"Hey, what do I see? A Wolverine with a beard thick enough to be a bird's nest? Did you run out of the 'Last of Us' set next door? Oh, right… damn it, so this is the plot of 'Logan'? I remember this shitty movie! Hey, wait, what was the plot about again?"
"Damn it, my brain isn't working again!"
"What should I call you? Uncle Wolf? Logan? James? Forget it, never mind… Hey, Logan, where's that strange cowl of yours? The one that looks like two Batmen kissing when you look at it separately… Please, can I touch it? I always thought it was really cool… When I go to Gotham later, I definitely have to take it and wear it for Batman to see…"
El Paso, Texas, Liberty Motel, Room 14.
A mentally agitated young man in a wheelchair, with his head wrapped in bandages, was rambling nonsensically at the impatient old Logan in front of him.
"…So, these two brats are your son and daughter?" Logan couldn't be bothered with the neurotic young man and directly asked the woman sitting nearby.
The woman's name was Gabriela, and she was Logan's last client for the night. She hoped Logan could take her two children to North Dakota.
That's right, for many years, no new Mutants had been born in this World, and the remaining Mutants were gradually dying out. The battle-hardened superhero, X-Men, the immortal Wolverine Logan, had now become a scruffy old man, making a living as a ride-share driver.
"Sorry, Miles's mental state… isn't very stable," Gabriela said, carefully patting the young man's shoulder beside her. "Please, Miles, quiet down, please…"
"Oh, is it evening already? Well then, goodnight, Gabriela…"
Under the Nurse's soothing, the young Miles truly gradually calmed down, and then his eyes gradually became vacant… revealing a blank, foolish expression.
"Hehehe… hehehe…"
Looking at the little guy who had been talking nonsensically just now and was now drooling foolishly, the old Wolverine Logan instinctively felt that something was off, but he didn't say much. He just glanced at the silent girl watching him from the side, then turned to Nurse Gabriela and asked, "You said you're a Nurse?"
"I used to be, in Mexico City."
"When did you get hurt?" Logan looked at the continuously bleeding wound on Gabriela's arm, recalling the man who had suddenly appeared earlier to warn him not to meddle.
"This morning, near the border… I escaped…"
Listening to the woman's description, Logan understood that she was being hunted by a troublesome group of people, and coincidentally, that group seemed to know his background very well.
Undoubtedly, very troublesome.
"Listen, I have to go." Logan turned to leave, already regretting taking this job. A woman being hunted by unknown forces, and her paralyzed, mentally ill son and mute daughter—Logan knew it was big trouble just by thinking about it with his claws.
"No, wait, please…"
The woman frantically pulled out a wad of money wrapped in paper and handed it to Logan. "Here, take it, here's twenty thousand U.S. dollars, take us to the address above… and another thirty thousand when we get there!"
So Logan turned back, took the money, and carefully looked at the address.
[48.970333 - 102.155491]
Yes, although the old Wolverine Logan didn't want trouble, he was also very short on money.
"We have to get there by Friday… otherwise, we won't be able to cross the border…"
"Please…"
Logan looked at the woman's pleading face, took a few deep breaths, and the dim light of the room reflected in his pupils.
The crying woman, the dazed boy, and the silent girl… three pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at him.
"Shit!"
Logan muttered to himself.
He finally agreed.
…
Soon after, watching Logan leave, Gabriela took a deep breath and quickly said to her two children, "Children, we need to get ready to leave here quickly…"
"Who was that man?" The little girl Laura whispered to Gabriela.
"He is… your father," Gabriela replied.
Laura nodded thoughtfully.
"Miles, Miles, are you listening?" Gabriela then turned to ask the boy.
"Hehehe… hehehe…"
Miles was unresponsive, still foolishly smiling and drooling.
"…Well, it seems he still needs rest." Gabriela sighed, then said to Laura, "Laura, prepare to change Miles's dressing. We'll probably be traveling for several days now."
"Okay." Little Laura nodded.
With the help of the two, the dazed and foolish Miles was slowly unbandaged, revealing his emaciated, pale face… and a strange device deeply embedded in the back of his head.
This thing had clearly been in the back of his head for some time; the area where it touched Miles's flesh had developed a circle of crusted pus, and its other end went directly into his brain. Removing it would require specialized surgery, and they clearly didn't have that opportunity now.
"My poor little Miles…" Gabriela whispered, "May God bless us all to make it to Canada alive…"
Gabriela Lopez, a former Nurse at the Alkali Laboratory in Mexico City. Unable to bear the cruel actions of the Alkali Laboratory towards Mutant children, she escaped with Laura and Miles and is currently being hunted by the Laboratory.
Laura is a genetic infant of Wolverine Logan, possessing the same healing ability and Adamantium claws. Miles, on the other hand, is a genetic infant of Professor X. Due to his rarity, he has been forcibly subjected to blood, cell tissue, bone marrow, and even… cerebrospinal fluid extractions at regular intervals since birth.
The thing behind Miles's head is the Institute's cerebrospinal fluid extractor, which needs to be replaced periodically.
Compared to his foolish drooling and intermittent nonsensical ramblings, Miles's survival to this point is a miracle in itself. Therefore, Gabriela could only keep him by her side, otherwise, without care, Miles would not survive.
…
It took Gabriela and Laura over an hour to finish changing Miles's dressing.
