American comics: Intercepting the female superhero, the symbiote is invincible

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Eugene looked at the drunken thugs and tried to mediate, saying, "Duma, stop causing trouble here. If you keep doing this, where will my shop get any customers in the future?"

Ron's train of thought was interrupted, and he glanced at him with slight surprise:

—Judging from your tone...so you're the boss?

"Alright, Eugene, I'll give you face this time."

The thug named Duma said, casually picking up the photo and glancing at it...

"Fake!!"

A startled and angry shout suddenly came from the bar, even drowning out the music on the dance floor.

Everyone in the bar couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

"What are you looking at!"

Duma took a short-barreled gun from his waist and arrogantly waved it at the crowd!

Immediately, no one dared to look over there anymore, and they all moved away.

Some people even ran out of the bar.

"Duma, what are you doing!"

Seeing that so many customers had left, Eugene said with displeasure, "Didn't you say you'd give me face?"

"I'm sorry, Eugene, but I'm afraid I can't give you that face!"

Duma handed the photo to his companion with one hand, raised his gun with the other, pointed it at Ron, and demanded menacingly, "Who is this bastard in the photo to you?"

"It's that old man!"

"You look so much younger!"

"Who cares! Anyway, this kid is definitely connected to that old man!"

After seeing the photo, the other thugs all drew their weapons and swarmed forward, surrounding Ron.

The dark muzzles of guns gleamed with a dangerous light and emitted a faint smell of gunpowder.

But Ron laughed.

His smile was incredibly genuine.

"You...have seen the person in the photo?"

Chapter 22: What kind of real man can't even last a second?

"Huh? You dare ask us?!"

"Damn it, you better be sensible! We're asking you a question now!"

"This kid's still laughing?! He must be scared out of his wits!"

The thugs started cursing loudly.

Click!

The drunk Duma didn't waste any words. He adjusted the bolt and pressed the muzzle against the pretty boy's arm!

I want to cripple one of his hands first, to teach him a lesson!

Ron's smile vanished, and he said coldly, "I'll count to three."

The next moment——

Su!

Only a fleeting image remained of the bar seat!

His arm whistled through the air as he grabbed the collar of the incessantly rambling drunkard with a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Then toss it gently—

Kara-la...!

The sound of a glass shattering followed.

Duma knocked two thugs away and, without losing momentum, smashed a glass table.

His body was covered in shards of glass, and blood kept flowing.

They looked extremely miserable.

The two thugs who were hit were also in bad shape.

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his limbs, wailing incessantly.

Clearly, he suffered a broken bone from being hit.

"Damn it! This guy isn't normal either!"

"Kill him! Shoot this monster!"

The remaining thugs were terrified and hurriedly turned their guns on Ron, pulling the triggers!

BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

Several shots rang out in succession.

The target was just the bar floor.

Then, with a few screams, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

"I haven't even started counting yet."

Why are you all down?

Ron glanced at the fallen crowd, straightened his sleeves, and sneered, "What kind of man can't even last a second?"

talking.

He picked up the photo that had fallen to the ground, walked over to a reclining rooster head, half-squatted down, patted its face, and asked.

"Tell me, where have you seen this person before?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Rooster Head caught sight of Duma lying among the shards of glass, his life hanging in the balance. He swallowed hard and quickly replied:

"Three days ago... we saw him driving a limousine at the entrance of a gas station in the west of the city... but it looked much older than the one in your photo."

"Much older?"

Ron looked slightly suspicious and asked, "Does he have a pair of steel claws?"

“Yes, yes, yes!!”

The rooster-headed man nodded vigorously: "Several of our brothers were killed by his steel claws!!"

[An older version of Wolverine?]

After confirming it, Ron thought to himself in surprise: [Could Logan now... look like that old, frail man from Logan 3?]

Ron: "Do you know where he went after that?"

"Well... I don't know..."

Rooster Head subconsciously said, "If we knew where he was, we would have found a way to get revenge long ago."

"Oh?"

Ron stood up with a smile: "So, you guys want to get revenge on me too?"

"No! No! You've misunderstood!"

The rooster-headed man said urgently, "You've misunderstood! How could we dare...!"

He wanted to slap himself; why could he be so rude...?

"It doesn't matter anymore." Ron ignored the man and reached into his pocket.

Chicken Head felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that the vicious man was about to pull out a gun from his pocket.

He endured the pain in his body and struggled to get up and run away.

But when Ron reached into his pocket, all he found was a cell phone.

"Phew..." Rooster Head breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

At that moment, Ron raised his phone and snapped photos of the thugs.

Then it was sent to an account with a message: "[Wilson, add another job. Before you leave, take care of these people.]"

The message received a quick reply: "No problem, boss, leave it to us."

After giving instructions to his men, Ron walked to the bar, picked up the half-finished drink, and downed it in one gulp.

The owner, Eugene, flinched slightly and hid something under the bar.

Ron glanced at him and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. If you want to call the police, go ahead. I won't stop you."

Say it.

He didn't care what expression the boss made.

Put down the wine glass.

He turned away gracefully.

I walked towards the bar entrance.

He didn't care at all about how the minor characters on the ground were treated.

These thugs have taken countless lives.

They were no match for the regular guards of the Osborne Group, so killing them was no big deal.

Even if the police investigate, Ron can hire a lawyer to find him not guilty of self-defense.

If he were a local, he might even receive a commendation for being a good citizen.

...

The few remaining customers in the bar quickly moved aside, watching the ruthless man who had single-handedly dealt with several armed thugs leave the bar.

Among them, the wheat-skinned beauty who had previously invited Ron to dance said with both awe and regret, "Such a fierce man, I should have been more proactive. If I could have hooked up with him, it would have been a wonderful night."

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Chapter 23 The Last of the Mutants: Professor X with Alzheimer's

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After leaving the bar, Ron immediately got into an off-road jeep and drove westward into the city.

Now that it's confirmed to be the timeline of Logan (Logan)...

So, based on my memory...

"Wolverine" Logan is likely living with "Professor X" Charles and Caliban in an abandoned factory on the Mexican border.

Outside this abandoned factory, there is a huge water tank used to keep Charles, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease.

With such a conspicuous sign, it shouldn't be hard to find.

At worst, Skye can hack into a satellite and conduct landmark searches along the Mexican border.

Now, the only thing that bothers Ron is—

In the background of Logan.

Under the control of the Essex Group, the mastermind behind the scenes.

Substances that suppress the "X gene" have been added to human food.

This has led to a very low birth rate of new mutants.

Therefore, mutants in this era may have almost completely disappeared.

Of those once powerful mutants, only three lonely elders remain.