Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Let's look away from Cyber ​​for the time being, because just after he received the "last round" of experimental injections, he was locked in that dark zinc, and when he appeared next time, maybe What's the situation?

And now, just as Cyber ​​is screaming painfully because of genetic collapse, in the deep mountains of Quebec, Canada, another thing is happening and is going on. Yes, this is an incident closely related to Cyber. I can't skip it, and I don't want to miss it either.

The forest gate in the deep mountains is almost an isolated place. With the support of Canada’s rich forestry resources, this kind of profession that has appeared hundreds of years ago has not been eliminated until now. Frankly speaking, doing this business makes a lot of money. There are few, and the risk is high. Except for locals and those who don’t have much opportunities, no one will work in the lumberjack business for a long time.

Unless some people have to come for this job.

"Hey, Logan, let me say, you can take your wife to the big city. With your body like a beast, you can definitely live a good life, why not try it?"

The 40-year-old foreman sat on the felled logs and drank the local wine while smilingly took the roughest cigar from Logan's hand. This thing seemed to be made by himself. It tastes terrible, but for an old smoker, there is nothing better than this.

"Kayla doesn't like big cities very much. I don't actually like them either. It's nice here.

Logan chuckled. This typical big white man was nearly 2 meters tall. Even if he was wearing a dirty lumberjack uniform, he couldn't conceal the rugged breath on his body, his muscles, and the edges of his beard. The face is long and looks very masculine, especially the eyes, even when it is peaceful, it will make people feel a little depressed... But people nearby know that this guy who looks very fierce is a Good-tempered people.

He even saved 4 children from the wild bear three years ago. For this reason, this guy is very popular in this generation, and others will look for him for anything.

And his mantra is...

"Being innocent and making money innocently."

"Okay, okay, you guy, you look like someone from the last era, my father's generation."

The old foreman said drunkly, "They are also so reluctant to bear this mountain, but unfortunately, they finally left here... Hey, who are who? You can't see people wearing such good clothes locally."

The words of the old foreman stopped Logan, who was building the logs, and his nose moved, like a beast smelling. After a second, a touch of depression and irritability appeared on his face.

"Logan!"

A voice rang behind him, but Logan did not turn his head. The old foreman glanced drunkly at the two people who got off the car. He removed the bottle from his hand and looked at Logan.

"Need help? Kid"

"No, no, I can handle it!"

Logan smiled at him, then turned around, the smile on his face was instantly constricted, he threw aside the carpentry gloves in his hand, lit his cigar, and walked towards the middle man in black windbreaker and gold glasses. Young man, Stryker... the bastard he didn't want to see the least, and the guy behind Stryker, in a straight suit, and a headset with tweezers on his ears.

Damn it, this place doesn't receive those radio waves at all.

"I have a job for you, Captain."

Stryker opened his arms towards Logan with a kind face, like an old friend he hadn’t seen for a long time, but Logan ignored him, carrying his axe across his body, and threw the axe in a dilapidated pickup. He leaned in the car and said impatiently,

"I have a job now, Stryker, leave before I do it."

"Don't do that, boy."

Stryker didn't care about Logan's indifference. He pointed to the cold young man behind him and said, "Remember him? Zero, your former comrade,

Logan glanced at Number Zero and curled his lips.

"I have few friends, and there is absolutely no bastard in it who is used to shooting first and talking later."

"boom"

With a faint gunshot, Zero's left hand reached into the pocket of the windbreaker, took out a special pistol, aimed, fired, and then retracted the pistol. The bullet accurately smashed the cigar on Logan's mouth in half. In fact, there is nothing to say about this process. Many veterans can do it, but the problem is time... This series of processes didn't even take 1 second, which is basically the level of a flower in front of others.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary person... Mutant, Zero, the deadly sharpshooter, Logan's comrade-in-arms more than ten years ago, a nasty, self-respecting bastard.

"Inferior quality cigars, 18,000 yuan a year, play a kiss game with the country teacher, Logan, I have to say, your taste is still so bad!"

Number Zero spoke, and his voice was as cold as his appearance, but just as he was pretending to be handsome, Logan's eyes were already in danger. Stryker waved his hand when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Okay, return to the car, number zero, Logan and I have something to discuss!"

There was a flash of warfare in Zero’s eyes, but under Stryker’s stern gaze, he turned around, and Logan showed a mocking smile at this moment.

"Tsk tut, good dog."

"what did you say?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Stryker slapped the front cover of the car abruptly, "Enough you two! I came here today just to watch you quarrel? Bastard!"

No. Zero snorted reluctantly. He turned and left and stood 20 meters away. Stryker's head took out a newspaper from his pocket and slapped it on Logan’s hand. The tone has also become polite,

"Do you really think I'm here to work for you? I'm the unsympathetic guy who came to save your life!"

Logan glanced at Stryker suspiciously. As a veteran who had fought with Stryker for more than ten years and had participated in countless wars before that, he knew the nature of people like Stryker, but when he When he opened the newspaper, he understood what Stryker meant.

