Logan raised an eyebrow, slowly straightened up, and kept walking step by step inside without stopping.
“Do you think this piece-of-junk gun in your hand can hurt him?” His tone was frivolous, but his eyes were bone-chillingly cold.
“Drop the gun, and I will give you a quick death. Otherwise, you will die a very ugly death.”
“In your dreams!” Raza gritted his teeth, the veins on his hand gripping the gun bulging from the exertion.
“Are you a Mutant? I’ve heard of you monsters… I didn’t expect Stark to actually hire a monster as a bodyguard.”
He had spent over a decade lingering in the Middle East and had heard plenty of rumors about Mutants, only ever taking them for legends.
It wasn’t until seeing one with his own eyes for the first time today that he realized how terrifying these people were.
“You don’t deserve to know.”
Logan did not stop walking, leaving only three steps between him and Raza.
Raza completely panicked.
Knowing that shooting was useless, he simply shoved Tony hard, grabbed the Military dagger hidden in his cuffs, and pounced toward Logan with a roar.
He was a former member of the special forces, with vicious and tricky moves.
The dagger stabbed straight at Logan’s heart, and every single move was a desperate, mutual-destruction tactic.
Ordinary special forces soldiers wouldn’t even be able to get close to him in groups of three or five, but unfortunately for him, the one he encountered was Logan.
Logan sidestepped to dodge the dagger, his left hand precisely clasping the opponent’s wrist, and with a slight application of force, the dagger dropped to the ground with a clatter.
Raza let out a muffled grunt of pain, his other hand forming a fist and fiercely smashing toward Logan’s side face with a rushing sound.
Logan tilted his head to dodge, naturally thrusting his knee out to heavily slam into the opponent’s lower abdomen.
Raza’s body instantly bent like a shrimp, and he almost vomited his stomach acid.
“Just this little bit of skill?” Logan sneered, his right hand forming a claw using the eagle-catching stance of Xingyiquan, clasping the opponent’s shoulder and pressing it downward, while his other elbow heavily smashed into his back.
With a crisp “crack,” the sound of the spine breaking was clearly audible.
Raza let out a miserable scream, collapsing directly to his knees on the ground, with fresh blood continuously gushing from his mouth.
Logan walked around to his front and squatted down.
“Forgot to tell you.” He popped out his steel claws, the cold light reflecting in Raza’s unfocused pupils, “Kidnapping my boss comes with a price.”
Swoosh——
The steel claws precisely pierced through the heart.
After finishing off Raza, Logan finally stood up, shook the blood off his claws, and looked at Tony and Ethan who were still stunned in place.
Tony snapped back to his senses.
Looking at the corpses all over the floor and then at Logan’s indifferent expression, the corners of his mouth twitched: “You guy, you’re still as violent as ever. Can’t you be a bit more civilized?”
“Talk civility with kidnappers?
Was your brain blown up by shrapnel?” Logan walked over, looked over the electromagnet device on his chest, glanced sideways at the unfinished mark i skeleton next to them, and raised an eyebrow: “What on earth is this?
An Iron Man armor?
If you came two days later, could you have driven this pile of scrap metal out yourself?”
“Naturally.” Tony stubbornly raised his chin, but just as he tried to straighten his back, it aggravated the wound on his chest, causing him to hiss and draw a sharp breath: “All right, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get me out of this ghost place. This crappy car battery can’t last much longer; once it runs out of power, I’ll have to go see my dad.”
Doctor Ethan pushed up his glasses, nodded gratefully toward Logan, his tone sincere and gentle: “Thank you, sir. If not for you, I’m afraid we truly wouldn’t have made it to tomorrow.”
“Don’t thank me, he pays my wages.” Logan waved his hand, pointing at Tony, “Hurry up and pack your things; bring whatever can be used, and throw away whatever can’t. I’ve dealt with the people outside, and leaving now means we can still make it back in time for a hot meal.”
Ethan smiled, turning around to briskly pack up the medical supplies and backup batteries.
Tony, on the other hand, leaned against the cold rock wall, watching Logan’s back as he squatted down to search through Raza’s pockets, his gaze somewhat complicated.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about dying in this sunless cave.
Tortured by shrapnel every day, hammering away at a pile of scrap metal, he had even written over a dozen versions of his will in his heart.
He thought the ones who would rescue him would be the Military or Rhodes, but he never expected that the first person to find him would be this bodyguard who usually joked around, slacked off at work, and smoked with him.
This guy never said anything serious, yet when it came to getting things done, he was more reliable than anyone else.
“Hey, Logan.” Tony spoke up, his voice a bit hoarse and carrying a hint of awkwardness.
“What?” Logan didn’t even look back, disgustedly tossing the inferior cigarettes from Raza’s pocket back.
“…Thanks.”
The voice was very small, like a mosquito’s buzz, almost inaudible mixed in with the echoes of the cave.
Logan froze for a moment, then smiled and stood up: “No need for thanks; just give me a raise when we get back. Also, the business trip allowance for this trip has to be doubled. In this ghost place of Afghanistan, the wind is full of sand, and I can’t even smoke my cigars smoothly.”
Tony rolled his eyes hard, and the trace of emotion that had managed to well up in his heart instantly vanished into thin air.
Ethan quickly packed up the things, and the three of them walked outward.
Tony walked very slowly.
The electromagnet on his chest tugged at the wound, making him frown in pain with every step.
Seeing this, Logan didn’t say anything, walking over and directly propping the man under his arm.
“Hey! What are you doing! Put me down!” Tony struggled a bit, tugged at his wound, and hissed even more severely.
“Less nonsense.
At your snail’s pace, we wouldn’t get out even by dawn.” Logan’s arm held him steadily like an iron clamp, and without looking back, he said to Ethan, “Doctor, keep up.”
Ethan smiled and nodded, carrying the medical bag and following behind.
The remaining few guards in the cave had long since run off through the side tunnels, and Logan couldn’t be bothered to chase them.
A bunch of lackeys without a leader; killing them or not made no difference, as they couldn’t stir up any trouble.
When they walked out of the cave, the horizon was just beginning to turn pale with dawn.
The early morning mountain breeze blew across the canyon, carrying a bit of nighttime chill and dispersing the thick smell of blood on their bodies.
Logan raised his head to look at the sky, silently calculating in his heart.
From the day Tony was kidnapped until today, neither more nor less, it had been exactly one month.
“Just right.” He murmured.
“What’s just right?” Tony raised his head in confusion.
Because of the excessive movement, his cheek accidentally brushed against Logan’s jacket, and he frowned in disgust.
“Nothing.” Logan twitched the corner of his mouth, propping him up as they walked toward where the motorcycles were hidden, “The rendezvous helicopter should be arriving at the extraction point soon. Let’s get out of this ghost place first. When we get back, you have to give me a week’s vacation; running this trip has meant I haven’t been able to have a good drink.”
Tony leaned against Logan’s arm, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat of the person beside him and the faint roaring sound of the helicopter echoing from the distant horizon.
The heart that had been hanging for a whole month finally settled completely.
He knew that starting from walking out of this cave, many things would be different.
The days of slacking off and being lazy would also be gone forever.
As for Tony, this guy would find his own mission.