed to a tavern in the distance and made the suggestion with an excited expression.

"I'm not going."

Logan knew the two were drunkards and would definitely get drunk once they entered the pub, and he didn't want to ruin things because of drinking.

"Just two drinks, nothing will happen."

Victor pleaded, "Besides, don't you want to savor the local specialties and drinks from your hometown?"

Luo Ben wanted to continue refusing, but the memory of Wolverine in his mind was slightly touched by Victor's words.

Feeling the ripples of that memory deep within his mind, Logan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, let's go try it and see if it tastes the same as before."

Upon hearing this, Victor eagerly got into the car and volunteered to drive, taking Logan to the tavern they had just seen.

This is a tavern with a very ornate sign. The lettering on the sign is painted with gold paint, which reflects a rich golden color under the sunlight.

After parking the car, Victor eagerly pushed open the door and entered the tavern.

Because it was the weekend, the tavern was very lively, with many people raising their glasses and talking loudly. Only a few seats remained in the large tavern.

The tavern staff also turned on all the colored lights to create a drinking atmosphere in the middle of the day.

The bartender at the bar kept waving his cocktail glass, showing off a very cool set of bartending techniques, which attracted a group of girls who were completely infatuated.

After Logan and his companion found a seat, a waiter warmly greeted them and handed them the menu.

Victor excitedly took the package, looked at the densely packed menu, selected a few dishes he remembered, and then ordered two bottles of drinks.

Soon, the food and drinks were served, and Logan and Victor couldn't wait to take a bite.

"It's alright, not much has changed, it still tastes the same as before."

Victor chewed his food with a satisfied look on his face, then couldn't resist picking up his wine glass and taking a big gulp. He said excitedly, "This wine tastes just like it used to, not a bit different. You should try it."

Logan reluctantly took a sip, his face bitter as he said, "When I left with you, I hadn't even learned how to drink yet."

When Wolverine left this place, he was only thirteen years old, and his memory of the taste of the hometown liquor was blank.

"I did secretly drink it before, and it tasted just like the current one, but I got caught back then and almost got my legs broken."

Victor smiled as he held his wine glass, savoring the aroma of the wine and reminiscing about the past.

Logan smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's been almost two hundred years. It's a good thing you still remember."

"How could I forget?"

Victor took a sip of his drink, his face filled with emotion, "No matter what, we all started from here."

He paused, then glanced at Logan. "Have you forgotten?"

"How is that possible?"

Nearly two hundred years have passed, and when they returned, the place was no longer the familiar sight they knew.

Now, only these drinks and food remain, allowing them to access those ancient fragments of memory deep within their hearts.

After some reflection, the two finished their food and drink, paid the bill, and were about to leave.

But the door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of fully armed special police rushed in.

Their display of power instantly terrified the group of heavy drinkers in the tavern, who couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

The waiters hurriedly turned off the colorful lights and turned on all the main lights, illuminating the entire pub.

"The police are on duty; don't move!"

The SWAT team leader held up his badge and shouted at the panicked crowd.

Everyone was so frightened that they remained seated, not daring to move at all, looking at the way these people were acting.

Logan and Victor stood in front of the bar, watching the disciplinary team, their fists clenched behind their backs, steel claws clenched between their fingers, ready to strike.

I didn't expect these guys to come knocking on my door so quickly!

Victor also had a gloomy expression. He stood next to Logan, his hands outstretched, his fingers clenched, and his normally normal nails slowly turned sharp.

The SWAT team stormed into the tavern and quickly secured all the doors and windows.

To Logan's surprise, these guys didn't seem to be coming for them. Even as they ran past them, they didn't seem to notice that they were the two mutants on the wanted list. Instead, they were searching every corner of the tavern, as if looking for something.

Seeing this, Logan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time patted Victor to signal him to relax.

boom!

Suddenly, a small figure darted out from the crowd, moving with the speed of a small cheetah.

"Grab him!"

The captain of the disciplinary team panicked and pointed at the small figure, shouting loudly.

Logan looked closer and realized it was a girl who looked young, her face filled with panic.

Two special police officers guarding the back door were on high alert, ready to pounce on the little girl with their arms outstretched.

But suddenly she tore through space, passed through the guards, and ran straight into the alley behind the back door.

"A teleportation mutant?"

Victor stared in astonishment at the ability the girl had just displayed, confirming the nature of her mutant power.

