Chapter 83

Just when Zhou Yi asked Mystique to convey oneself's invitation to Magneto Erik, Vajra Wolf Logan also met an extremely important opponent in oneself's life.

Because Rogue was asked not to leave the sight of Ororo and Jean Grey at will, Logan could only follow a group of troublesome women around for a whole day. This is not a pleasant feeling for him.

If you just get along with Jean Grey or Rogue, maybe he will not feel bored, but if you follow four or five women, three or four of them are still young girls, you will be tolerant of him In terms of strength, it is definitely a huge challenge.

Rogan has never been a good-tempered person. If it weren’t for Jean Grey, a woman who made him feel so good, and Rogue, who made him feel like a family member, maybe he would have gone away long ago. The burden is gone. But for these two people, he forcibly endured it. It wasn't until a group of people came back from play that the tense nerve in his mind was loosened.

Because the intermediate process was too painful for him, he needed to release his own pressure now. What method does a mature old man need to release his own pressure? In fact, there are only those few, and the most common ones are tobacco, alcohol and women.

Women are very common for Logan. A man of vicissitudes like him does not need to pick up girls, and naturally there will be girls to pick him up. Therefore, in his long life there have been many women, most of these women are passers-by, only a few have left a deep impression on him. The most tragic thing is that an experience made him forget all this, he forgot a woman who was very important to him.

Although he has recovered this feeling in Jean, his instinct tells him that there is actually a gap. Perhaps because of these reasons, he had no idea of ​​looking for a woman this time.

For cigarettes, Logan, who already has the 40th anniversary top grade cigar in his body, can be said to have no desires. So naturally, he came to the bar.

Maybe it is the memory of in the bones. Logan doesn't like the very noisy nightclub, but is more keen on the nostalgic old bar. Especially the kind of singers who are not very prosperous, and the old bars filled with soothing music are his favorite places to hang around.

Although I first arrived in Paris, with oneself's more sensitive sense of smell than a dog and his instinct as a qualified old alcoholic, without much effort, Logan found it on a street in a certain age oneself is looking for the target.

This bar for some years is called the Pride of the Lion King, but it sounds domineering. But when I went in, I only felt a sense of twilight. There are some old tables and chairs everywhere in the bar, filled with rosin aura. Not only will people not feel that this place is old, but on the contrary, it seems that there is a precious imprint of years engraved in it.

On the stage, a slightly decadent singer hummed softly, and the melodious music echoed in the bar. In the light that is not particularly bright, the utensils on the long bar reflect a warm color.

Plus the intoxicating aroma, and the whispers and laughter of the guests mingled together. Stopping here is enough to make people feel a sense of stagnation and slow flow of time.

This is Logan's favorite feeling. Once he walked in here, he felt like he was back home. Compared to the things now, this old bastard may be the deeper existence in his memory.

"Whiskey, add ice!" He did it in front of the bar, and said to the uncle who was a little fat bartender, Logan took out a cigar and threw it up elated.

The bartender quickly pushed a glass of iced whiskey in front of Logan. Perhaps because there were no guests, he walked away instead of wiping the glass while facing Luo. Root said.

"The guest looks a bit unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

"Me and a few guys just came from United States, didn’t expect You can find this kind of sentimental place here!" After swallowing the wine in the quilt, Logan ordered the table and motioned to the bartender to fill the wine. In this laid-back environment, he doesn't mind chatting with the bartender.

"Not many people think of you this way now." The bar filled Logan with a glass, and said with some emotion. "This bar is inherited from my father. It has a history of more than 70 years. Not many people still come to this place. Most of them are regular customers. Tourists like guests , But I don’t want to come to such a place."

"Hey! Those brats don’t know how to appreciate, only this kind of place is worth stopping." With a sneer, Logan said own opinion.

"If there are more tasteful guys like you, then I really have to thank God." Seeing Logan drank the glass again, the boss of the bar consciously gave him It was full, and said quite boldly. "I'll take this glass!"

Logan raised the glass, thanked Boss for his kindness, then squinted his eyes and began to savor it. And the Boss saw the guests coming in, and stopped chatting with him, but went to greet those people. For a moment, Logan's side became a little colder. This situation is quite familiar to Logan. Because he himself is a lone wolf.

In this situation, until a somewhat familiar silhouette came to his side. It was a tall white male. The height of more than two meters and the absolutely majestic figure made him full of oppression force just by looking. The most conspicuous thing about his rough face is his squinted eyes like a big cat and the slightly exposed tiger tooth. And the shabby large windbreaker and tousled hair on him make him look more like a vagrant than a guest.

Perhaps because his appearance is too scary, the bar Boss not at all means to stop this guy, but let him walk to Logan and sit next to him.

