Chapter 2: Uncle Wolf's Counterattack and the Awakening of New Abilities!

Logan clenched his fists and stared coldly at the five old men in front of him.

This body is old, but he is not a fish on the chopping block. A few old Mo with guns can bully him at will!

"Boy, come on together."

Loganson stared at several people coldly, and before waiting for the gun-wielding Lao Mo to pull the trigger again, he slammed his back foot on the ground, jumped up high, like an old wolf pounced on his prey, and hit Lao Mo hard with his huge fist. face.

He did not reveal his steel claws.

On the one hand, his old body prevented him from extending his steel claws, and on the other hand, he did not want to reveal his identity.

The characteristics of the steel claws are too obvious. Once word spreads, the group of guys who want to put mutants to death may immediately notice San Antonio.

He doesn't want to give up this relatively peaceful life yet.

But even if he didn't use the steel claws, the strength from his muscles and fists could still beat Old Mo until his nose was broken, his eyes turned white, he fell straight in front of Logan, and passed out.

"Oh my God."

Crewe, who was hiding half of his body behind the hotel door, was stunned.

I really underestimated James before.

This alcoholic chauffeur probably has many unknown past events.

The other four Lao Mo looked at the leader who fell on the ground with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and they were a little confused for a moment.

After looking at each other, the four of them swallowed subconsciously.

"He...he is alone!"

One of them suddenly shouted, "Come together!"

The four of them immediately took out their sticks from their pockets and swung them violently, then strode towards Logan.

Lao Mo, who was rushing at the front, raised his black swing stick high and slammed it down on Logan's head without hesitation.

But Logan ducked out of the way, and the stick fell into the air.

Before Old Mo could stop his hand, Logan quickly swung his huge fist and hit Old Mo directly in the abdomen.

With just one punch, Lao Mo's abdomen was dented, and the huge force knocked him back several meters. He lay on the ground holding his stomach and groaning in pain.

When the other three Lao Mo saw this, their expressions changed suddenly, but they had no time to pay attention to the situation of their companions. They waved their sticks together, trying to subdue Logan in one fell swoop.

But the arm of one of them was tightly grasped by Logan's suddenly extended palm.

The big hands, like iron pincers, firmly controlled Old Mo's arm.

Logan grabbed Lao Mo's arm and blocked a swinging stick coming from the other side. At the same time, he took advantage of the situation and hit Lao Mo's chest with his elbow.

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and Old Mo's chest was visibly dented, his ribs were broken, and he fell to the ground wailing dully.

Logan reached out his palm again, grabbed the neck of the old Mo on the left, lifted him up like a chicken, and swung him far away.

Old Mo seemed to be a kite with its string cut off, and it flew more than ten meters. He fell heavily to the ground, and his life or death was unknown.

At this time, an old Mo had quietly come up behind Logan, swinging his stick and hitting Logan hard on his thick back.

As expected, Logan fell to the ground in pain but did not appear.

Old Mo felt as if he had hit a steel plate, his palms were numb from the shock, and the stick in his hand was bent a lot.

Seeing this scene, Lao Mo's eyes were full of horror. He completely lost the intention to fight and turned around to run away.

But how could Logan give him this opportunity? He stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Mo's shoulder. He swung out his other hand without hesitation, knocking Old Mo away several meters and falling to the ground.

In just two minutes, the four old Mo's were completely unable to resist.

Lao Mo, who was hit in the abdomen first, seemed unwilling to give up and struggled to crawl towards the pistol that fell on the ground.

But Logan just glanced at him and suddenly raised his foot and stepped down.

The pistol was instantly trampled to pieces.

Seeing this scene, Old Mo suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that Logan still had to hold back, otherwise he would be able to twist off their heads with his strength!

"Get as far as you can."

Logan left a cold sentence. The four fallen Lao Mo didn't dare to say anything, so they hurriedly got up from the ground, carried their unconscious eldest brother on their backs, and fled as fast as they could, disappearing into the night after a while.