Logan also looked at the space, which had been restored to its original state, with a look of surprise.

Teleportation is an extremely rare ability; I never expected to encounter it here.

However, it was clear that the girl had not yet mastered the ability, and the teleportation distance was not long.

"Hurry up and chase after them!"

The patrol captain shouted, and a group of special police officers rushed out to find the direction the girl had fled.

The disciplinary team leader and two other members remained inside the tavern, shouting at everyone, "Don't cause trouble! You can only leave after you sign the confidentiality agreement!"

But everyone saw the little girl use her mutant ability, which terrified many people, and the entire tavern was in complete chaos.

"Hurry up!"

While the riot police were managing the chaotic crowd in the tavern, Logan quickly grabbed Victor and ran out the door, then sped off in the car.

"Should we just leave?"

In the car, Victor glanced at Logan with surprise.

"have no idea."

Logan knew Victor was referring to the mutant little girl, but he was conflicted.

If the little girl were rescued in such a public place, some traces would definitely be left behind, and his whereabouts, or even the whereabouts of the shelter, would be discovered.

But if we don't save them...

I also felt a pang of pity, because the child was so young.

boom!

Just as Logan was deep in thought, a figure suddenly rushed out of the alley and crashed heavily into the side of the moving car.

The sudden impact startled Logan, who quickly looked in the rearview mirror and saw that it was the little girl from before.

Behind her, the group of scouts were quickly catching up.

Seeing this, Logan didn't have time to think. He slammed his hand on the steering wheel and shouted at the girl, "Get in the car!"

The little girl was taken aback, but after glancing at the patrol team behind her, she didn't have time to think much and hurriedly opened the car door and climbed into the back seat of the pickup truck.

Logan stepped on the gas without hesitation, and the car sped off.

Seeing this, the rear guard also quickly got into their vehicle and gave chase.

"Thanks."

The little girl looked at the patrol team's vehicles behind her with lingering fear and sincerely thanked Logan.

[Prestige +10]

Logan noticed the change in the data on the panel, and after a slight surprise, he smiled and said, "It's nothing."

While speaking, he kept looking closely at the girl's face through the rearview mirror.

Only then did they realize that the child was clearly Asian, with yellow skin but long purple hair, a delicate face, long ears, and strange purple pupils. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and looked well-behaved.

"It seems we can only notify Lorna and the others to take the medicine back first. Those guys are really chasing after us like dogs chasing meat."

Victor glanced in the rearview mirror; the police cars of the militia were speeding after him with sirens blaring.

"Let's leave the city first and have John send someone to pick up Lorna and the others."

Logan floored the accelerator and sped out of the city.

I have to shake off these guys, or deal with them; in any case, I absolutely cannot let them follow me to the location of the shelter.

Meanwhile, in another city in Alberta.

In the laboratory, Hill was looking at skeletons when suddenly the phone rang incessantly.

As soon as she answered the call, an urgent report came through the line: "Report! Wolverine has appeared! He's in Edmonton! They've rescued a young mutant who was captured by the picket line!"

Upon hearing the report over the phone, the woman's expression changed drastically. She immediately ordered sharply, "Keep an eye on Wolverine! I'm taking men to provide support right away!"

Hill hadn't expected that his original plan to investigate the new mutant, the guy who melted the Minions, codenamed "Incineration," would lead him to Wolverine first.

"Walk."

She waved for her men to call in Quinjet fighters, unaware that the call was intercepted in New York, USA.

"Keep an eye on Wolverine. I'm taking men to support him right away." Hill's voice came clearly from the loudspeaker, and Steve could hear her conversation with the agent perfectly.

After Hill hung up the phone, Steve gave a deep smile. "Thanks, Jarvis."

"You're welcome, Captain."

Jarvis's mechanical voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Hey, you should thank me."

Tony, sitting at the other end of the sofa, pouted in dissatisfaction.

Steve smiled, stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll thank you after I finish what I'm doing and find him."

"Who is he that you care about so much?"

Tony was curious.

"I just want to find out the truth."

Steve let out a long sigh and shook his head wearily.

"What's the truth?"

"It seems I'll have to go to Canada myself after I've dealt with Hydra." Steve said, turning to leave Tony's residence.

"what ever."

Tony shrugged, then seemed to remember something and reminded Steve's retreating figure, "Oh, and remember to turn on location services, so we can't find you if you crash into the Arctic Ocean again."

(End of this chapter)