The guards were stunned for a moment, then simultaneously raised their guns to aim at him, cursing profanities, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat——
The gunshots instantly shattered the silence of the valley.
Logan’s eyes narrowed, and Magnetic Field Manipulation was instantly activated.
His magnetic field ability was still only Beta-class at the moment, far from Magneto’s level of flipping his hand to stir up metal storms, but it was more than enough to deflect rifle bullets.
Those bullets fired at him seemed to hit an invisible barrier, their flight trajectories wildly deflecting as they grazed past his body, pattering against the rock wall behind him and kicking up a cloud of debris and dust.
The cursing around the campfire abruptly stopped, and everyone widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
Taking advantage of their daze, Logan had already rushed forward, moving as fast as an afterimage.
In a few steps, he crossed over to the campfire, and a Tishan Kao from Baji Quan slammed fiercely into the burly man at the very front.
That guy weighed at least two hundred pounds, yet his entire body flew backward as if he had been hit by a truck.
His chest visibly collapsed inward, and after twitching twice on the ground, he stopped moving.
Steel claws popped out, and a cold flash vanished in the firelight.
Treading the Bagua Step under his feet, Logan shuttled through the crowd with an erratic figure.
Every time his steel claws swung, they dragged out a trail of boiling hot blood.
His movements were as clean as a textbook, without a shred of extra tricks, and every strike landed precisely on vital points.
Throat, carotid artery, heart, back of the neck—every move was fatal.
A guard raised his gun butt to smash fiercely at the back of Logan’s head.
Logan sidestepped quickly to dodge, his left hand instantly grabbing the opponent’s arm and twisting it smoothly.
The sound of shattering bones was crisp and piercing.
The opponent’s miserable scream had just rushed to his throat when the right claw had already slashed across his neck.
In a mere five minutes, a patch of corpses lay scattered around the campfire.
The intense smell of blood mixed with the scent of gunpowder drifted farther and farther away in the night wind.
The remaining three guards were frightened pale, retreating while frantically pulling the triggers.
Once their bullets ran out, they threw away their guns, turned around, and bolted desperately into the cave.
Logan did not chase them.
He merely flicked the blood droplets off his claws, felt in his pocket for a cigar to hold in his mouth, lit it with the campfire that had not yet gone out, and took a leisurely puff.
Where are you running to?
There was only one exit to the cave; once blocked, it would be like catching turtles in a jar.
With a ferocious grin, he stepped over the corpses and bullet casings littering the ground, walking step by step toward the cave entrance.
The two heavy machine guns at the entrance were still mounted on sandbags.
The two machine gunners had long since been scared out of their wits, their fingers trembling like sieve chaff on the triggers, unable to press down for a long time.
Logan raised his eyelids, his brow slightly furrowing.
Heavy machine gun bullets had a large kinetic energy, making them harder to deflect than rifle bullets.
He simply couldn’t be bothered to dodge, focusing his magnetic field ability on the gun barrels.
With a creaking sound of metal twisting, the two thick gun barrels instantly turned into twisted dough twists, completely ruined.
The two machine gunners let out a shrill scream, abandoned their guns entirely, and turned to drill into the cave.
Logan followed closely behind, unhurried and leisurely, as if strolling in his own backyard.
Inside the cave, it was very dark, with only a few kerosene lamps hanging on the rock wall, their dim yellow light making the shadows flicker uncertainly.
The internal structure was more complex than imagined, with quite a few fork roads, but Logan’s hearing had long since locked onto Tony’s location, and he walked inward following that familiar tapping sound.
Along the way, a few guards who rushed over upon hearing the commotion occasionally popped out, only to be casually dealt with by him.
The muffled thuds of steel claws piercing into flesh echoed in the empty cave, carrying a dull reverberation, yet they failed to alert the people deeper inside.
Walking to the deepest fork in the road, he stopped his footsteps.
From the left came dense and hurried footsteps; at least a dozen people were rushing this way.
Behind the stone door on the right was where Tony was located.
One could faintly hear Raza’s vicious, angry roar, as well as Tony’s impatient retort.
“I’ve already said it so many times, this thing cannot be rushed! If you keep urging, urging, urging, once the electromagnet runs out of power, I’ll die right here, and not only will you not get your weapons, but you won’t get your money either!”
“Mr. Stark, I advise you best not to play tricks.” Raza’s voice was dark and cold.
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind cutting off one of your fingers first to help you wake up.”
The corners of Logan’s mouth curled into a cold sneer.
Play tricks?
It would be a wonder if this fellow didn’t play tricks.
Judging by this tapping sound, the skeleton of the mark i was practically being hammered out by now, right?
The stone door was cast from refined iron and locked tightly.
Logan raised his hand, his three steel claws popping out, and slashed fiercely at the position of the door lock.
Adamantium cut through iron like mud, and the bowl-thick iron lock was sliced open like tofu, crashing onto the ground with a clang.
He kicked the stone door open.
The people inside turned their heads at the same time.
Tony was wearing a tattered gray prison uniform, his chest wrapped in filthy bandages, exposing the crude electromagnet device on the outside.
His face was stained with black oil and covered in stubble, looking as disheveled as a street vagrant.
Standing beside him was a middle-aged man wearing thin-rimmed glasses, who was none other than Doctor Ethan, clutching a wrench in his hand with a nervous expression.
Standing opposite them was a bearded man holding a Desert Eagle; he was Raza, the leader of this stronghold of the Ten Rings Gang.
Behind him stood four close-protection guards, raising their guns in unison to aim at the doorway.
Their eyes met, and the entire stone chamber instantly fell silent.
Tony’s eyes widened round, and the wrench in his hand almost dropped to the ground, his tone filled with disbelief: “Logan? Why are you here? Weren’t you slacking off in New York?”
“Here to collect the corpse.” Logan bit on his cigar, leaning against the doorframe and glancing lazily at him.
“Just checking to see if you’re dead yet. If you are, I’ll go back to the HR department to submit my resignation letter and, by the way, sell your collected sports car to exchange for wine.”
Raza reacted the fastest, his expression sinking abruptly as he shouted sternly: “Fire! Kill him!”
The four guards pulled their triggers simultaneously.
Logan’s gaze turned cold, no longer holding back like outside.
His magnetic field ability was activated to its fullest, and all the bullets suddenly stopped half a meter in front of him, hovering in the air and trembling slightly.
The next second, they abruptly reversed direction and shot back along their original paths toward the four guards.
Puff, puff, puff——
With four muffled thuds, the four guards were shot between the eyebrows and fell straight down.
Raza’s pupils constricted sharply, a genuine fear appearing on his face for the first time.
Without even thinking, he sidestepped and yanked Tony over, pressing his gun tightly against Tony’s temple while shrinking his body behind Tony, revealing only half his head.
“Don’t come over! One more step forward and I’ll blow his head off!”
Tony rolled his eyes heavily, but didn’t struggle.
He knew Logan had great abilities and would definitely be able to save him.
Even if taking a real bullet wouldn’t necessarily kill him, the pain was truly painful.
He could only frantically wink at the other party, signaling this fellow not to mess around under any circumstances.