Wolverine, the Demon on the Battlefield

Chapter 23 Wolverine, the Demon on the Battlefield

Inside the suite, Logan stood by the window, gently parting the curtains and cautiously observing the bustling traffic outside.

After last night, he felt that S.H.I.E.L.D. was everywhere, even though they had moved overnight to a hotel more than ten kilometers away from the port of New York. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s spies were still omnipresent.

Logan fears S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention, but he fears Hydra even more. At present, S.H.I.E.L.D. has not yet carried out a major purge, and there are still many Hydra members within its ranks.

"Hydra" isn't just a name; Hydra agents are even more unscrupulous than S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention that Hydra has its own internal research and dissection of mutants.

Now he can only try to hide himself, and even only orders takeout for meals, and he will never go out unless necessary.

Inside the suite, Samuel and his two companions sat around the bed, taking inventory of weapons and supplies.

"James, we're running low on ammunition."

Josh checked the remaining bullets in his backpack; there were only a few scattered bullets.

Chris said the shipment consisted of antique ceramics, which led them to misjudge the situation and assume the mission wouldn't be too complicated, so they didn't carry much ammunition.

Logan thought for a moment and said to Josh, "You and Conrad go out and buy some supplies."

Not having enough ammunition won't do, since the other three are just ordinary people.

Fortunately, this is the United States, so ammunition is not hard to buy; you just need to find a gun shop.

However, Logan was unable to travel, so the task of purchasing supplies had to be left to Josh and Conrad. Although it was late last night, he wasn't sure if Steve and Natasha had seen his face clearly.

He's willing to take that risk.

"Remember, don't attract anyone's attention, and keep yourself hidden."

Logan gave the two people some instructions before they left.

Josh nodded, pulled the obviously reluctant Conrad out of the suite, put on a baseball cap, pulled the brim down, and carefully walked down the streets of New York.

The incident at the port the previous night left them both feeling uneasy.

However, Conrad's face was full of displeasure as he said, "No one has ever dared to ask me to do the purchasing before."

Josh was well aware of Conrad's dissatisfaction and helplessly advised, "Stop complaining. Without James, we would have been fired after that mission in Nevada."

"That was an accident!"

Conrad retorted resentfully, after all, he had traveled that road several times, and only that one time had he encountered enemy activity.

Josh shrugged, said nothing more, and scanned the neighborhood, searching for the gun shop.

The streets of New York are bustling with all sorts of shops, including quite a few gun stores. After the two chose one that looked to be of average size, Josh went in alone to buy bullets.

Conrad wandered aimlessly outside, eventually stopping in front of a secondhand stall.

The stall was filled with a variety of strange and unusual items, mostly vintage pieces such as American founding medals and cowboy hats from the cowboy era.

Conrad picked out a mechanical watch that looked like it came from the last century. He put it on his wrist, thought it looked good and was reasonably priced, so he bought it.

While the stall owner was giving him change, he casually picked up an old comic book from the stall.

This comic looks quite old; the paper is even a bit yellowed, and there's a big X on the cover.

"What kind of comic is this? I've never heard of it before?"

Conrad casually flipped through a comic book while asking the stall owner a question.

The stall owner, an elderly man who looked to be in his seventies, glanced at the comic book cover and said indifferently, "An old relic from the last century. It was very popular back then. If you're interested, you can take it for ten dollars."

"Ten dollars for a lousy comic book? Are you crazy?"

Conrad was about to put it down with disdain when he suddenly saw a familiar face in the comic. He stopped in his tracks and stared at the face intently.

"This is a Wolverine comic. He was quite famous back then, but now he's an outlaw. Comics about him have been out of print for a long time. This might be the last one. Ten dollars is a bargain."

The stall owner grunted and muttered that Conrad didn't know what he was talking about.

But Conrad had no interest in listening to the stall owner's nonsense; his eyes were fixed on Wolverine in the comic book.

Although it's a comic book, the character portraits are very realistic. The Wolverine in the drawing looks about 80% like James, the only difference being that James looks much older!

"James... Wolverine..."

Conrad muttered to himself, a sinister smile instantly spreading across his face as he thought about James's performance.

He slammed the comic book shut. "Ten dollars, I'll take it!"

Unexpectedly, this trip brought an unexpected surprise.

James, it seems you're hiding a big secret!

Just then, Josh walked out of the gun shop, carrying a black bag. When he saw Conrad's beaming smile, he was clearly taken aback and said, "Found some money? You seem so happy."

"I got a great deal, a nice watch."

Conrad showed off the mechanical watch on his wrist and swung it around as if to smugly.

"It's just a broken watch."

Josh glanced at it and immediately lost interest. The two returned to the suite, but Logan was nowhere to be seen. Only Samuel was sitting in the living room watching TV, looking bored.

"Where's James?"

Conrad secretly touched the comic book in his arms, feeling a little restless.

"In the room."

Samuel pointed to the room without turning his head.

*Snap!*

Then I heard the door open and slam shut with a bang.

Conrad's sudden action left Josh and Samuel looking at each other in bewilderment. Ever since the Texas incident, Conrad had been avoiding Logan like a mouse would a cat. What was wrong with him today?

Seeing Samuel's expression, Josh shook his head, completely bewildered.

In the room, Logan was sitting at the table reading a book.

Hearing the door open, he looked up unhappily, and when he saw it was Conrad, his face filled with even more anger. "Couldn't you knock before coming in?!"

Conrad ignored Logan, staring into Logan's eyes with a smile, and said, "I've seen something very interesting, and I think you might be interested in it too."

Logan's wolfish instincts made him frown, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart, but he still said sternly, "I have no interest, get out!"

Conrad chuckled, walked over to Logan's desk, pulled out a comic book hidden under his jacket, and tossed it onto the table. "A Wolverine comic, supposedly from the last century. It's strange, but his face looks so much like yours, almost like you when you were young."

The cover features a prominent large "X".

He stabbed Logan in the eye, and Logan's face instantly darkened.

Conrad, seeing Logan's expression, confirmed his suspicions. He pulled out a chair, sat down, stared into Logan's eyes, and wore a victor's smile.

"What's even more coincidental is that the protagonist in the comic book has the ability to attack with freely extending steel claws. This reminds me of what happened in Nevada. If I remember correctly, of the ten corpses in the gun, only one died from a gunshot wound, while the other nine died from claw-like blades."

Logan's expression was icy, his cold gaze fixed on Conrad. "What do you want to say?"

"Should I call you James, or Wolverine, Mr. Logan Howlett?"

Conrad chuckled smugly, noting that the comic's cover page included Wolverine's real name.

Logan stopped responding, his eyes gradually turning cold.

But Conrad remained unfazed. "I haven't revealed this secret yet. If you want me to keep it to myself, then you'd better disappear forever after this mission. Otherwise, I believe many people will want Wolverine's address."

"Guess what you'll face then? Prison? A laboratory? Or a zoo?"

Conrad laughed, slapped the table, stood up, and strode out of the room.

However, he didn't notice that Logan's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared at his back.

"It seems some people take themselves too seriously."

Logan's pursed lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.

He hasn't recovered his strength yet, so he can't touch Lawrence and Donald for the time being.

It's more than enough to kill a mercenary.

Countless mercenaries have died at their own hands.

People may only remember Wolverine as a superhero, but forget that before that, he was also the "battlefield demon" who had the most dead souls among all superheroes.

(End of this chapter)