"Okay, Laura… take a break."
"Let's pack up and get ready to leave… those Raiders might catch up soon."
Gabriela, enduring her injuries and fatigue, hurriedly began to pack her belongings.
And little Laura silently picked up her satchel, pulled out her small bouncy ball from her pocket, and put it into the bag.
"…Ah, ah, what stage is the plot at?"
Miles suddenly spoke.
"…" Laura glanced at Miles, too lazy to bother.
Her "brother" was a crazy eccentric; most of his twenty-four hours were spent foolishly drooling, and a small portion of the time he would babble things that others simply couldn't understand.
Such as "I actually come from another Universe," "Damn it, how did I transmigrate to X-Men," "Am I cosplaying Professor X? Why did they even restore the wheelchair?" and so on.
Laura and Gabriela had long grown accustomed to this and didn't take his nonsense seriously.
What was most pressing now was to quickly rendezvous with "everyone."
"Bang."
A gunshot.
The window glass shattered, Laura abruptly turned her head, and then saw Gabriela's head, sitting by the bed, limply slump to the side.
She was dead.
At the same time, the girl also noticed several faint breaths coming from outside.
It was the Raiders hired by the Institute!
Laura gritted her teeth, and two steel claws slowly extended from her hands.
"Boom!"
The wooden door of the room was violently kicked, and the sound of splintering wood faintly echoed.
"Boom!!"
Finally, the doorknob of the wooden door was kicked off by the people outside, and the entire door was violently forced open.
"Fuck, they're here after all!"
"Shit… that girl is dangerous… shoot directly!"
The armed men outside the door cursed and were about to shoot into the room, clearly aware of the danger here and having no intention of getting closer.
But just then, a strange voice suddenly came from inside the room.
"I'm awake… the alarm clock is good, very useful, very refreshing, worth five-star praise… but motherfucker! I'm in a very bad mood right now!"
"So all of you, go to hell!"
"Crackling… crackling…"
The lights throughout the entire building began to flicker erratically, and static crackling sounds continuously rang out… Two seconds later, all the lights simultaneously went out, and the hotel room was plunged into complete darkness.
"Hmm?" The leader of this group, Donald Pierce, his expression shifted, and he instinctively leaned back!
"Bang! Bang!"
The next moment, two bullets hit the spot where he had just been standing, leaving two holes in the floor.
It was his own men who had fired.
"Shit…" Donald looked at the two subordinates closest to the door, who were staring blankly and pointing their guns at him, and cursed, "That kid is awake! Retreat!"
"We'll come back another time, that kid won't be conscious for long!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang…"
After a few gunshots, two fresh corpses were left outside, while the others retreated in time under Donald's command.
The two "temporarily defected" Raider mercenaries remained there, silently watching the others retreat, showing no intention of continuing the chase. Only when the others had run far away did they struggle to lower their guns, pointing them at their own chins.
Only then did they finally realize that their lives were about to end.
"Don't…"
One of them stammered, but his finger seemed to disobey him completely, and he fiercely pulled the trigger.
"Bang." "Bang."
Two gunshots echoed consecutively from outside the room.
A splash of blood splattered against the shattered window glass, some drops splashing into the room.
"…The old bald man is a bleeding heart, but I'm not."
Miles muttered to himself, revealing a trembling, ferocious smile, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He slowly released the two fingers pressed against his temple, and his arm fell limply.
The same psychic ability as Professor Charles, even with only a "Delta" rating, still held unparalleled deterrent power when facing ordinary humans.
But the problem was, Miles's body was simply too weak; every time he used his ability, it was a huge burden on him.
"Hoo… hoo…" He took a few deep breaths, then struggled to lift his neck and looked at Gabriela's corpse, which was sitting not far away.
"I'm sorry…" Miles said hoarsely, "I 'fell asleep' again…"
"Ugh ah ah…" Laura hugged the woman's body, unable to stop herself from crying bitterly.
After leaving the Institute, the three of them had relied on each other, supporting each other until now… And now, Gabriela had just died like this.
"Don't cry… Laura…" Miles painfully lowered his head, barely maintaining calm thought, "Those people… won't be gone for long, you hurry and escape…"
"…What about you?" Laura asked, gritting her teeth.
"I'm a cripple; if you take me, you won't be able to get away either…"
Laura looked at Miles and silently shook her head.
Then, she helped him into the wheelchair and pushed him out.
"Tsk, another clichéd superhero plot…" Miles chuckled, then continued, "Laura, hide, find Wolverine, oh, you should call him 'Wolverine'… that man from earlier today… now only he and another old man can help us…"
Although Miles's memories were fragmented, he still somewhat remembered that Professor X should be with the old Wolverine Logan right now. He was the most powerful telepath in the World, and also his own "genetic progenitor." If he had Professor X's help, he should be able to get rid of his current intermittent dementia…
But speaking of which, the Professor in 'Logan' seemed a bit off too… Damn it, I can't remember! Not enough brainpower!
"My head hurts so much, fuck, there's no way… Laura, let me sleep a little longer… just a little… Oh, right, take the guns from those two guys outside, and Gabriela's cell phone…"
Miles said to Laura, his voice growing weaker and weaker, the light in his pupils gradually disappearing, and then his expression returned to a blank stare of unknowing.
"Hehehe… hehehe…"