: McCa's Grand Ambitions, S.H.I.E.L.D. is in Trouble

Chapter 85: McCa's Grand Ambitions, S.H.I.E.L.D. is in Trouble

In the bathroom, steam rose as Logan dried himself with a towel, stood in front of the mirror, reached out and wiped away the condensation, and looked at himself in the mirror.

His muscular physique looked incredibly wild, and all the bullet holes on his body had disappeared. His previously softened skin had also regained its firmness.

It's hard to imagine that just two days ago, this body was riddled with bullet holes, but now, thanks to the self-healing factor, it has completely recovered. This shows that the self-healing factor's restorative ability has gradually returned to its peak.

The wrinkles on his face had also disappeared a lot, with only one or two unclear wrinkles remaining at the corners of his eyes. His face now looked no more than forty years old, with no trace of aging, but rather the vigorous vitality of a young man.

The messy hair on his head is gradually regaining its rosy color, and the white hair is gradually turning black. Now it is almost invisible. Only by pulling back the hairline can you vaguely find a few white hairs among the clump of black hair.

The self-healing factors gradually recovered, continuously repairing his body. The aging cells seemed to be revitalized, and the word "old age" was constantly being bid farewell and striding away from this body.

Logan looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but feel a little dazed, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

Returning to his youth is certainly a good thing, as it allows him to accomplish many feats that he couldn't achieve before.

But if he recovers to a youthful state so quickly, then the fact that his self-healing factor has recovered is probably impossible to hide. Just by looking at the changes in his appearance over this period, one can guess the secret of his self-healing factor.

Logan gave a wry smile, wiped the water droplets from his face, changed into a clean set of clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

Victor was sitting at the coffee table, fiddling with the mechanical watch Logan had brought back. Seeing Logan come out, he said with dissatisfaction, "I participated in the operation too, and McCain only gave you a watch? That's so unfair!"

"If you want it, then take it and wear it."

Logan spoke nonchalantly. He had never been interested in these decorative items; he would wear them if he had them, but he wouldn't try to force himself to have them if he didn't.

"don't want."

Victor tossed the watch to Logan with a look of disgust. "I don't even want this junk that costs a few hundred dollars."

Logan took it, put it on, and laughed, "I feel pretty good about it."

The dark green dial looks very sophisticated, and the exquisite metal bracelet and the ticking hands exude the charm of a successful person.

Victor rolled his eyes.

At that moment, the door opened, and Caliban pushed the professor back into the living room.

"I'm back."

Logan greeted the two with a smile and asked, "How's it going? Is the lesson going smoothly?"

Charles smiled and nodded repeatedly, "It's much simpler than I imagined. The children are all very studious and have a lot of ideas. Everyone has lofty ideals."

At this point, the professor couldn't help but show a kind expression, recalling the scene of those children listening attentively in class, as if he could see the hope for mutants right before his eyes.

Caliban added, "Those kids are very idealistic, like a young professor, thinking that mutants can get along well with humans, but I feel that's too idealistic, at least not in the short term."

Upon hearing this, Charles fell silent and did not speak.

Having ideals is a good thing.

Logan just smiled and said, "Their ideals will become reality later."

Suddenly, he thought of something and spoke up: "Also, S.H.I.E.L.D. may know about my healing factor recovery. During our encounter, they noticed the changes in my appearance and the speed at which my body heals after being shot. This can't be kept secret for long."

Not all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are idiots. Once they review the battle, Hill will surely deduce that Logan's healing factor has been restored.

"So what if it's discovered? It was inevitable."

Charles shook his head helplessly.

After all, the effects of the healing factor are passive, and it also repairs Logan's aged appearance, which is impossible to hide.

After saying that, Charles suddenly became serious and stared at Logan, instructing him, "But apart from the healing factor, you must not reveal any other abilities, otherwise you'll be completely finished. Those guys will spare no effort to find you."

The recovery of the self-healing factor is at most a case of Logan's X gene overcoming the suppression of genetically modified foods. This only shows that Logan's X gene is relatively resilient and will not attract much attention.

But once the new ability is exposed, it will make all laboratory organizations aware that the X gene within Logan is evolving.

Once this news gets out, all biological laboratories involved in mutant research will go into a frenzy, and all major government departments will go all out.

At that time, Logan was truly fighting against the entire nation single-handedly.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Logan nodded, then said with icy eyes, "If there is ever a situation where we have no choice but to expose ourselves, I will not let any of them escape alive."

Having finally arrived at the mutant sanctuary, he was unwilling to give up these relatively peaceful days so easily.

While they were talking, Caliban kept staring at Logan's wrist, looking at the watch.

