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Chapter 79 Howlett Farm, the Cursed Family!

The incident at the tavern quickly alerted various security departments.

Police officers at the city's border received instructions and immediately set up checkpoints, with rows of steel bollards slowly rising from the ground.

These steel pillars, once fully extended, would be impassable even for tanks.

Fortunately, Logan pushed the car's horsepower to its limit, managing to break out of the city before Guanla could catch up.

Seeing that the interception was ineffective, the border guards quickly retracted the earth pillar and dispatched a patrol team to pursue the suspect.

"Damn it, those guys are like mad dogs!"

Victor kept looking back, where several police cars from the militia were speeding behind him, relentlessly pursuing him like hyenas eyeing a piece of meat.

"It's alright, there's a forest ahead, we can shake them off from there!"

Logan looked serious and calmly at the fork in the road ahead, which led to a lush forest. A winding path meandered through the woods, with many other branches, making it easy to shake off the pursuers behind.

Seeing the pursuers close behind, Logan seized the opportunity, turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car drifted perfectly on the smooth road, quickly entering the forest path.

Seeing this, the pursuers behind also tried to turn their cars around like Logan, but because they were going too fast and the drivers were not skilled enough, the lead car overturned instantly and rolled several times on the road. The fate of the patrolmen inside was unknown.

Seeing this, the cars behind them slammed on their brakes. Fortunately, no collision occurred. However, when they turned around and entered the forest road, they couldn't even see Logan and his team's taillights anymore.

Meanwhile, Logan was speeding through the woods.

These forest trails are not only winding and have many branches, but finding them in such a complex environment is not easy.

Victor kept looking back to see what was happening behind him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he had temporarily shaken off his pursuers.

He glanced at the girl in the back seat, then at Logan, and asked with a furrowed brow, "What do we do now?"

Logan fell silent after that, then said, "In short, we won't be able to go back to the shelter anytime soon, otherwise those guys with dog noses will definitely find the shelter by smelling us."

Victor nodded. The current security of the shelter was still too weak. If it were discovered, it would face annihilation.

The patrol team's investigative capabilities are extraordinary. Any clue they leave behind could be easily detected by those guys. Going back to the shelter now would be no different than inviting wolves into the house.

"Let's find a place to hide first, and go back after things have calmed down."

Logan sighed helplessly, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the girl behind him through the rearview mirror.

Whether out of fear or wariness, the girl huddled tightly in the back seat, too afraid to move.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We're both mutants too. My name is Logan, and his name is Victor."

Logan quietly introduced himself to the girl, then asked, "Where do you live? Do you need me to take you home?"

After a moment of silence, the girl replied softly, "My name is Clarice Ferguson."

After saying that, her expression darkened slightly. "My house has been sealed off by those guys."

"Clarice?"

Logan was slightly taken aback, realizing that she was Blink, of course, Blink in her teenage years; she looked only thirteen years old now.

He also noticed that Clarice's pupils had a slightly purple tint, which wasn't very obvious yet, but it was probably a sign that the characteristics of her mutant abilities were gradually becoming apparent.

Do you have any other accommodation? We can take you back.

Logan continued to ask questions.

Clarice shook her head with a gloomy expression.

Her residence had been completely sealed off by the riot police, along with her meager cash and food supplies, and now she had no idea where to go.

Looking at the girl, Logan nodded and comforted her, "In that case, you can come back to the mutant shelter with us. Don't worry, it's full of mutants there, so it's very safe. There are also many children around your age. But before that, you might have to wander around with us for a few days. We can only go back after we've completely shaken off those guys."

Clarice frowned slightly as she listened to Logan's words, clearly still somewhat wary, but after realizing she didn't know where she was going either, she could only nod helplessly in the end.

Logan then stopped talking and focused on driving.

Soon, the car drove out of the forest, and beyond the forest lay a plain, instantly opening up a wider view.

In the middle of the plain, there was a farm, surrounded by many barns.

After thinking for a moment, Logan said to Victor, "The police have already noticed this car. It's too dangerous to keep driving it. We need to hide it."

"You mean those barns?"

Victor understood Logan's meaning and pointed to the farm to ask.

Logan nodded. "After we hide the car, we'll find a safe place to hide for a few days and see what John and the others think of to get us back, or we can wait until things calm down before looking for a chance to go back."

The photos of this car have probably already been reported to various police stations. It will be subject to strict checks wherever it appears. Driving it will only increase the risk of exposure.

Logan drove to the gate of a barn, which was unlocked, and hid the car inside.

The noise attracted the farm workers, who thought some thugs were trying to rob the farm. They rushed over with their shotguns, pointing the dark muzzles at Logan and his men in the barn.

