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

Chapter 88: A mountain of ashes, Wolverine in a berserk state.

As these sinful logs were being transferred to the USB drive, Logan noticed another file in the lower left corner of the computer.

[Surveillance video recording]

Logan frowned as he opened it, revealing thousands of video recordings.

He casually opened a surveillance camera recording showing the laboratory.

In the video, a group of staff members wearing white coats walked in first, fiddling with various instruments, and then changed into sterile surgical gowns.

A child, who looked only seventeen years old, was carried in, his body bound tightly. He was very thin, and his bare shirt revealed rows of ribs.

He struggled with terror in his eyes, every cell in his body resisting, but the frail man was no match for the staff and was forcibly restrained on the operating table in the middle.

Three or four people held him down tightly. The boy struggled with all his might, letting out the loudest roar of his life, like a desperate beast.

The staff member, however, looked annoyed. He grabbed a towel and roughly shoved it into the boy's mouth. In an instant, the screams stopped, leaving only a look of terror on his face, tears streaming down his face. He seemed to see his final fate.

A staff member removed a syringe and, in a manner that perfectly conformed to medical standards, wiped the boy's vein with iodine solution for disinfection before inserting the syringe into the vein and pushing the medication in.

Soon, the medicine took effect, and the boy gradually stopped struggling. The four or five people who had been restraining him also dispersed, and he lay quietly on the operating table.

Logan initially thought it was an anesthetic, but upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't; it seemed to be just a stopgap agent to prevent the boy from struggling further, and he remained perfectly conscious.

Immediately afterwards, several staff members in surgical gowns came up and surrounded the boy with scalpels.

If you only watch this clip, Logan might even think they are a group of doctors dedicated to saving lives, because they even thoroughly disinfected the boy before making the incision.

Then, with practiced ease, he began to cut the boy's body.

Logan could clearly see the boy's face filled with terror. As the blade cut through his flesh, the excruciating pain contorted his face, but he was unable to resist at all due to the effects of the blocking medication.

They made huge incisions from limbs to chest and finally to head, then attached various electrode pads to the wounds, including the fresh brain whose skull had been opened, and inserted special catheters to continuously stimulate every nerve, observe the changes on the instruments, and record various data.

Throughout the ordeal, the boy remained conscious, fainting from the pain countless times, only to be jolted awake again each time. He watched helplessly as these hypocritical individuals toyed with his body, his eyes already bloodshot from the pain.

After a series of experiments, the group obtained the data they wanted, took off their surgical gowns, and left with the data.

The boy's cut wound was ignored, and he was left to languish on the operating table.

A few minutes later, a dark red body transport box covered in dried blood was pulled in. Ignoring the boy's still nimble body and his pleading eyes, they roughly shoved him into the box and carried him away.

Logan stared intently at the screen, his fists clenched tightly together in unbearable tension.

He knew where the boy would eventually be sent—to the crematorium.

Even though he was still alive, he could only watch helplessly as the flames, reaching temperatures of over a thousand degrees, consumed him, watching his muscles burn to a crisp, until he was reduced to a pile of white ashes...

"Those damned beasts!"

Logan gritted his teeth, his voice almost bursting out from between them, his eyes fixed on the screen, his anger beyond measure.

In this laboratory, mutants have been completely reduced to guinea pigs. These inhuman creatures don't treat people like human beings at all!

Logan kept watching the videos, and almost every video contained the same content: the scientists inhumanely and indiscriminately killing mutants.

Some mutants had all their blood drained, while others had mutants conscious and had their skin and muscles torn open to study their skeletons. Still others were thrown alive into vats of sulfuric acid to observe how quickly they melted.

Most mutants are not very old, and many of them are even children.

Despite the mutants' pleas for mercy, none of them fared well.

Logan kept watching the video, his anger spreading in his eyes, and his body even trembled uncontrollably with rage.

A murderous intent began to rise in his heart.

"Logan, we've been discovered!"

Suddenly, Marcos's voice came through the earpiece. The urgent voice interrupted his thoughts and also brought him back to his senses.

Logan took a deep breath, suppressing his almost explosive temper, and quickly searched for Marcos and the others' location on the big screen.

At the same time, he noticed several teams rushing towards the detention area in the corridor, with red lights flashing continuously in the corridor and alarms blaring from loudspeakers.

Looking at the surveillance footage, Logan suddenly fixed his gaze on the storage room.

"Hold on for a bit."

Logan stared at the sign on the storage room door, his mind racing, and a new plan gradually formed in his head.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Marcus and Klaus were running frantically toward the door, followed closely by forty-three newly rescued mutants.

These mutants appeared extremely weak, having been imprisoned for long periods in dark, sunless laboratories. The food and water supplies were barely enough to sustain their vital signs, causing them to become breathless after only a few steps.