"Bradley was killed three days ago... It was Waynes before him, you know what I mean?"

Stryker lowered his voice, "Someone is chasing and killing our former teammates, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. I need you, Logan, to put on the uniform again. We have challengers. I know you are not reconciled for a lifetime. Stay in such a small place, especially you..."

The old general glanced at Logan playfully, "Your wife will always be old, and you, you will not be old, you will eventually leave this place, you do not belong here, Logan, I always know you well. , You are a born warrior, not a...heard lumberjack!"

After Logan saw the news of the tragic death of his former comrade-in-arms, his eyes became fierce for an instant, so that Stryker thought there was something to it, but the next moment he stuffed the newspaper into Stryker again. In the hands of

"Do you think you know me well? Forget it, Stryker, don't be so high-sounding, you're afraid...but I'm not afraid!"

Logan turned and opened the door, and got into the broken car that was blaring all over after the ignition. He glanced at Stryker, then took out the inferior cigar from his pocket again, and snorted.

"Worry about yourself, General Stryker, I can protect myself."

"Don't forget your identity! Captain!"

Stryker lay on the car window, his tone was extremely serious, "Now your country needs you!"

"Do mutants have a country?"

Logan glanced at him, "Even a bastard like you who treats us as weapons can become a general in that country. Is that country really worth my hard work for it? Or that sentence... Good luck, history. Trek, after you die, I will offer you flowers."

"Logan! Logan Egg! Get me back!"

Stryker watched Logan drive away in the broken car. He threw the newspaper in his hand on the ground angrily. He thought he could move Logan, but...

"Huh... it doesn't matter, you asked for it!"

A gleam of cold light flashed on the frame of Stryker's gold wire glasses. He sat back in the car and said to the driving number zero, "Tell Victor... he can do it!"

Logan’s wife, Kayla, is a local village teacher, a well-known beauty. After Logan returned home angrily, she hurriedly put down what was in her hand, walked up, and asked Logan’s arm softly. To,

"What's the matter? Honey."

"Huh...nothing."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief and stroked Okaki's wife's blond hair. He held her in his arms and said softly, "We are moving, dear."

"Ok?"

Kayla held his arm nervously, "Did they find out who you are?"

Yes, Keira knows Logan’s identity as a mutant. Logan swayed. He didn’t want his wife to worry too much, so he casually said, “It’s just a troublesome thing. Let’s move tomorrow and wait until I get back. We went to Toronto and spent several years in this small mountain village. It’s time for us to go back to the city for a stroll."

"Well, I listen to you! My Wolverine."

Kayla gently allowed Logan to pick herself up. She looked at the man with unconcealable love in her eyes. Wolverine, the name for the moon in the ancient faith she believed in, represented her strong Thick, unpretentious love, but when Logan wasn't paying attention, a faint blue light gleamed in her eyes...that was obviously not what ordinary people should have.

What’s worse than falling into a trick is that when you don’t know it, you have actually entered another trick. The freedom you think, the love you think... are just the cloak of disguise, the happiest time, Maybe it is also a memory deep in lies, but unfortunately, not everyone is wise to discover this.

Logan got up early the next morning and went to cut the wood wings to calculate his salary. After he was about to leave, the old foreman held Logan’s hand with a look of dismay and talked for ten minutes. After they were going to Toronto, the old foreman generously gave Logan one more month's salary, and Logan changed hands and spent this month's salary on the lumberjacks and the villages he often went to. Please everyone. After drinking a glass of wine, in their blessing, drove the car towards the house.

But when he was driving halfway, he smelled a familiar smell. He looked out the window... There, a hideous bear's head was caught on a branch, as if his neck was cut off by a sharp weapon. , And the scratches on the trunk.

It's like the claws of a real beast.

Logan's face changed drastically. He drove the broken car to the highest speed, but when he rushed back to the house, everything was over.

Blood... everywhere, on the ground, on the walls, on the torn furniture, in the center of the completely red-stained bed, the beautiful Kayla seemed to fall asleep gently, but the hideous abdomen The scratches made Logan's body tremble. Death had already taken over the room. He was a step late in the end. He failed to fulfill his promise to leave Stryker's special forces.

Another woman died for him. He seemed to be stupid. He moved to the bed step by step and stretched out his hand. His fingers were trembling on Kayla’s cold cheeks. Tears welled up in his eyes. Gently hugged Kayla and knelt on the ground, suppressing the pain, more of the condemnation of the self, the pain and tearing feeling derived from love surged in his heart.

I don’t know how many times this is...every time he wants to immerse himself in a relationship, he will encounter this kind of misfortune. The world does not seem to allow an outstanding soldier to become an ordinary person. It seems to be reminding Logan in this cruel way.

Who are you...you won't belong here in the end, and your destiny won't be here!

"Ah, ah..."

Logan’s last tear fell into the blood on the ground. He hugged the corpse in his arms, and an inexhaustible anger almost burst in his chest.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Like a wild wolf howling, fighting, never rest...

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