Dozens of armed men surrounded the entire hotel, aiming their rifles at the second floor.
These gunmen were clearly far superior to the dozen men who preceded them; their tactics and coordination were on par with elite troops, and they carried powerful rifles.
"Logan, you're humiliating yourself!"
With the arrival of reinforcements, Donald instantly grew bold. He stepped out of his room and shouted up to the second floor: "An old bastard with one foot in the grave, dreaming of being a hero? Come out right now!"
Bang, bang, bang!
The only response was bullets flying out of the second-floor windows.
The hotel only had two floors; the second floor had an open corridor, allowing Logan to return fire from the second floor to the first floor.
Hearing the shots, Donald's expression changed. He instinctively hid behind a car, with the bullets grazing his back.
Donald, leaning against the car door, huddled firmly behind the vehicle, his face grim as he roared: "You ungrateful wretch!"
With that, he abruptly waved his hand: "Kill him!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the command, all the gunmen pulled the trigger almost in unison.
A deafening burst of gunfire echoed throughout the hotel, with countless shots raining down.
The shattered windows, the walls riddled with bullet holes—a scene of absolute devastation.
"Damn it, that's a lot of them!" Logan muttered through clenched teeth, leaning against the window of the room.
Bullets whistled past his head; he didn't even have time to raise his gun to fire back. If he peeked out, he'd be riddled with bullets!
Laura, leaning in the corner, remained silent. The anesthesia made her appear extremely weak, her inert body unable to move well, but even faced with the hail of bullets, her clear eyes showed no fear.
Gabriella stood next to Laura, holding her head tightly and shielding her with her body. The piercing gunshots made her turn pale. She said remorsefully: "I'm sorry, Logan. I doubted you before. I thought you weren't Wolverine anymore."
A few days ago, she had lost all hope in Logan. If it weren't for the last vestiges of her faith, she probably would have already fled again with Laura.
Back then, she thought Logan was just a heavy drunkard, depressed, a man whose life had destroyed him.
But now Logan was standing right in front of her.
Gabriella felt deeply guilty. Hearing the intense gunfire outside, her face paled. She whispered: "Actually... Donald was right. You didn't need to come."
She had come to Logan with unrealistic fantasies. Now she saw the reality; they would only be a burden to Logan.
"Instead of wasting time saying this, you should save your energy for running away!"
Logan looked outside.
Donald had many men: over thirty well-trained and heavily armed soldiers. Sending so many proved that Donald was highly valued.
Of course, before, even twice as many men would have been child's play for him.
But things were different now; his body couldn't handle the strain.
Logan took a deep breath and turned to Gabriella, instructing her: "Wait in the room. No matter what happens, don't come out."
Gabriella frowned, wanting to say something, but Logan had already stood up, pushed the visibly open door, and walked out with his hands raised.
"Don't shoot!"
Donald saw what Logan was doing as he walked out and quickly stopped the gunmen.
The intense gunfire instantly ceased, and the entire hotel returned to silence.
Donald looked up, narrowing his eyes at Logan with amusement, apparently pleased to see this once-famous superhero prostrate himself before him.
"Donald, let's talk."
Logan walked to the end of the corridor, constantly scrutinizing the surroundings as he spoke. There were over thirty gunmen in total. In addition to those lined up on the first floor to attack, several more were assigned to completely block all exits.
In this situation, unless they could fly, they wouldn't be able to break through by force.
"It seems a major battle is inevitable if we want to escape," Logan murmured to himself, his hands still raised, indicating to Donald that he carried no equipment.
"First, bring Laura out," Donald said smugly, apparently confident of victory.
He had great confidence in his deployment today; to him, Logan and his people were nothing more than fish in a barrel!
Logan shook his head and said: "I'll go back with you. Let Laura go. She's just a child. She comes from my genes. Compared to her, I am obviously more valuable for research."
"Pfft."
Donald chuckled and then burst into laughter. "Logan, you think too highly of yourself. You're just a dying old wolf, still believing he's young!"
In the past, Wolverine was a treasure for Project X. Even a drop of his blood, or a single hair, would have driven those white-coat biologists mad. But now, the aging Logan is nothing more than a drunk with alcohol running through his veins.
His once-proud healing factor and X-gene are now a waste—he's even worse than the crippled X-24!
How can this old Logan be compared to the perfect X-23?
"So, there's nothing to discuss?"
Logan's expression turned cold.
"What do you think?" Donald mocked. "If you don't even have a bargaining chip, why should I talk to you?"
Buzz...
"Since there's nothing to discuss," Logan lowered his hands, pulled out his pistol, and tossed it to the ground.
Seeing the fallen pistol, Donald mistakenly thought Logan was about to surrender, and a smile instantly spread across his face, about to personally arrest him.
But at that moment, a chilling aura of danger suddenly enveloped him.
"Then help me deliver a message to Satan!"
A voice cold as winter erupted from Logan's mouth.
The next instant, those murderous eyes suddenly flashed with a crimson light, a dazzling brilliance clearly visible even in broad daylight.
An incredibly terrifying heat spread through the hotel, a scorching temperature as if one had instantly arrived in the depths of hell.
Some green plants on the second-floor railing withered, and white smoke rose from the moisture evaporating in the air.
Before Donald could react, two crimson laser beams shot out from Logan's eyes.
BOOM!!!
The scorching beam of light possessed unparalleled and terrifying power; even space itself distorted under the intense heat!
Accompanying the intense heat was a terrifying energy that sent shivers down everyone's spine.
An infinite fear instantly resonated deep within Donald's heart.