But the will to survive kept driving them to run, clinging tightly to Klaus and the others, not daring for anyone to fall behind.

"Don't move!"

At the entrance, a large number of guards were already stationed, standing in a row with their guns pointed at Marcos and his men.

Marcus gestured for everyone to stop, his eyes fixed on the guards before him.

"Everyone back off!"

He gave the order in a deep voice, and Klaus immediately understood, waving his hand to the mutants behind him and slowly taking a few steps back.

The guards, seeing the mutants retreat, assumed their intimidation had worked and were about to move forward to subdue them.

But at that moment, Marcus suddenly strode forward, his eyes suddenly gleaming.

At the same time, he raised his hands, and golden light shimmered in his palms.

The dazzling light made him look like a powerful flashlight, so bright that the guards couldn't open their eyes and had to shield their eyes with their hands.

Even so, the golden light still stung their eyes terribly.

Boom!

A dull sound suddenly rang out.

All the golden light on Marcus's body gathered in his palm, transforming into a beam of light that shot out.

Within the dazzling golden beam of light lay a heavy, terrifying power, like a long golden dragon tearing towards the guards.

boom!

The golden dragon slammed into the group of guards, the heavy force instantly sending more than ten guards flying and crashing to the ground. Their bulletproof vests gleamed black, and there was no longer any force to stop them.

With the obstacle removed, Marcus withdrew the golden light and exhaled.

He then turned to the crowd and urged, "Alright, hurry up and get out of here, or it will be too late."

Once the special police from the patrol team surround the factory above the laboratory, they really won't be able to escape.

We must escape before the police encirclement is completed.

"Hurry up!"

Klaus nudged the crowd.

By this time, these mutants had exhausted a lot of their energy from running and were standing there panting heavily, but when they looked at Marcus and his group, their eyes clearly held a deep sense of vigilance.

"Who are you people, and why are you saving us?"

A man in his twenties suddenly spoke up, his eyes wary and cautious, clearly still not trusting Logan and his group.

"Stop asking questions, let's get out of here first. Damn it, let's run! You don't want to escape, but I do!"

Klaus looked anxious and kept urging him on.

The group looked at each other in bewilderment, then started running again, gritting their teeth as they rushed into the outer hall.

But as soon as they entered the hall, everyone stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on a guard opposite them.

There was only one guard here, but no one dared to make a move.

The RPG he carried on his shoulder was now incredibly intimidating.

Boom!

Upon seeing Marcos and his men run out, the guard didn't waste any words and decisively pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The missile's tail ignited, kicking up thick smoke, and it shot out of the cannon barrel.

"Get out of the way!"

Marcos's eyes narrowed as he watched the missile hurtling towards him, and he turned to shout loudly at the special forces behind him.

He never expected that these guards would openly use missiles. If one of them were to hit, everyone here would be blown to pieces!

boom!

Just then, a figure suddenly darted out from behind, shoved Marcos aside, and stood in front of the crowd.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his hands, and in an instant, his hands quickly transformed into a row of solid rock walls blocking the way for everyone.

Bang! !

boom!!

The missile struck the rock wall and exploded violently, releasing a thick smell of gunpowder. Everyone coughed violently amidst the smoke.

Dust and stones flew up, the entire laboratory trembled, and a rumbling explosion filled the air, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Klaus, hiding behind the four walls, watched the man grit his teeth and persevere, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He then smiled and said, "It seems you guys do have some fighting ability."

At first, he didn't have much hope that these mutants would be able to fight.

They were so weak, so thin and bony, that it seemed like they could barely run.

However, it seems to be alright now. Although these people are not in good physical condition, they can still provide some strength in the breakout.

The man nodded silently, his face deathly pale, unable to utter a word. His hands, which had returned to their original position as arms, trembled uncontrollably.

After all, the weakness was real. With such weakened physical strength, it was already a great feat to withstand a missile strike. It was already good enough that he didn't collapse to the ground.

On the other side, Marcos said with a grim expression, "More guards are coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dense sound of footsteps came, and figures emerged from various passages, fully equipped, surrounding Marcos and his men.

"Lay down and surrender!"

The guards roared at Marcus and his men.

Klaus frowned as he looked at the nearly several hundred guards around him, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

He estimated that all the security forces in the entire laboratory had gathered here!

The other mutants were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and their limbs trembling uncontrollably.

"It's over, we can't escape."

"Those damn bastards, once I regain my strength, I'll definitely kill them!"

"We can't wait any longer, we'll all die here."

"I don't want to die..."

"..."

The mutants chattered incessantly, their voices filled with fear.

They all knew what would happen if they were caught; there would be no chance of escaping. Fear made them huddle together tightly, trembling all over.

