Mutant Sanctuary Admission Ticket

Chapter 62 Mutant Sanctuary Admission Ticket

In the forest, corpses were covered with white sheets, the blood seeping from them staining the sheets crimson. The nearby tree trunks and grass were all covered with dried bloodstains, and crows circled in the air, cawing unsettlingly.

The agents walked cautiously through the blood-stained grass, scanning the area with their equipment, leaving no stone unturned.

"Boss, the situation is dire. Zander Rice is dead."

Maria Hill pressed the button on her headset and reported softly, her brow furrowed as she looked at the horrific scene before her.

The sight of more than sixty corpses made her subconsciously believe that a war had taken place here, and each corpse was extremely gruesome, almost all of them cut in half. It was hard to imagine what had happened here.

"Where are Wolverine and Professor X?"

Nick Fury's deep voice came through the headphones.

"have no idea."

Hill sighed helplessly, "Preliminary examinations indicate that these bodies have been dead for more than a day. Given that this place is near the border, they may have already crossed the border. If we want to continue the pursuit, we must apply to the council for a cross-border investigation."

Fury was silent for a moment on the other end of the earpiece, then said in a deep voice, "I will ask the chairman to keep this a secret for now. We can't tell the Avengers, especially Steve. Knowing his personality, if he finds out Wolverine's whereabouts, he will definitely investigate it himself."

"Yes."

Hill nodded in response.

"We'll discuss the specifics when we get back."

After Fury finished speaking, he hung up the call, sat down in his chair, and frowned. "Logan and Charles are almost three hundred years old combined. Wouldn't it be better to just enjoy their retirement? Why do they have to go out and cause so much trouble?"

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Several hours after setting off from the rendezvous point, John led Logan and the others out of the forest and arrived at a dilapidated detached house.

The wooden building looks quite old, standing alone outside the forest.

"Is this the shelter?"

Carl looked at the small building with suspicion. It was completely different from the shelter he had imagined, a place teeming with mutants and protected by safety measures.

"no."

John shook his head, stepped forward, pushed open the door of the small building, and said, "Rest here for the night."

"We can still continue our journey."

Karl looked up at the sky. It was only afternoon, not yet time to rest, and they still had plenty of energy to keep going.

John said helplessly, "If we go any further, we'll have to spend the night in the woods."

This is one of the few safe places to rest along the way, and he also has things to do here.

Helpless, Karl could only nod.

Logan was glad there was a rest stop here; otherwise, they would have to walk all day, which would have been too much for the younger children, and the professor's body couldn't withstand the strain either.

The group entered the house, which looked somewhat dilapidated and uninhabited. The wooden walls appeared slightly rotten, and the wooden stairs leading to the second floor creaked incessantly.

There are quite a few rooms on the second floor, and although the facilities are very basic, they are fine for a short rest.

Logan, behind the professor's back, chose a well-ventilated room and simply made four beds with bedding from the wardrobe.

Laura did not choose to live with them. Ever since she met her friends, she has been inseparable from them every day, and even sleeps with them.

By the time Logan finished, the aroma of food was already wafting from downstairs.

John had stocked up enough canned food and compressed biscuits for everyone, and he was heating up the canned meat whose fat had solidified.

The children, drawn by the aroma, all came downstairs.

Amidst the innocent laughter, the group quickly finished their dinner and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Logan lay on the bed by the window.

Night had fallen, and countless stars hung outside the window. A cool breeze blew in through the cracks in the window, causing the temperature inside to drop. Logan felt the chill of late autumn and curled up slightly under the covers.

Boom boom boom!

Just as Logan was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door, followed by John's hushed voice, "Logan, are you asleep?"

Logan looked up, glanced at the other people who were already asleep in the other beds in the bright moonlight, then tiptoed off the creaking wooden bed, pushed open the door and went out.

"What is it?"

He looked at John outside the door, who was carrying a somewhat old-fashioned lantern, the only source of light in this un-electric border cabin.

"Klaus and I have something we'd like to discuss with you."

John stepped aside, gesturing for Logan to come downstairs.

"Um."

Logan nodded, closed the door, and went downstairs with John.

Since entering the cabin, Logan noticed that John seemed distracted, as if something was troubling him.

Upon arriving on the first floor, John placed the dim lantern on the table, where Klaus was already waiting.

"The plan to go to the shelter may have to be postponed for two days."

As soon as he sat down, John got straight to the point, "We've run into a bit of trouble."

"What's the problem?" Logan asked.

John and Klaus exchanged a glance and sighed helplessly.

"Originally, there were supposed to be three people to meet you," Klaus said dejectedly. "But halfway there, one of our men was caught by the disciplinary team."

"The police squad? It seems this is indeed a big problem."

Logan murmured to himself. He knew this organization; its full name was the Mutant Police, an official team specifically established to arrest mutants, or more precisely, to arrest mutants who commit crimes.

But now any mutant becomes their target.

However, in the name of so-called justice, they would deliberately accuse the captured mutants of some fabricated crimes.

"You want me to help rescue people?"

Logan understood what they meant; they clearly wanted his help.

"Not you, but those of us."

Klaus quickly corrected him, adding, "And Victor, we hope he can join us too. After all, there are quite a few people in the disciplinary squad, and it might be a bit troublesome if it's just John and me. But if you can join us, it will be much easier."

John nodded. "We originally planned to send the children to the shelter and then try to bring more people to rescue them, but that would take too long. She might be transferred or even encounter danger. Fortunately, we met you. We hope you can help us with this."

"Can."

Logan thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, "I'll talk to Victor tomorrow."

After all, it's only natural to help out when you're going to their shelter; consider it an admission ticket to the shelter.

Upon hearing Logan's agreement, the two breathed a deep sigh of relief and smiled.

"grateful."

John nodded, and took a photo from his pocket and handed it over. "This is her photo. Take a look, so you don't mistake her for someone else."

Logan took the photo and examined it closely by the lamp.

The photo shows an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl who is very beautiful. She has short, bright green hair that looks somewhat unruly, but her face is a little pale. She is wearing a denim jacket and is leaning against a car, smiling at the camera.

Upon seeing the girl's face, Logan couldn't help but frown. The person in the photo gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

"What's her name?" Logan looked up and asked the two of them.

"Lorna Dayne," John replied.

"So it was her."

Logan suddenly realized what was happening and looked at the photo again.

No wonder she looked so familiar; it turns out she's Magneto's daughter, Polaris.

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If Polaris is here, then where is Magneto?

(End of this chapter)