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Texas, El Paso County, at dawn.
Logan, who had just delivered the last order of the guest, was exhausted and sleeping in his rented extended luxury car, but was woken up by the noisy sounds outside.
"Damn it!"
He cursed angrily and had to struggle to get up and open the car door.
This was something he often encountered, and it must be those smugglers from Mexico again who saw his luxury car and wanted to steal the tires to sell for money.
However, he couldn't let those thugs get away with it at the moment, as he still needed to make money with the rented car, and he really needed the money now.
The professor's condition requires money for medication, and he has been saving up money to buy a boat to take the professor to a safe life on the open sea.
Having lived for so many years and experienced the deaths of both friends and loved ones, he had grown weary of his own life.
Now, his only hope is to provide a decent old age for Charles, who had once saved him and was still alive.
And if those thugs had stripped the tires, he would have to pay a fee to the rental company and couldn't continue with this stable job.
"Hey, these lug nuts are all chrome-plated, and you've all damaged them. You guys, get out of here…"
Supporting the car door, Logan tried to persuade the thugs to leave without using violence, but it was clearly not to his liking.
When the thugs saw the car owner, they didn't run away at first but lifted their hands and fired a shot at Logan, then continued to dismantle the wheels.
Killing seemed to them as simple as eating and drinking.
Logan's healing ability had deteriorated due to the toxins in the adamantium, but such injuries were not enough to kill him.
Standing up, he slowly unleashed his wolf claws and moved forward to fight the thugs.
Due to the aging of his body and lack of sufficient rest, he was quickly beaten down by the six thugs, lying on the ground with his hands protecting his head, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
"George, can he really help us now?"
On the truck, Gabriela asked with a hint of concern.
They detoured to El Paso County and, after four hours of searching, they finally found the trace of Logan, but this situation made her somewhat lose confidence.
George nodded and smiled:
"Of course, and he can be a big help."
Don't underestimate Wolverine, even though he looks like this now. If he really gets angry, no one can beat him.
If they find a way to remove the adamantium toxicity in the future, Wolverine's body will still be restored to its peak youthful condition.
After all, the same man with the healing ability as Wolverine, called Apocalypse, has been alive for thousands of years without any signs of aging.
"You wait here, I'll go talk to him first."
Pushing the car door, George leapt down and used his power to control two knives that slashed towards the necks of the thugs.
For these thugs who have no moral boundaries and kill innocent people at will, he naturally wouldn't have any mercy. He aimed for their vital organs.
"Slash slash slash slash..."
Several sharp sounds of windpipes being cut by a blade echoed, and the thugs who were kicking Logan around fell to the ground, covering their necks in disbelief.
Wolverine noticed the abnormal situation and let go of his arm, also with a surprised expression on his face.
At that moment, a hand reached out towards him.
"Are you okay, Logan?"
"Friend, you might be mistaken for someone else. I'm not Logan, but thank you for your help."
Logan didn't reach out but slowly got up by himself.
George didn't mind; he pulled back his hand and continued,
"I'm George, a mutant. We also have 35 mutant children here. We need your and Professor's help."
"Mutants? Mutants have disappeared long ago. There are no mutants in the world anymore, nor are there Wolverine and Professor."
Wolverine shook his head and, with some difficulty, crouched down to pick up the scattered lug nuts, trying to put the tire back on the car.
George waved his hand, and the scattered lug nuts on the ground immediately rose up and fell into his hands.
"Mutants who appear naturally are indeed few, but there are still many mutants created by artificial experiments, such as me, a mutant synthesized using Professor Xavier and Magneto's genes."
"Who are you really?"
Wolverine saw the nuts floating and his eyes showed a cautious expression. He extended his claws again, but one was still stuck in the middle of the half-cut nut.
George hesitated for a moment and then waved his hand towards a nearby parked van.
After a moment, Gabriela led the three wolf girls and the other thirty-five mutant children as they slowly walked over.
"Show us your abilities, Mr. Logan."
The little wolf girl extended her adamantium-clawed paw, Riktor caused a wall of earth to rise up, and the other children also used their abilities to control wind, fire, plants, electricity and water. Some could even spew cold air.
Although the power was not very great due to not being fully developed, it did indeed prove their identity as mutants.
"Mr. Logan, George didn't lie to you. We just escaped from the Genetic Modification Institute in Mexico City. They..."
Gabriela told her story in detail, explaining her experiences and the situation at the research institute.
After listening to Gabriela's story, Wolverine inhaled deeply and looked at George and the other children, struggling to refuse:
"I'm afraid I can't and don't have the ability to help you."
He didn't care about his own life, but the condition of Professor X required him to avoid getting involved in such complicated matters. One wrong move could possibly lead to the professor's death.
So even though he couldn't stand to see the children suffer, he had to refuse at this moment.
Hearing this, Gabriela's eyes darkened instantly, but George had anticipated this and did not give up.
He knew the reasons for Wolverine's refusal and understood that, at his core, he was a good person who could be easily convinced if given a reasonable opportunity.
"I saw some related information about the Westchester incident in the experimental base by accident. You've been working so hard to make money, which should also be for treating Professor X's illness."
"Helping us is actually helping Professor X, and helping yourself as well."
"If we go with our plan, Professor X will receive the best treatment in the world with the best drugs and equipment, and there's a chance he could make a full recovery."
"But have you considered that Tony Stark, the famous playboy, might not repay us and might even sell us out?"
"This world isn't all about being saved and then willing to repay you. Many people will take advantage of the situation and might even go further to harm you."
Wolverine was silent for a moment before replying.
He had personal experience with that.
During World War II, he had saved an officer, but later, when the officer was on his deathbed, he even coveted his healing ability and wanted to kill him to take over his ability, so that he could keep living.
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