Marcus frowned, pressed the microphone, and said in a deep voice, "Logan, we need backup!"

The current situation is beyond his and Klaus's ability to resolve on their own, and the group of mutants behind them are too exhausted to offer any assistance.

Logan is the only way to save them.

"Don't worry, it'll be ready soon!"

Logan's voice came through the headset.

boom!!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a violent explosion rang out, and the entire laboratory seemed to tremble. The overhead lights were affected by the blast wave, flickering and emitting crackling electrical sounds.

Everyone could clearly feel the vibrations coming from the soles of their feet, and their bodies swayed from side to side as they vibrated.

The booming sound of the explosion spread throughout the laboratory, and the plaster on the walls kept falling off due to the shaking, with dust flying everywhere.

Marcus and Klaus exchanged puzzled glances, guessing that Logan was likely behind the commotion.

At the same time, the guards all looked towards the location of the explosion and were instantly thrown into a panic.

"Oh no, it's a storage room!"

"Fuck, all the experimental records are stored there!"

The guards were completely panicked by the explosion, and some of them, in their haste, put away their guns and ran towards the storage room.

"Go quickly and see how much data we can salvage!"

One of the guards roared and ran wildly toward the storeroom.

The remaining guards exchanged bewildered glances at the mutants surrounding the center. "What do we do with them?"

"Forget about these bastards, hurry to the storage room to provide support! The stuff inside is a million times more important than these guys!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the guards quickly put away their guns, ignored the mutants, and ran as fast as they could toward the storage room!

Clearly, they couldn't tolerate the slightest mistake in what was inside.

In just a few seconds, only Klaus and the others, looking completely bewildered, remained in the empty hall.

Marcos was also slightly taken aback, wondering what kind of ability Logan had to move so many soldiers away, and wondering what he had done.

Without thinking twice, he quickly turned around and shouted, "Quick, get out of here now!"

This is absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape, we must not give it up!

Everyone saw a glimmer of hope for escape and rushed toward the exit.

Meanwhile, inside the storage room.

The raging flames generated by the outburst continued to spread throughout the large storage room, and the thick smoke from the burning of various instruments and records filled the entire storage room.

Logan ran frantically through the storage room, the thick smoke making him cough uncontrollably, the surrounding flames almost scorching his skin, and his hair already showing some burn marks.

"Cough cough cough!"

He covered his mouth and nose, but the smoke still made him cough uncontrollably. It took him a lot of effort to escape from the storage room.

"Damn it, you burned all those research results!"

After running out, before Logan could even catch his breath, he heard footsteps in the distance, and a group of guards came running towards him, the leader cursing at Logan incessantly.

"Grab him! We absolutely can't let this guy get away!"

The leader, enraged, waved his hand, signaling his men to seize Logan.

All the guards rushed forward instantly, their eyes filled with intense killing intent as they pounced on Logan.

Logan frowned, his expression grave. Without hesitation, he drew his pistol from his back waist, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang! !

In an instant, three bullets shot out of the barrel, each one incredibly accurate, slicing open the heads of the three soldiers, their brains and blood splattering as their bodies fell heavily to the ground.

The splattered blood, reflected in the firelight, covered the entire corridor outside the storeroom, looking particularly gruesome.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps came again, and more guards rushed towards them.

Logan frowned.

Then he heard Marcus's voice in his ear, "Logan, we've reached the exit, hurry up!"

Hearing the message from the other end, Logan glanced at the guards behind him with disgust and sneered, "I'll deal with you next time!"

After saying that, he turned and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

"Don't let him get away, grab him, quick!"

The leader roared, and the soldiers swarmed forward, chasing after Logan's retreating figure.

Logan was clearly much faster than them, dodging and weaving through the vast laboratory.

He had just looked at the map of the laboratory and knew the various escape routes.

As he ran, an iron gate suddenly caught his attention.

A burnt smell wafted from the heavy iron gate, causing him to frown and stop in his tracks.

The moment the door opened, Logan froze on the spot, staring in astonishment at the crematorium.

The white ashes were carelessly dumped in a corner, piling up into a mountain of ashes, at least three meters high!

It contained many fragments of bone that hadn't fully burned, and the grayish-white bone pieces piled up in one place looked incredibly terrifying.

In addition, there were several unburned corpses piled up on the other side, including three or four children whose bodies were covered in blood and skin that had been torn open.

He was just thrown into a corner like trash, a few greenbottle flies hovering over the corpse, his face contorted with pain, still bearing the resentment and despair of his death.

As Logan watched this scene, the video he had previously reviewed flashed through his mind, and in an instant, a burning rage ignited within him.

He clenched his fists involuntarily, abruptly stopped in his tracks, and a crimson light flashed in his eyes, as if beams of light were about to burst forth.

"These beasts!"

(End of this chapter)