Outside the gas station convenience store, not far from the open space around Chrysler, a few old inks came down from a van, looking at the valuable car, obviously a little excited.
Few people drive Chrysler here, after all, rich people basically don't come to this kind of place at night to turn off the fire and rest.
So it seems that the Chrysler parked in the open space may have been rented by the owner, but this group of old inks don't care, as long as they can make money, the others don't care about them even if they die.
"Unload the wheel, take the money and leave, don't poke Louzi."
"If you break the wheel again this time, I want you to look good."
"Quick, do it..."
"While going, haven't you all eaten?"
"Farke, do you think you're here for a party, turn off the radio, if you attract the police, we won't be able to leave."
Several old inks squatted on the back wheel of the car, holding tools and constantly tinkering with the wheels, and the excited look on their faces may be the reason why the light is too dark.
None of them noticed a person lying in the back seat.
Just look down and tinker with the tires of the vehicle, and because the force is too strong, it will inevitably make the shaking of the car more and more intense, and the entire body is shaking.
"Uh..."
"Farke..."
In the back seat of Chrysler's car, Logan Howlett had just finished drinking and lay down, a little confused and ready to go to sleep, and then get out of the car late at night.
Unexpectedly, after only lying down for a few minutes, someone outside came up to look for something, and listening to the voice of this group of people, it seemed to be interesting to his car.
This made Logan Hawlett couldn't help but curse in a low voice, staggered to his feet, opened the door and walked down, and circled around the front of the car.
"Hey! Don't lose your nut, bro. "
"Hurry up, put it all on the car."
"Okay, move lightly, you have to go guys, move quickly."
Sure enough, there were several Spanish-speaking Lao Mo gathered around the rear wheel, one of them squatted and twisted the nut on the tire vigorously, and the person holding the torch behind couldn't help but urge.
"Hey guys, these nuts are all chrome and worn out by you."
"Look at these tires, the plating has been scratched by all of you."
Wolverine drunkenly swept through the tires, not as directly as rough as he did when he was younger, but stood in place trying to convince these old ink punks.
He no longer has the fighting spirit as before, and he wants to deal with many things lightly.
"Farke..."
Several old Mo slowly turned to look at him, the leader of the people with fierce eyes, looking at the decadent and white-haired old man in front of him, his tone was full of threats, and said coldly: "Old fellow, are you sure?" "
The elderly Wolverine propped up on the car with one hand, his vicissitudes of his face showed decadence, and said weakly: "This car is rented, no one will spend money to drive one..."
Bang!
However, before he could finish his words, Lao Mo, who was the leader, raised the short-barreled gun in his hand, pulled the trigger sharply, and the sound of fire-filled gunfire resounded in the endless desert.
Wolverine's chest fell to the ground with a huge amount of impact.
"Find death and keep working."
The eyes of the old ink at the head revealed fierceness and contempt, and the tone of the short gun was indifferent, and it was not enough to be afraid of killing people on the street in Santa Fe, not to mention that the target of the shooting was still an old man with no strength and no background.
Saying that, a few old Mo turned around, ready to continue working.
But when they turned their backs, the blood hole in Wolverine's chest, which fell to the ground, stopped bleeding, he felt the pain on his body, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn." "
Then Wolverine shook and stood up, his gloomy eyes staring at Lao Mo, who was gathered around the back wheel and continued to work.
However, Wolverine's movement to get up also attracted the attention of several people again.
Old Mo's head held a flashlight, a little incredulous, "How come....."
He was absolutely sure that after pulling the trigger just now, the bullet definitely penetrated this guy's chest, how could he still stand up, this is absolutely impossible!
"Seriously, you'll regret it."
Wolverine lowered her body slightly, her eyes were like a wolf haunted by the night, an old wolf in the twilight to be precise, and her eyes were full of fierceness.
But...
It feels like even an elderly old wolf is enough to crush several of them!
Words fall!
"Ugh!"
Wolverine drunkenly raised his hands, and the sharp steel claws on his fists slowly extended out, but when he looked down, he found that the steel claws that were sticking out became shorter and shorter.
"Settle him!"
Old Mo's head pupils contracted, and his slightly trembling voice showed that he was a little frightened, and then took advantage of Wolverine to look at the steel claws out of his mind.
He suddenly raised his fist and swung it towards Wolverine's temple!
Bang!
Stunned, Wolverine was knocked back a few steps by a sudden punch, but he soon found control and stabbed the arm of the person on the right with a steel claw.
"Ahh!"
The man clenched the pistol and was torn off before he could pull the trigger!
"Fark! Kill him! This guy is a mutant! "
The old ink head no longer realized the identity of the person in front of him, then he lived in vain for so many years, although there have been many years in the world, no new Mutant was born, but the older generation of Mutant has not died.
They are still living in a corner of the world.
I didn't expect to meet one today.
Hearing this, several other old Mo did not dare to slacken, decisively raised the gun in their hands and pulled the trigger, and suddenly the fire from the muzzle of the gun filled the space.
"you! Don't take a taxi! "
Wolverine caught a glimpse of a man shooting at the car, his face changed greatly and he rushed over with a slight embarrassment, and blocked a few bullets with his flesh.
It's just that his old body obviously can't withstand the continuous fire of firearms like his youth, and after a while, he staggered a little and leaned over.
Looked at.
An old ink next to him stepped forward and kicked Wolverine to the ground directly, and then immediately shouted at several people around: "Kill him quickly!" "
In the next second, the rest of the people rushed up to punch and kick him, venting the anger in their hearts, and even the old ink head raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Wolverine's head.
Trying to pull the trigger and solve this dangerous mutant.
At this time, a childish voice came from behind several people, "What are you doing?" "
Endless, who had been staying in the gas station convenience store, saw that the time was almost gone, and hurried out, if his butterfly effect caused Wolverine to die.
That moment was bad.
Although Wolverine has a self-healing factor in his body, his self-healing ability has fallen off a cliff in recent years, and no one can guarantee what kind of accidents will occur.
At the moment When Endless walked into the battle field, a cold voice sounded in his head.
"Battle detected, drop reward: Super Self-healing factor (Wolverine)!"