And when he was sitting down, Logan only discovered his arrival. This is extremely abnormal for this lone wolf. His instincts and five senses are not inferior to real animals, but he doesn't feel a little bit about the people around him. So when he spotted this guy, he immediately became alert.

Maybe not everyone is hostile, but this person is definitely an enemy to him. This is not only because they have fought against each other because of Rogue, but also because his soul is continuously warning him. As a lone wolf, he believes in this feeling even more than the fact that oneself has seen.

“It looks like you know who I am?” The tall man’s face showed a lazily look like a big cat. He squinted at Logan, but he He unceremoniously drew a bottle of wine from the bar and poured it directly into his mouth.

After a long time, he put down the bottle. Randomly wipe the liquid from his beard with his torn sleeve. Asked Logan. "If you can, I think you should tell me, otherwise you won't have a chance after a while."

"Do you think I will know the name of a stray cat?" He retorted bluntly, Luo There was a vicious expression on Gen's face. This is his instinct. When dealing with this person, his instinct occupies more positions. "Besides, I don't think you need to know. Because even if you know, you won't have a chance to celebrate."

"Really? It doesn't matter." Slowly opened his eyes, tall What the man shows is a savage and violent aura like ominous beast. "They call me Sabertooth, I think the name is not bad. So, you disgusting guy, you can go die for me."

Speaking of this, he stretched out his big hand directly towards Logan’s Position fiercely waved away. When he moved like this, the black nails on his five fingers burst out suddenly. The sharp nails looked no different from the sharp claw of the beast, but the truth was that their formidable power was stronger.

Listening to the wind, Logan reluctantly got out of his body. Sabertooth's sharp claw suddenly landed on the bar. The wood of some years was almost indistinguishable from paper in front of his sharp claw, and a lot of sawdust had been caught by him in the sound of unpleasant friction.

And when I look at the bar at this time, the five deep paw prints are enough for anyone to see it will be trembling in fear.

After Logan avoided the attack, he immediately launched a counterattack. The Vajra sharp claw between the fingers suddenly stretched out, and the weapon created by Adamantium slashed at the enemy in front of him with the sound of the wind.

For the enemy, Logan had no idea of ​​keeping his hand, even more how he did not think that oneself had to keep his hand even more how to the enemy he had fought before.

When Logan's sharp claw swung towards Sabertooth, the tall Mutant immediately sprinted back, and his huge body showed unimaginable agility. So as it should be by rights, Logan's attack fell to the empty space. His sharp claw split the Sabertooth's seat in vain, but it has no effect on the deity.

As soon as they started fighting, the crowd in the bar began to flee the dangerous scene in a mess. This even includes the boss who was still chatting with Logan before. If it is an ordinary fight, the Boss may not mind using Remington under the oneself counter to teach him a lesson, but if it is two Mutants. He could only leave the matter obediently and honestly.

Mutant's battle is not something normal people can intervene. It was a desperate behavior, and the human group that had already learned a lot from the past had formed own cognition early on.

The two Mutants in the battle were not disturbed by these chaotic crowds at all. They began to stare at each other, wandering slowly, looking for the most suitable moment of attack. At this time, the first person to lose his temper is often the one who suffers.

But Logan still chose the first strike, relying on own undying and Steel Muscles Iron Bones, he wanted to use the fastest way to solve this enemy.

So he shouted, holding up the sharp claw on his hands, and rushing towards Sabertooth like an arrow from the string.

Sabertooth, who was staring at Logan, quickly moved away when he reached his body. Taking advantage of oneself's height and arm length, he directly closed his five fingers and pierced Logan's vest with a steel cone-like nail. He wanted to see if his own sharp claw could cut the heart of the guy he hated.

Sabertooth's advantage is particularly obvious, his arm touches Logan's back first. So before Logan touched his body, he had used the sharp claw to gouge out a large piece of flesh on his back.

The pain of meat cutting made Logan let out a fierce growl, but an unspeakable feeling dominated his body, making him ignore the pain. Instead, he straightened his arm harder.

Adamantium’s steel claws were inserted straight into Sabertooth’s waist and ribs. The sharp blade that no stronghold one cannot overcome directly cuts his muscle skeleton and internal organs. When he is loudly roared, he will be inserted into Sabertooth’s body. When he pulled out his left hand, he could even see his half-broken kidney and intestines entrenched in the huge wound.

And Logan is also uncomfortable, his back has been dug out of flesh and blood the size of a sea bowl, and there is a faint metallic luster on the terrible wound in Blink. Adamantium's skeleton protected his heart, so that Sabertooth would not actually dig it out. Even so, his situation is not very good.

Of course, he looks much better than Sabertooth.