"Hehe, don't worry, we mean no harm."

Logan quickly raised his hand and stepped out of the barn.

The farm workers, who were holding hunting rifles, lowered their guard slightly after they realized that the man was an elderly man in his fifties or sixties.

"What are you doing here? This farm is private property; you can't just wander in!"

The lead farmer was still uneasy and questioned Logan.

"Don't be so stingy."

Logan smiled and explained, "We're just a few travelers who've been driving for over ten hours. We're exhausted and want to find a place to rest, but as you can see, there aren't any buildings around here besides this farm where we can rest."

"That won't do. This is private property. Leave now!"

The farm workers clearly didn't believe Logan's words and drove him away with serious expressions.

"What's going on? What are you all doing gathered here!"

Just as Logan was about to continue speaking, a gruff question came from above, followed by the appearance of a middle-aged man.

"Sir, there are several intruders here," a farm worker hurriedly reported to the man.

The man looked at Logan and his group, and paused for a moment.

Logan also looked at the man. Judging from the farmer's attitude, this should be the owner of this farm.

Logan quickly said, "Sir, we are just travelers passing through and would like to find a place to rest."

"Put down your guns, are you going to serve these three passengers with hunting rifles?"

The man snapped at his farm workers, then smiled at Logan and the others. "Of course you can rest. I'm always very hospitable. I'm really sorry, but some thugs come to bother us around this farm from time to time. The farm workers are used to being on guard, so I hope you won't take offense."

The farm workers looked at each other and slowly put their guns away.

The man spoke again, "Alright, you guys go back to work. I'll take care of these guests."

After saying that, he looked at Logan and the others again, "Hello, my name is James, and I am the owner of this farm. If you need to rest, there is a place on the farm, and I have just made lunch, which I can provide free of charge."

James's enthusiastic attitude made Robben instinctively want to shake his head and refuse, but thinking that the picket line was chasing them, it might be safer to hide on the farm. After all, the farm was quite large, and even if the picket line found them, they could escape quickly.

Thinking of this, Logan smiled and nodded to James, saying, "In that case, thank you very much, Mr. James. We just need a place to rest."

James smiled and led Logan and the others through the farm toward his house.

Along the way, Logan noticed that the farm was quite large, with a vast expanse of lush green fields that exuded the fresh scent of crops. In addition, there were horse pens, sheep pens, cattle pens, and all kinds of livestock.

At the very center of the farm stands a very luxurious villa.

James invited the group into the villa.

As soon as they entered, Logan and his companions were immediately stunned by the villa's decor.

The retro decor makes this villa look like it's from over a hundred years ago, while every detail exudes luxury: Persian carpets and curtains, Italian leather sofas, and exquisite tables carved from precious wood—it's as if it were made with money.

In the middle of the hall, there is a staircase leading to the second floor. The wooden staircase looks very vintage.

Clarice couldn't help but look around; having never seen much of the world, she was filled with curiosity about everything.

Logan, however, looked at the retro decor with great interest. "The layout of your house looks like it's from over two hundred years ago."

The decoration of the house here is so similar to his old home that it feels like he has returned to that manor from more than a hundred years ago.

James explained with a smile, "This layout is very old. It's been like this since I was born. I'm a very sentimental person, and I've kept it ever since I inherited the family business."

After saying that, James waved to the group and directed them to the restaurant on the left. "Please follow me, the food is ready."

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food, and the table was laden with a sumptuous spread. A little boy was already sitting at the table.

Seeing James lead the guests in, the little boy was clearly surprised. He jumped off the table and ran up, hiding behind James with half his head tucked in. He looked at Logan and the others with curiosity, and finally his eyes settled on Clarice. He seemed very interested, but he was too timid to greet her.

James smiled, pulled the child out from behind him, and introduced him with a smile: "This is my son George. He's young and a little shy, so he doesn't like to be seen by people."

Logan nodded, looked at the two of them, and asked with some curiosity, "Is it just the two of you in the villa? Where's the child's mother?"

James's expression immediately darkened. "She's passed away."

Logan was taken aback, and quickly said, "I'm sorry."

"fine."

James shook his head, as if he had come to terms with everything. "She has been tormented by illness for too long. Continuing to be in this world would only bring her more suffering."

He gestured for them to eat, saying, "Let's eat first. I'm sure you'll enjoy the food."

Logan glanced at the dishes on the table, nodded slightly, and led Victor and Lacris to their seats.

During the meal, James suddenly asked, "Are you here for tourism?"

"Yes."

Logan nodded. "We traveled a long way to get here. Our next step is to leave Canada and continue traveling the world."

"So cool!"