Looking at the backs of the five people, Logan looked disdainful. He took out the cigarette case from his arms, lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and coldly snorted: "You can rob someone with just a gun."

But this is normal. In the free America where guns are free, basically every household has one or two guns.

However, the control of concealed pistols and fully automatic rifles is very strict. It seems that these veterans must have spent a lot of money to get such a pistol.

"James, another drink?"

Crewe, who hid half of his body behind the door, hesitated to speak, and finally did not ask.

He was certain that the guy who called himself James definitely had a story.

But in a place like San Antonio, which is a mixed bag, this situation is not uncommon.

"One more drink..." Logan said, and was about to turn around and go back to the hotel, but a sudden sound in his mind made him stop, "Wait a minute, I seem to be drunk."

[You dare to resist and don't become a fish on the chopping board]

[Prestige +1]

Logan looked at the dark blue panel that appeared in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.

He shook his head and felt the cold night wind blowing against his face. After making sure that he had not drunk too much, his whole body suddenly felt a little down.

It seems that only I can see this thing?

[Endurance]: 6

[Strength]: 7

[Agility]: 7

[Speed]: 7

[Intelligence]: 5

[ Defense]: 7

[Willpower]: 10

[Fighting Skills]: 7

[Prestige (Special)]: 1

[Special Attributes]: None

/>[Special ability]: Self-healing factor

[Current physical condition]: Gradually weakening, in poor condition!

[Current free attribute points]: 0

What does it mean?

Logan stared at the data panel that suddenly appeared and noticed the small words at the bottom of the panel.

[Except for special values, the normal value for other data indicators is: 5]

[Enhance your prestige and get corresponding rewards. ]

[Note: Gaining prestige among the group will double the effect. ]

[Rewards cover free attributes, or special abilities, special attributes, etc.]

Logan looked at these small words and took a moment to react.

"Have I awakened a new ability?"

Having multiple abilities is rare among mutants, but that doesn't mean there aren't any.

In addition to the mutant abilities that appear at birth, some mutants may also awaken some new abilities as they grow up.

Back then, Jean Gray from Xavier Academy for Geniuses had dual mutant abilities, one with mind control and the other with mind control.

However, Logan didn't expect that at his current age, he would be able to awaken new abilities.

According to the new abilities that came to mind, they were linked to the ethnic group. By increasing their prestige among the mutants, they could improve their own strength and gain free attributes.

Moreover, gaining prestige from ordinary people can also improve oneself, but the effect is lower than that of mutant groups.

After completing his understanding of the new ability, Logan's stunned face was gradually covered with joy.

His current condition is really bad. His increasing age and the erosion of external factors have made his body worse day by day.

What's more, the mutant's current situation is like a street rat. He is also wanted by the government, and with the elderly Charles Xavier by his side, he has to live an elusive existence every day.

No one wants to die with regrets, especially Logan. Even years of torture cannot dull the passion in his heart.

"Are you still drinking?"

Crewe looked at Logan who suddenly stopped, mistakenly thinking that he was worried that the gunfire would attract the police, and said with a smile: "If we don't call the police, no one will take care of this damn place."

"drink!"

A smile appeared on Logan's vicissitudes of life. He did not answer, but responded with a hearty smile: "I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight."

The emergence of new abilities allowed him to see a new dawn, and he drank deeply into the night.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he left the hotel with the bottle in his arms and staggered back to the car to rest.

After working as an Uber driver for these years, he rarely goes back to his "home". What he calls "home" is actually an abandoned old factory. Without the warmth of home, and coupled with his busy work schedule, he mostly spends the night in the car. .

In the back seat of the vehicle, Logan was lying down and looking up at the stars through the sunroof.

The starlight tonight is different from before.

Those stars look particularly bright, and the night breeze makes people feel particularly comfortable.