Logan was just preparing to fall asleep when a knock on the door sounded.
He checked the time on the alarm clock: 00:05.
Suppressing the irritability of having his drowsiness interrupted, he got up to open the door, and just as he was about to vent his anger, he suppressed it upon seeing clearly who the visitor was.
“Why are you here?”
The visitor squeezed into the room, glanced around at the furnishings that were different from the past as well as the new furniture, and wore a half-smile.
“You’re living pretty well. It seems you’ve made some money.”
Logan closed the door and said indifferently upon hearing this, “Can’t just not eat or drink, right? You think everyone is like you guys, getting a salary from Charles?”
“If you’re willing, it’s not impossible; Charles has always appreciated you.” The visitor sat down leisurely, as if completely lacking the self-awareness of being an outsider.
Work for the X-Men?
Stop messing around, this kind of hard-earned money risking life and limb isn’t even as good as working at a fast-food restaurant.
Logan curled his lip and changed the subject, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me anymore? Why are you here again.”
The visitor didn’t drag things out either, slowly standing up, swaying her sexy waist, standing on tiptoe to reach out, and wrapping her arms around his neck, “Logan, help me.”
“Didn’t Jean tell you, Ororo?” Logan couldn’t help turning his head away, dodging the approaching kiss.
Ororo Munroe, nicknamed Storm, was one of the original body’s ex-girlfriends.
Because she couldn’t tolerate some of the original body’s living habits, she had been harshly chewed out by the short-tempered original body, and hysterically stated that she never wanted to see him again.
“Listen, Logan, we can not talk about these things for now.”
Saying this, Ororo straightened Logan’s face, and her lips instantly pressed onto his.
Logan had also been suppressing his physiological impulses and hadn’t vented them for a while, and this completely broke his defense.
The two of them had a seamless and natural tryst overnight, melting even the toughest steel into absolute tenderness.
Having calculated everything but not expecting the opponent’s seduction, Logan slowly sighed after opening his eyes the next day.
Now, not helping was out of the question; they had already slept together, could he possibly renege on the debt?
But speaking of which, the original body really was blessed.
Despite having dark skin, her appearance wasn’t bad, with curves in all the right places, and compared to his memories, her figure seemed even better.
With a bit of aftertaste, he smacked his lips, got up, and began making breakfast for himself and her.
Two servings of fried eggs and two ham sandwiches, he drank whiskey while she drank milk (there was milk, he lied to Jean).
When Ororo finished washing up, barely supporting her sore body and swollen lower body to sit at the dining table, she looked at Logan opposite her who acted like nothing happened, rolled her eyes, and silently cursed him as a beast.
Then she started eating breakfast by herself.
She picked up the ham sandwich and took a vicious bite, as if treating it like Logan.
After finishing breakfast, Logan, who had a strong nicotine addiction, lit a cigar and said, “Speak, what is it.”
Seeing that they were getting down to business, Ororo let out a sigh of relief in her heart and said seriously, “Two days ago, William Stryker raided Xaviers School and took away some children. Professor and Scott are currently not at the academy, and with just Jean and me, there’s no way we can rescue those children. Therefore, I came to ask for your help.”
Hearing this, Logan wore a weird expression.
Storm and Dark Phoenix couldn’t rescue a group of children?
Two Omega-level Mutants, and they had to ask him, an Alpha-level Mutant, for help?
However, considering that their powers hadn’t reached the Omega-level yet, and given that they were glass cannons themselves, it wasn’t completely incomprehensible.
As for why the original body was an Alpha-level instead of the normal Wolverine’s Beta-class?
Speaking of which, it was because after he transmigrated, his soul strength suppressed the bestiality within his body and allowed him to freely control his abilities, elevating him from the flawed Beta-class to the Alpha-level tier.
Returning to the main topic, having made the decision to agree, Logan didn’t drag things out and nodded to agree to Ororo’s request.
The latter immediately pulled him to board the X-Men’s aircraft, which landed at Xaviers School.
When Jean looked at Logan coming over together with Ororo, the expression on her face was somewhat unsightly, and even her greeting looked a bit awkward and cold.
Logan couldn’t be bothered to care about this, though Ororo felt a bit embarrassed.
However, this didn’t affect the three of them discussing the rescue plan.
A map was taken out by Jean, and she pointed to Alkali Lake in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Maple Leaf Country.
“I have confirmed that Stryker’s research Base is right here, and those kids must be locked up here by him. After the three of us arrive shortly, Logan, you will be responsible for the main attack, while I and Ororo will be responsible for coordination and support.”
Logan held the cigar in his mouth and nodded, having no objections to this arrangement.
He expressed approval for his tactical positioning as a frontline warrior and tank.
Smelling the smoke, Jean coughed, glared fiercely at Logan, and said coldly, “Since there are no problems, let’s set off.”
Having said that, she left with heavy footsteps.
Seeing this scene, Logan asked Ororo in puzzlement, “Did she reach menopause recently? She seems to be only around 30 years old, right?”
“You ask me, who do I ask?” Ororo wore an embarrassed expression, and then followed Jean as well.
Before long, the three of them boarded that stealthy Blackbird fighter jet and flew towards the Rocky Mountains.
Meanwhile, inside the dam Base.
Stryker looked at these Mutant children kidnapped from Xaviers School, hatred and greed flashing in his eyes.
Once the equipment was calibrated, he would immediately send these children to the operating table for dissection and research.
Mutants can only serve as weapons; they are not normal people, they are the cancer of society!
Starting from his son causing his wife to commit suicide, Stryker had already fallen into a rational madness.
Just as he intended to go to another laboratory cultivating Weapon X, the dam’s alarm suddenly sounded.
He hurriedly pulled over a hurrying guard and asked sternly, “What is going on?”
“Officer, someone has invaded the Base. To ensure your safety, please leave here immediately!”
Stryker laughed out of anger, “I’d like to see who has such guts to proactively come knocking.”
On the other side, Logan pulled his steel claws out of a guard’s chest without the slightest psychological burden, and then rushed toward three approaching guards.
In the gap before the opponents could fire, his left hand cleanly sliced off the guns in their hands, while his right hand swept across the necks of the three, blood splashing everywhere.
At this moment, he was like a precision killing machine; within a few breaths, the corridor was already littered with corpses.
Ororo and Jean, following closely behind him, couldn’t help exchanging glances.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen Logan’s previous fights, where he would just rely on his abilities to charge recklessly.
How could it be as clean and neat as it was now?
Both of them were very curious: during this time they hadn’t seen each other, what on earth had Logan experienced to make him change so much?
If Logan knew their thoughts, he would probably roll his eyes and then ask them a question in return.
“Do you understand what Heavenly Dynasty martial arts are?”