The communication between Logan and Emma was very brief; the latter couldn’t stand the former’s rogue-like demeanor and fled in a panic.
Watching Emma’s departing figure, he rubbed his chin, pondering when to go sponge off her.
“What are you thinking about?”
Logan glanced at the hand Tony patted on his shoulder and said, “Just saw an acquaintance and chatted for a couple of sentences.”
“Ho ho, you guy really are hiding your depths, actually knowing people here?”
How could Tony not have checked Logan’s background?
If he didn’t understand him, he wouldn’t keep him by his side.
In his impression, this fellow Logan could be said to be penniless, with his only property being that modified harley motorcycle, a few cases of whiskey, and a few boxes of cigars.
To put it bluntly, if he knew wealthy people, he wouldn’t have ended up being his bodyguard.
From this, it is actually not difficult to see Charles’s series of security protection measures for Mutants.
He and Hank cooperated openly and covertly to cover up the specialness of Mutants among ordinary groups, creating false identities for those Mutants who were unwilling to expose their identities so they could peacefully live the lives of ordinary people.
As for a Mutant like Logan whose age span was extremely long, the difficulty of covering it up was also great.
But this did not mean Charles couldn’t do it.
For example, the identity Logan was using now was the one Charles helped him make: Logan Howlett, born in Texas in 1980, 25 years old at the time, graduated from a third-rate university, majoring in social relations.
“Can’t you allow my former classmate to strike it rich?” Logan squinted sideways at Tony.
“OK OK.” Tony was not the kind of person to pursue a question to the very end either.
He patted Logan’s shoulder and said, “All right, let’s go, the business is done.”
Logan sneered, “What, in a rush to keep a date?”
Tony didn’t feel awkward even after being exposed, and said nonchalantly, “If you have this ability and this idea, why not put it into action? Life, you know, is about making merry in time.”
“I agree with that.”
Dropping Tony off at a certain apartment, Logan rode his motorcycle back home.
He took a shower, simply made two sirloin steaks, and fried two runny eggs for dinner.
He turned on the TV and tuned the channel to the latest entertainment program.
Finishing his dinner accompanied by entertainment gossip, Logan turned on the PS2 and began his single-player game journey, playing Shadow of the Colossus which had just come out this year.
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Although there were few things to play, it still had its own unique fun.
Playing for two hours, Logan turned off the game and ended the day’s activities.
The next day, Pepper indeed came to Stark Tower and was officially appointed as the executive assistant in the meeting, assisting Tony in handling company affairs.
To some extent, she was considered half the Master of the company.
This also made quite a few people murmur inwardly, wondering if this was just another sideshow of the playboy.
Pepper’s ability was unquestionable, and in the future, she would help Tony keep Stark Industries in good order.
At the time of Tony’s suffering in Afghanistan, she stabilized the internal affairs of the company, preventing Stark Industries from falling apart in that storm.
Tony’s arrangement had no problem, but to others, it seemed a bit abrupt, especially the company’s veteran Obadiah Stane.
This future iron monger appeared submissive on the surface, but deep down, he was probably growing increasingly resentful.
Logan, who watched all this with cold detachment, couldn’t help but sigh that there is a cause for every effect, and the birth of a result is constantly pushed forward by countless subtle judgments and choices.
Days began to grow peaceful.
Pepper displayed her talents, Tony forged weapons for Military orders, and Logan went to work to daydream every day and clocked out off work.
His days couldn’t be more relaxed.
The X-Men had no movement; only Ororo and Jean occasionally sent messages to inquire about recent conditions.
During this time, a strange call came in and was rejected by Logan—this was the most common response to strange calls before crossing over.
Perhaps someone would say, why didn’t Logan hunt Mutants?
Guys who could ask such a question simply didn’t use their brains.
First of all, hunting Mutants would definitely be targeted by Charles and Magneto, which was equivalent to asking for trouble.
Secondly, you had no enmity with the person, and you killed them just for the sake of their ability; what difference did that make from a psychopathic serial killer?
Although he was somewhat selfish and a bit of a rogue, he wasn’t a rotten person and wouldn’t have such low bottom lines.
Finally, wouldn’t it be great to legally and reasonably acquire abilities?
There were so many conflicts in the future to intervene in.
Therefore, all Logan needed to do was calmly wait; he had plenty of time and naturally had plenty of patience.
That night, Logan had just gotten off work from Stark Industries and rode his motorcycle to his usual bar to restock.
Logan was not stingy either, throwing him a cigar.
Tom took the cigar, sniffed it under his nose, and his eyes lit up, “Cuba cigars, ninety-nine percent, rare stuff.”
Logan bared his teeth, “All right, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and load two cases of wine. Same old rules, don’t try to fool me with your watered-down stuff from before; I can taste it out.”
Tom made an OK gesture and called two subordinates to move the wine for Logan.
With the wine loaded, Logan didn’t stay long.
He fixed the wine on the back seat of the motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and was about to leave when he suddenly felt the back seat sink, and an urgent female voice sounded:
“Quick, someone is chasing me. Help me, please, let’s go quickly!”
Feeling the close touch against his back and judging the other party’s age and figure, Logan hesitated for a moment, twisted the throttle, and shot out like an arrow.
Relying on his Beast-level keen senses, he could clearly feel the heavy and rapid running behind him.
He looked into the rearview mirror, and the pursuer also revealed their true face from the visual blind spot.
Disheveled hair, sturdy build, and tattered clothes.
Raising his head, he revealed a Beast-like face.
“F*ck! Sabretooth?!”
Logan gritted his teeth, “Chick, how did you manage to provoke that old madman Magneto?”
The young girl behind him looked somewhat bewildered upon hearing this, “Who is Magneto? I don’t know him.”
“…”
Confirming that the other party indeed didn’t know Magneto, why would Sabretooth hunt down an ordinary young girl?
This showed that there was a secret on the young girl, or a secret urgently needed by that old fellow Magneto.
Detouring all the way, weaving left and right through the alleys in the city, he finally managed to shake off Sabretooth temporarily.
Logan stopped the bike, pulled the young girl down abruptly, and her hood fell off accordingly, revealing a rather familiar face.
“Thank you, I’ll leave right now.”
The young girl was grateful at first, and without hesitation, turned around to leave.
She had already caused trouble for the other party and couldn’t be so unappreciative anymore.
“Wait.” Logan spoke up to stop her, squinted his eyes to size her up for a moment, and said softly, “What’s your name?”