George suddenly spoke up, looking at Logan with excitement, "Then you must have seen a lot of things."

Logan smiled and nodded. "Indeed, there have been many beautiful sights along the way."

George's eyes lit up, but then he glanced at his father and immediately deflated. "I want to travel too, but Father doesn't have time. I can only stay at school and on the farm."

Logan smiled and encouraged him, "You're still young now, but you'll have opportunities when you grow up. I also lived on a farm when I was young, and I only started traveling the world after I grew up. But after being away for a long time, I actually find farm life more leisurely."

George still looked disappointed. "But that will take a long time. I want to leave now. Besides, there aren't many people on the farm. The only things I can play with are the toys in my room. I'm so bored."

Logan asked in surprise, "Where are your friends? If you invited them, I'm sure they would be very happy to come and play on such a big farm."

"No, their parents won't allow it."

George shook his head dejectedly. "They all say our family is cursed, and they won't let the children have any contact with me."

"Shut up, George!"

Suddenly, James slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily.

Seeing this, George was so frightened that he swallowed his words and could only bury his head and eat.

Seeing James's angry face and George's frightened expression, Victor couldn't help but lean close to Logan's ear and whisper, "No wonder this guy was so enthusiastic when he saw us; it seems he had no one else to talk to."

Logan glared at him, signaling him to shut up.

On the other side, James looked at Logan and the others, and said with a smile, "It's just kids talking nonsense, please don't mind them."

Logan smiled and nodded, but he was still curious about the so-called curse. However, it was clear that James did not want to continue the topic.

After the meal, James extended an invitation to Logan and Victor, saying, "Over the years, I've collected quite a few portraits, but I don't know much about painting. Since you two have traveled the world, your perspectives must be much broader than mine. Could you perhaps take a look at them for me?"

Logan and Victor exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a smile, saying, "I'm quite happy to appreciate the painting, but we don't know anything about portraiture. If you're hoping for any comments from us, you'll be disappointed."

"fine."

James smiled and said, "Just think of it as me sharing my collection, like having a get-together with good friends."

Logan and Victor nodded and followed James to the studio on the second floor.

The walls are covered with all kinds of paintings, from portraits to still life paintings, and even a few obscure abstract paintings.

Logan and Victor weren't experts in painting, but having lived for two hundred years, they had some contact with artists and such figures. They couldn't offer any serious critiques, but they could make up a few technical terms related to painting.

While they were talking about the paintings, Logan suddenly noticed a portrait that was locked in a glass case.

The portrait depicted a woman in a white dress, and Logan felt a sense of déjà vu about her.

Victor also noticed the painting and whispered, "I feel like I've seen this face somewhere before."

Logan nodded. Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a farm worker stood anxiously outside. "Mr. Howlett."

Logan was startled and quickly turned around to look.

At the same time, James, standing beside him, said with a smile, "Excuse me, you two, I have to go check."

Victor was surprised and whispered to Logan, "He seems to have the same last name, Howlett."

Logan was also stunned. The background of James and the portrait in the cabinet made him feel a cloud of doubt gathering in his heart.

"Mr. Howlett, several police officers have arrived outside. I'm afraid we'll need your intervention."

The farm worker spoke to James with great respect.

Upon hearing this, Logan and Victor felt a chill in their hearts and couldn't help but exchange a glance.

Upon hearing this, James frowned, then turned to Logan and said, "Gentlemen, I'm very sorry, I have to leave to take care of some matters. It's probably some farm-related issues, but I'll be back soon. Please wait here for me."

After James came downstairs, Logan quickly ran to the window, gently lifted the curtains, and looked down.

Several police cars were parked outside the door, and a few members of the patrol team were gathered around the cars.

Logan tensed up immediately, instinctively clenching his fists, preparing to escape the farm.

Soon, James appeared downstairs. He talked to the disciplinary team members and showed them his identification.

The patrolmen seemed somewhat suspicious, but after receiving a phone call, they promptly returned the identification to James, quickly got into their car, and left the farm, showing no intention of searching.

Logan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his clenched fist finally loosened.

"Jimmy, come quick!"

Suddenly, Victor shouted from behind.

Logan looked over in surprise and saw Victor standing in front of the glass cabinet, rummaging through the bottom of the cabinet and pulling out an old book. He pointed excitedly at the title page of the book.

Logan went over and saw that it read "Elizabeth Howlett"!

"That's your mother's name!"

Victor stared at the name on the title page, then looked up at Logan, his face filled with disbelief.

Logan also looked bewildered, recalling the layout of the villa, as if remembering something. "Wait, this is Howlett Manor? But I remember its address isn't here!"

(End of this chapter)