After their conversation ended, he exclaimed in surprise, "An Omega watch? That's not cheap, Logan, where did you steal it from?"

Having worked in the black market, he recognized the brand of the watch at a glance. Among mechanical watches, Omega is definitely one of the most well-known brands.

He examined it closely. "This watch costs at least a thousand, and it looks really good."

"It was a gift from McCain."

Logan seemed a little uncomfortable and covered his watch with his long sleeve.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Logan opened the door, and there stood Lorna Dane. The girl smiled and said, "The campfire party is about to start, want to come?"

"A campfire party?"

Logan was slightly surprised.

Lorna nodded and said, "It'll be very lively. McCa said that newcomers to the shelter should participate as much as possible."

Logan paused for a moment, then glanced at Caliban and the others behind him, and said with a smile, "Let's go."

……

As darkness fell completely, the sky was dotted with stars. Lorna led the way with great strides, followed by Logan and Victor, while Caliban pushed the professor on the other side.

In fact, Logan didn't need Lorna to lead the way. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a dazzling fire burning in the center of the farm in the distance, and he could faintly hear the laughter of children.

Lorna explained with a smile, "The campfire party is an event that Maika organizes. It's held every two weeks. Everyone plays around the fireflies, chats, eats snacks, and looks at the stars. It's very lively and mainly to foster relationships and liven up the atmosphere of the shelter."

Logan listened and nodded repeatedly.

While shelters are nice, they are isolated and quite secluded. Without activities like these to keep people entertained, many would find it unbearable.

Such activities can also make more people feel a sense of belonging to the shelter, and allow some children who have left their families at a young age to feel the warmth of home again.

"McCarthy is a truly excellent leader. It's rare to find a leader these days who is so considerate of others."

Caliban looked at the grand bonfire in the distance with a sigh, his expression suddenly becoming one of great enjoyment.

There was no danger, no damn heat or scorching sun, and a leader like McCa who was willing to consider the little things in life. For him, this was simply paradise!

Victor couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and tease, "You've only known him for a few days, and you're already acting like you'd give him your back door too."

"Shut up, I was just praising someone's talent!"

Caliban sensed the sarcasm in his words.

"White Ghost, I really think you should take a shower and then knock on his door. Maybe he's already got his eye on you?" Victor continued, still talking.

Listening to their conversation, Logan patted his head in exasperation. "Can't you two say something more meaningful? Lorna is still so young."

Victor remained silent, while Caliban protested, "He spoke first!"

Lorna didn't care; instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled, because Caliban had been saying things like that far too often these past few days.

Soon, the group arrived at the middle of the farm.

A plaza has been carved out here, with piles of firewood in the middle, burning fiercely. The orange flames stand out brightly in the darkness.

Logan pushed the professor to a quiet spot, where he stared at the scene around the fire.

The children held hands and jumped around the bonfire, while the older ones sat in front of the barbecue grill next to the fire, constantly turning the fragrant meat skewers.

On the other side, a long table was filled with various snacks and drinks that were readily available, as well as beer for adults.

People laughed freely around the bonfire, the orange glow of the fire casting a bright golden halo over their faces.

The children's innocent laughter was like beautiful musical notes, making the professor unable to suppress his smile and his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Professor, this is what you wanted, right?"

Maika appeared beside the group at some point, gazing with fascination at the warm scene illuminated by the firelight.

"Peace, tranquility, and happiness are what I want to see in them."

Charles nodded, as if hoping that time could stand still, and that they could enjoy the peace and joy that belonged only to this shelter.

McCain let out a long sigh and said, "But it wasn't easy to do all this, and my goals don't stop there."

"Oh?"

Charles looked over with surprise, then became interested: "Could you tell me about your grand ambitions?"

McCa looked up at the dazzling starry sky and said, "My ideal is simple: to make life easier for everyone, to ensure that everyone is treated fairly, that we no longer have to hide or live in fear, and that every day can be like tonight, gathered around the campfire, leaving all our worries behind, and simply enjoying safety and happiness."

Charles looked at McCain, who was gazing up at the brilliant starry sky, his face filled with determination.

"A lofty ideal."

Charles also sighed in agreement.

"Maybe I didn't come to the wrong place."

Logan muttered to himself that McCain had a lot of guts, but these things were too far removed from their lives.

He was just about to talk to Caliban and Victor when he realized that the two guys had already run to the long table and were drinking beer.

The two guys who were just bickering are now like old friends who have been separated for a long time, with only the drinks in their eyes.

The children around the campfire were having a great time. When Laura spotted Logan, she ran over and grabbed his trouser leg, inviting him to join in the fun.

It wasn't until late at night, at McCa's instruction, that they reluctantly extinguished the campfire and ended the party.

