Chapter 45 He is the Nazi’s nightmare and a hero of the war!

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The door of the abandoned factory opened, and thick dust filled the air.

"Ahem, cough, cough, this doesn't look like a place where people live."

Steve looked around, frowning.

The dilapidated iron room is full of cracks, which lead directly to the desert outside. The transparent tape has become the only obstacle to block the wind and sand. The furniture looks equally retro, the old ceiling fan seems to be from fifty years ago, and there are some things left in the cupboard that have not been cleaned in time. A layer of green fungus has grown on the cooking utensils, and under the sun's rays, the room is filled with unbearable dull heat.

This is simply a place that even homeless people would despise.

"It seems Chris didn't lie. There are indeed people living here, but they should have been gone for a while."

Natasha saw signs that someone had lived in the room, and it was at least three people, which also proved that Chris had not lied to them.

"So Logan is still alive?"

Steve rubbed his eyebrows, thinking of his former comrade, "Oh my god, if he is really alive, he would be at least over a hundred years old."

"Do you really know him?" Natasha turned to look at Steve.

Steve nodded and walked in the room, looking at some details of the house.

Natasha followed him, "As far as I know, Wolverine did participate in World War II and killed many enemies."

"Many enemies?"

Steve suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that your intelligence is not that accurate. The number of people that guy killed cannot be described as 'a lot'. He is simply a killing machine on the battlefield!"

Steve touched the two holes on the iron table in front of him and couldn't help but fall into memories, "He is the devil on the battlefield, the god of death that the Nazi bastards dare not sleep after hearing his name."

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked in surprise: "I'm a little confused. People like Logan will definitely leave a mark in history books, but why have I never written anything in any book?" Have you ever seen his name in history books?”

After thawing, in order to adapt to this era, he read a lot of history books, trying to make up for his seventy-year gap, but the word "Logan" did not appear in any history books.

Natasha was silent for a while and said: "Steve, you have been frozen for seventy years. Too many things have happened during this period. I will explain it to you slowly later."

Natasha decided to avoid this problem. There were many things that Steve didn't necessarily need to know.

However, Natasha's intentional evasion did not dispel Steve's doubts, "I have to find Logan. There are too many mysteries about him."

Not only were there issues that were not recorded in history books, but there was also the confrontation on the New York pier. He didn't believe that Logan would forget his old comrade, but why didn't he recognize him?

Moreover, with Logan's ability, he would not live in such a dilapidated environment. As long as he wanted to, he could definitely become a respected superhero like himself, but why would he choose to live in seclusion?

Perhaps only Logan himself knows the answers to these mysteries.

Natasha saw Steve's persistence, paused and said, "The one with steel claws is not necessarily Wolverine."

"What's the meaning?"

Steve turned his head in surprise.

Natasha thought for a moment and explained: "There are many mutants, and they all have various special abilities. They may just happen to be similar, and...the current biotechnology allows some people to master the abilities of other mutants. Maybe we will meet That's not the Wolverine you know."

After saying that, Natasha quickly changed the subject for fear that Steve would go into details, "Don't worry, I will let people track Wolverine's matter. Let's complete the task first. The top priority now is that you must investigate the hotel case. Killing Donald's mutants is dangerous and more important than finding Wolverine."

"Um."

Steve nodded, took a brief look at the factory, and then turned and left.

Natasha is right. The guy who killed more than thirty gunmen is indeed an unstable factor that endangers society. We must find out something about it!

As Steve walked away, Natasha in the room breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the corner of the room, and dialed a phone number, "Nick Fury, Wolverine has appeared, and he may have Professor X with him. "

…

It had been two days since Logan escaped from Santa Fe City.

For safety reasons, he did not take the spacious highway. Instead, he bought a second-hand pickup truck and took everyone through the country roads.

Although the condition of the trail is not very good, it can ensure that you will not be targeted, but the cost is to get to Nevada, which takes at least three days.

"It's getting late. Let's rest here for the night and hit the road tomorrow."

In town, Logan parked his car in front of a hotel.

This hotel is located in a remote location, surrounded by woods, and only hikers and cyclists stay overnight.

"Where is this?"

Caliban yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked out the window.

"Linktown."

Charles in the back seat read out the name, looked at the town outside the window, and said with melancholy: "It's such a nostalgic name."

During the chat, Logan had already helped the professor take out the wheelchair from the trunk and patted Laura next to the professor. "I'll leave it to you, professor. I'll rent a room first."

Laura nodded, but said nothing.

Since meeting until now, she has not said a single word, and even when she said goodbye to Gabriela, she only waved her hand, which made Caliban always think that she was mute.

Logan didn't care. He booked a three-bed room at the hotel front desk and bought a few cans of beer.

At this time, Laura and Caliban also pushed the professor to his side, and they went upstairs together.

This hotel is a bit old and there is no elevator. Logan had to carry the professor to the second floor. Laura was responsible for the wheelchair, and Caliban was the easiest, with keys and beer.

Although the hotel is old, the room is really good, with all the facilities complete, and even an LCD TV connected to the Internet, without the sense of disrepair.

"Caliban, go and give the professor a bath."

Logan opened the beer and sat on the sofa. After drinking the cold beer, the fatigue of driving all the way was swept away.

Laura on the side stared at the TV in silence.

"Do you want to watch?"

Logan noticed her eyes and her experience. In that laboratory, watching TV was probably an extremely luxurious wish.

Laura nodded.

Logan put down the beer, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

The old movie "The Wild One" was playing on the screen. It was a heroic story, and even the picture quality was very retro.

But the little girl didn't care. She held her chin up and watched with relish, and her eyes gradually became bright.

Logan didn't bother her and drank beer quietly on the side.

As the sound of water in the shower room ended, the professor came out in a wheelchair, noticed the TV screen, and said with a smile: "The Wild One, it's an antique I watched when I was young."

"But for Logan, this is a new movie."

Caliban behind him teased that for Logan's 200 years old, even the first movie of mankind can only be regarded as a new product.

Logan didn't refute this, but just drank beer and looked at Laura beside him quietly.

The girl's eyebrows were very similar to his own. Although they had only met for a few days, Logan felt a little strange about this little girl. Perhaps this was the sense of inheritance in his blood.

After watching for a while, Logan suddenly remembered something, retracted his gaze, and looked at the panel with a move of mind.

[Endurance]: 6

[Strength]: 8

[Agility]: 7

[Speed]: 9

[Intelligence]: 5

[Defense]: 7

[Willpower]: 10

[Fighting Skills]: 7

[Prestige]: 30

[Special Attributes]: None

[Special Abilities]: Self-healing Factor, Thermal Vision