Chapter 3 The Poison of Adamantium
The sky was white.
The blinding light hit Logan's drunken face, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.
Last night's heavy drinking made him look a little unwell. He squinted his hazy eyes and stretched out his withered palms to block the dazzling sunlight.
After his eyes adjusted to the current light, he pushed open the car door and returned to the motel.
The hotel was open 24 hours a day, but Kru had already finished his night shift the day before, and a young man who looked only in his early twenties replaced him.
"Open an hourly room."
Logan dropped a few dollars at the front desk, took the key handed over by the young man, and walked to the room according to the house number on the key.
He needed to take a shower.
He was sweaty yesterday, and his cheap suit was full of sweat and alcohol.
If he went out to drive to pick up customers like this, he would be complained by customers.
In the bathroom, Logan took off his suit, revealing his tendon meat and the hideous scars on his body.
Some of his genes contain self-healing factors. Normally, no matter how severe the penetrating wound is, it can be healed in a short time.
However, due to some irreversible reasons, the effect of the self-healing factor has also faded visibly. Even if many injuries can be recovered, they will still leave scars.
Logan stood in front of the mirror and looked at the hideous body. He turned on the radio in the toilet. At this time, the radio was broadcasting boring morning news.
He looked at his appearance in the mirror, and then looked down at his hands.
He clenched his fists a little harder, and three holes slowly appeared between his fists. Three steel claws flashing with cold light slowly extended from them.
However, due to his aging, the steel claws that could be extended at will in the past only showed their heads and could no longer be extended.
Logan stared at the steel claws, stretched out his other hand without hesitation, held them tightly, and pulled them out with force.
"Hiss!"
The sharp steel claws instantly cut through his palm, and the bright red blood dripped. The stinging pain of the torn palm instantly awakened his still somewhat confused brain.
But he ignored it, and the panel appeared with a thought.
[Current physical condition]: gradually weakening, in poor condition!
Logan looked at the content on the panel and suddenly noticed that there was a detailed information next to this line of text.
[Your body is gradually aging, the adamantium alloy is poisoning and devouring your health, and genetically modified food is suppressing your X gene. 】
"Cough cough cough..."
The sudden violent cough made Logan retract the panel, covering his mouth and cursing "Damn it!"
Although he is a mutant, aging is inevitable.
In the past, the self-healing factor in the body would slow down aging and extend its lifespan indefinitely.
But after the government developed defective genes for mutants and put them into food, these genetically modified foods are almost all over the world.
Logan and other mutants inevitably ingest genetically modified foods, which causes the X gene in their bodies to be suppressed, and the self-healing factor is also affected by it, and the effect is obviously gradually weakening.
Of course, he can also choose to eat only pure natural food.
But the government has long guessed the mutants' ideas and taken precautions.
It has long been rumored that artificial rainfall also contains substances that suppress the X gene.
It can be said that as long as you live in this world, you will inevitably be corroded by genetically modified substances.
In addition, the adamantium alloys in your body that can greatly enhance your combat effectiveness are now an unavoidable problem for him.
In the past, there was a self-healing factor, and the poisoning of the adamantium alloy was minimal.
But now it is different from the past. The self-healing factor is gradually declining and can no longer suppress the toxins of the adamantium alloy, causing his body to gradually weaken visibly.
The radio broadcast today's morning news, and the host and guests continued to chat and joke in the live broadcast.
"Josh, the weather is great today."
"Yes, host. Red Pants won the championship yesterday. Even if it was cloudy, the sky was clear."
"Okay, today's topic is mutants."
"Mutants, they sound familiar. Are they some new superheroes?"
"No, no, no, they are a very distant group, but there seems to be no news about them in the past decade."
"Endangered species?"
"A good analogy, Josh, they are just like Indians."
"I remembered the host. I seemed to have seen related news when I was a child. They seemed to be very dangerous."
"Of course, but the good news is that mutants are dying out. Extinction will be inevitable. This group of dangerous guys will become history."
"..."
Bang!
Logan decisively hung up the radio, his eyes full of coldness.
Extinction?
Extinction?
Logan sighed deeply, his face gradually helpless.
Perhaps the news is right. The era of mutants is over.
Under the suppression of genetically modified substances, mutants can no longer give birth to offspring.
Not only do they suppress mutants physically, they also use such means to try to completely exterminate them.
Logan slammed the porcelain basin he was washing his hands in, venting his self-blame.
He could have changed everything, but in the end, everything ended in tragedy.
"Cheer up!"
Logan looked up at himself in the mirror.
Although the person in the mirror looked like an old man with a long illness.
But under those old eyes, he regained vitality today.
The awakening of new abilities gave him new hope.
He was unwilling to give up!
After bandaging the wound on his palm that was cut by the steel claws, Logan changed into a clean cheap suit after taking a shower and strode out of the hotel.
At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and called an unmarked number.
"I want to buy medicine, see you at the old place."
Without waiting for the other party to respond, Logan hung up the phone, got in the car and started the ignition.
The professor was very ill and needed medicine to suppress it all year round.
But now he is a wanted criminal, and it is impossible for him to register and buy it with his identity.
It is even more impossible for the hospital's prescription drugs to be sold openly to a wanted criminal.
But fortunately, this is San Antonio, a place where nothing is surprising.
There are many ways to get medicine, and it is also very common for a batch of medicines to be lost inexplicably in the hospital every day.
Of course, the medicines purchased in this way are usually far higher than the market price.
Logan did not make much money as an Uber driver, and most of his monthly salary was used to buy medicine for the professor.
But he had to do it.
The professor was very ill. Without the suppression of drugs, the professor's brain was a bomb that could explode at any time.
For the professor and for safety, he could only run around the streets of San Antonio.
Especially when he touched his empty wallet.
As for leaving the professor alone, Logan had never thought about it, because the professor had not abandoned him at the beginning.
Bang!
Logan had just started the car and was about to shift gears to leave when the passenger door suddenly opened.
A man in a black suit got in without hesitation, looking back nervously, and kept urging Logan, "Drive quickly!"
Logan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a group of gunmen rushing towards this side.
It seems that this guy has caused a lot of trouble.
"Sir, I don't want to cause trouble."
Logan looked at the man in the suit and spoke calmly.
"One thousand dollars, take me away from here!"
The man stared at the back, his tone unquestionable.
One thousand?
Logan couldn't help but calculate the benefits.
One thousand dollars, minus the gas, an Uber driver would need ten days to earn that much.
Logan was tempted, but he still turned off the engine and held out his hand, "Five thousand."
"Damn it!" The man looked at Logan who was raising the price, and finally nodded helplessly, "Deal."
Logan smiled, "Hold on tight!"
Restarted the ignition, and the black Chrysler quickly fled from here.
He didn't want to cause trouble.
But now, having no money in his pocket is his biggest trouble!
