Chapter 16: Threats from the Lawrence Family, Strange Text Messages

After a whole day of exposure to the sun, the entire factory was filled with dull air.

The old electric fan rotates, making a creaking noise, and blows out hot air.

"James, to be honest, I really spent a lot of effort to find this place. I have to say that this is really not a good place. If you need it, just tell me. I can find it in the best part of the city." I’ll arrange a place for you.”

Chris lowered his crossed legs and kept a smile on his face, but the smile was not gentle, but made people feel dangerous.

Logan walked to sit across from Chris and said calmly: "No need."

While speaking, he glanced around with his peripheral vision, and he was relieved when he didn't find the professor.

The professor is undoubtedly his biggest weakness now. If the other party controls the professor, he will be completely passive.

However, the heart that had just been put down was lifted up again by Chris' words.

"Don't be so vigilant, James. Just because you don't need it doesn't mean your father doesn't need it. It's not a good idea to let a ninety-year-old man live in a water tower like that."

Chris stared at James with a smile, the warning in his eyes was very clear.

Logan's face instantly darkened, and he clenched his fists tightly, with a few cracks appearing between the fists.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

After wandering around for many years, how could Logan not hear the warning in the other party's words?

There is only one meaning behind Chris' words. I know your address, and I also know that you have elderly people at home who are unable to resist...

"take it easy."

Chris smiled and said: "You saved my life, so I think we are friends, and friends will not hurt each other, right? Of course, unless someone betrays our friendship, but I really don't hope Saw that scene.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a bodyguard took out a palm-sized exquisite gift box from his arms and placed it respectfully in Chris's hand.

"And I heard that this escort mission would not be possible without you. To express our gratitude, the family has specially prepared a gift for you."

Chris gently handed the gift box to Logan, "This is something we prepared carefully. It matches your identity very well."

Logan didn't reach out, just stared into Chris's eyes, his face full of vigilance.

The dark red gift box is specially tied with a delicate knot of red silk, just like those extremely exquisite gift packages in luxury stores.

"Open it, Logan."

Chris always had a smile on his face, as if he only had this expression, but his voice was extremely cold when he spoke.

"You knew my identity from the beginning?"

When he heard his name, Logan was startled. All the muscles in his body were tense, his fists were clenched, and the steel claws between his finger bones were about to come out.

This time, Logan was completely wrong.

He had been wandering around Santa Fe City for many years, and no one recognized him, which made him mistakenly believe that the world had really forgotten Wolverine.

But obviously, this is not the case.

In response to Victor's words, Wolverine's name is so big that even if the name has been dusted for decades, some people will still remember it.

When Wolverine is still useful, he will always be remembered.

"No." Chris smiled and shook his head, "I initially thought you were a very good thug, but my father knew you. When he was young, photos of you mutants would appear on the headlines of newspapers from time to time."

Chris put the gift box on the table, stood up, patted his pants, and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous. I am here just to give you a gift. I will inform you when there is a new task next time. I saved your phone number, remember? But if you can’t get through, I may have to call again.”

After speaking, he waved and led the people out of the factory.

Seeing Chris going out, Caliban rushed to the kitchen immediately, picked up the shotgun from a hidden corner, ran to the door with the gun in his hand, locked the door, and looked out through the peephole vigilantly.

It wasn't until Chris's two cars parked outside the factory started and drove away from the factory that Caliban breathed a long sigh of relief and walked back to Logan.

Logan looked at the exquisite gift box on the table and opened it carefully.

There was a silver revolver in the gift box. The exquisite workmanship made it look like a handicraft. The silver-plated casing shone white under the light. There were three exquisite silver-white bullets beside the pistol.

"Damn it!"

Logan threw the gift box and the pistol back on the table.

He knew that Chris was a naked threat!

"Logan, you told me there wouldn't be any trouble!"

Caliban stood in front of Logan angrily, "But now someone knows that the professor is here, knows that you are here, and has even come to the door. If more people know about it, we may be killed by two people in our sleep." Send an RPG to blow him up!"

"Calm down!"