This party seemed to be one of the few bright spots in Logan's more than ten years of monotonous life on the run.

However, he did not find John and Klaus at the party. After asking around, he learned that the two had been assigned by McCa to lead a patrol.

For the next few days, Logan didn't leave the farm again, since the S.H.I.E.L.D. guys were probably searching for him all over Canada.

However, he didn't sit idle. He agreed to give a lesson to everyone, teaching them fighting techniques and combat experience.

These courses are not mandatory; anyone who wants to attend can participate.

What he didn't expect was that his classes were almost always packed, and people from the shelter who had time would come.

But thinking about it, it makes sense, since such courses are useful for both adults and children.

In addition, as his previous stories about Wolverine gradually spread throughout the farm, many people learned about the glory of the X-Men and Logan's powerful strength, which attracted many people who did not like fighting.

Those who come to listen to the lectures are generally very attentive, since most of the people on the farm have rather mediocre abilities and little combat capability.

It is precisely because of this that the government has turned a blind eye to their abilities and has not deliberately pursued them, which has allowed them to successfully escape to the shelter and survive until now.

But it is precisely because of this that they are extremely concerned about their fighting ability, since if they want to defend themselves, they have to work on their fighting skills.

While Logan taught the same content, he focused slightly more on developing Laura and her friends.

After all, they were all clones carefully selected from Rice's laboratory, with high potential and ability, and relatively strong mutation capabilities.

Once these people mature, they will become the backbone of the shelter and are definitely reserve talents.

Especially Laura, although she is young, her strength has improved by leaps and bounds under Logan's tutelage.

Perhaps because she inherited Logan's talent, she was exceptionally gifted from a young age. In terms of martial arts, she was simply a genius. Logan only needed to explain or demonstrate a few things once, and the girl could understand and master them.

Even Logan has repeatedly marveled at Laura's learning ability, and sometimes he would even boast to himself, "No wonder she has Wolverine's genes."

Of course, Logan also knew that the girl's talent was not entirely due to genes, but rather the potential that had been forcibly developed after she had suffered too much inhuman torture in the laboratory since childhood.

In such an environment, the talents and potential of mutants would be pushed to their limits.

While Logan and Victor were teaching fighting techniques and combat experience, the professor was not idle either.

In addition to his regular classes, he now has to take on the responsibility of helping children master their mutant abilities.

Children with good mutant abilities and relatively high combat power are sent to the professor.

The professors, on the other hand, are responsible for guiding them on how to utilize their abilities and enhance their own strength.

Among these children, Laura and the others were doing well. While they weren't exactly masters of using their abilities, they were at least not too unfamiliar with them.

But Clarice, whom Logan brought back, paled in comparison to them.

"No, you need to concentrate, think about the address you want to send to, remember all the details of that place, and think it through carefully."

Charles, sitting in his wheelchair, kept speaking to Clarice in front of him.

At this moment, Clarice's eyes were closed, her whole body was tense, and her palms were tearing at the air in front of her, as if she were pulling open a heavy door.

A gentle spatial force emanated from the space, causing ripples to appear in the space before them.

"Yes, that's it. Hold on a little longer. Don't open the space too quickly. Make sure you've determined the landing point's address."

Charles looked at her encouragingly.

The girl frowned as she listened to these words, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.

hum!

The portal slowly opened.

The girl looked at the view beyond the gate and instantly felt dejected.

Even though she tried her best, the distance she could be teleported through this space was only about twenty meters, not even enough to get her outside the farm.

Looking at the farmland beyond the spatial rift, Clarice looked distressed and anxious.

"Don't rush, take your time, it's okay, you've already improved since last time."

Logan, who was watching from the side, patted her on the shoulder and comforted her softly.

The girl glanced back at Logan, nodded emphatically, closed the spatial rift, gritted her teeth, and activated her abilities again, trying her best to teleport further.

Just then, a hurried figure rushed over, signaling Clarice to stop using her powers, and said to Logan, "Logan, we're here for a job."

Logan was taken aback, then immediately became interested. "Can we go out now?"

John nodded. "McCarthy has contacted our friends outside. There's not much danger outside anymore. Many of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have already been evacuated. We can go out now."

Hearing this, Logan breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that S.H.I.E.L.D. was also facing some trouble. He asked, "What kind of mission is it this time?"

John looked at Clarice and said, "McCarthy said it's time to go check out that lab, before it moves, and while Clarice can still remember the address."

Upon hearing this, Clarice's eyes lit up immediately. "I remember the address!"

Logan looked at her and shook his head helplessly. "Let's go."

Clarice said that the lab that previously detained her may have cooperated with the picket line, and they must investigate that!

(End of this chapter)