Logan snatched the shotgun from Caliban's hand and said solemnly: "They won't do anything to us in a short time!"

If he wanted to kill him, Chris would not be here tonight. He would only need to report their location to the government departments. A large number of heavily armed soldiers and helicopter gunships would immediately surround the place.

Now Chris is obviously going to use himself to help him!

"Not now, doesn't mean it won't happen in the future!" Caliban's face was full of panic. "Logan, we have to pack our things. Tomorrow, no, tonight we will escape from here. This place is already full of dangers. We can be at risk at any time." It's possible to get caught!"

With that said, Caliban even went to prepare his luggage.

"Don't be so impulsive!"

Logan grabbed Caliban and said, "Believe me, I can handle this."

Caliban still looked horrified, "I was pinned down on the sofa by three people just now. The pistols on their waists could kill me at any time. How can I calm down!"

He stared at Logan, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, fear lingering in his heart.

"If we run away now, it will only be more dangerous!"

Logan responded calmly.

Now it is obvious that Chris will not expose himself. As long as those guys can profit from Wolverine, they will not fall out so quickly.

But Logan also understands that his life must not always be controlled by others.

Otherwise, once they lose their value, Chris and the others will deal with themselves as soon as possible!

And if they escape directly now, what awaits them is not the Lawrence family, but a comprehensive siege by government departments. The risk at that time will be tens of millions of times higher!

When Caliban heard this, he sat dejectedly on the sofa with his head buried in his hands and a look of pain on his face.

He just wants to live his life in peace, and he never wants to touch dangerous things!

"Logan."

Charles came in from the back door in a wheelchair, "Is the guy just now your boss?"

He controlled the wheelchair and came to Logan, splayed on the wheelchair, "That guy is not a good person."

"I know, don't worry."

Logan reached out and patted the back of the professor's hand, "I will take care of everything. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Charles didn't respond, just looked at Logan quietly.

Although Logan's words were relaxed, the current situation was obviously quite a challenge for him.

"It really doesn't work, let me..."

Before Charles could finish speaking, Logan quickly raised his head to stop him.

He stared into the professor's eyes and shook his head.

Logan understood what the second half of the professor's words meant, 'Let me kill them all! ’

"Not yet, Charles."

Logan shook his head firmly, "That will only lead to greater danger. If we really do that, it won't be just the Lawrence family who knows about us."

Now that his strength has deteriorated greatly, he knows full well the consequences of being targeted by government agencies, which will definitely lead to an irreversible outcome.

Charles looked at Logan's firm eyes and wanted to say something else.

But Logan didn't give him a chance to speak. He turned to Caliban and said, "I bought a lot of things. They are in the trunk. You come with me to get them. We can have a sumptuous dinner tonight."

After saying that, he turned to the professor and said: "Professor, you go to the sofa and watch a movie. Let us forget about tonight's events for the time being. Believe me, I can settle everything."

Charles looked at Logan's appearance and had no choice but to shut up.

Logan and Caliban took everything Logan bought out of the trunk of the car.

He bought a lot of good food, and with Caliban and his careful cooking, the rich aroma of the food soon filled the factory.

The aroma that filled the room relieved everyone's irritable hearts. The three of them temporarily forgot about Chris' worries and devoted themselves to the sumptuous dinner.

The rare delicacies whetted the appetites of the three of them, and it took more than an hour to finish the rare dinner.

After letting the professor take the medicine, Logan pushed him back to the water tower and settled him down. Then he took a simple bath and lay on his bed.

This was a small room, with cracked walls leading directly to the wilderness outside. The cold moonlight penetrated the gaps and shone on his body.

The gunshot wound in the past few days has not completely healed, and thick blood scabs have condensed on the muzzle.

Logan looked at the wounds on his body and exhaled helplessly.

Ding dong!

The mobile phone on the bedside suddenly lit up.

The Uber APP received a text message.

Logan opened his phone to check and found a strange message: Have you stopped picking up customers recently?

Looking at this strange news, Logan was surprised.

Why would anyone care if an Uber driver picks up a passenger?