The journey back took Logan almost an hour.

He should be glad for himself, if he had found out that the injection was missing any later, maybe it would have been dark by the time he returned.

The landing site is two craters, one of which is larger, but shallow, and the other smaller, but deep.

Logan jumped into the pit first, stretched out his claws and began digging, but after half an hour the pit had tripled in size, and Rogan had almost dug into the permafrost and still didn't find anything.

There wasn't any green in the snow at all, not even a single green hair!

Crawling out of the pit in disgrace, Logan turned around and jumped into another pit.

Another half an hour passed, and Logan still didn't find anything in the pit.

Raising his head and looking at the endless snowfield in the distance, Logan felt extremely irritated.

"It's over, it looks like I really lost the injection......"

At this point, even if I don't want to believe in this accident that shouldn't have happened, the facts have said it all.

“Shit……”

Rogan scanned back and forth across the snow with a feeble gaze, his heart longing for the next second to see a green reflection appear somewhere on the snow.

However, he saw nothing, only ruts left by four-wheeled vehicles on the white snow.

It's just that......

Suddenly, Logan saw something appear in his field of vision, as if something was casting a red light on the horizon in his direction.

"What's that?"

Logan knew that the injection he was looking for was anything but red, and his 'wild instincts' didn't alert him to danger, so at this moment, the red glow reflected in the snow in the distance could only be a dead thing.

A dead thing that is harmless to him.

Curiosity drove Logan to take a step in the direction of the red light he had just had, and he thought that perhaps today's bad luck might improve when he arrived at that place.

Soon, he ran to the spot where the red light was emitting.

The snow was flat, as ordinary as ever, and he wouldn't have believed anything special about it if it weren't for Logan's determination that the red glow he had just seen was not his hallucination.

"Rustle~"

Using his claws to pluck away the snow on the surface, he dug less than ten centimeters before Logan saw a wisp of red through the snow.

"What is this?"

Logan was surprised that he could still emit light above the ground through more than ten centimeters of snow, and there was something strange buried underneath, right?

Inexplicably, he thought of the sentry robot's scarlet electronic pupils.

"Those iron lumps won't be buried. ”

Logan pretended to be relaxed, but the speed at which he dug had slowed down significantly.

Looking around, he carefully watched the movement around him with his eyes and ears.

The snow was cold, but Logan felt it tremble.

Again and again, faintly but rhythmically, like the beat of a heartbeat.

"No matter, dig it out and talk about it!"

Logan was never short of courage, and he was always the one who dared to charge in the face of danger.

"Even if you dig out a sentry to labor and management, I can cook for you!"

Logan is still confident in his own ability, less than five sentinels can't do anything to him, and the speed of destruction of those guys can't keep up with the speed of his recovery.

"The blood bar of labor and management is thick!"

Logan said.

After a short thirty seconds, he dug out a strip from the ground.

The sword body that exudes red glow, and the hilt decorated with gold and jade, exudes an evil intent all over the body.

Fire Blade!

I don't know why, the moment he pulled this sword out of the ground, such a name flashed through Logan's mind.

“Made_in_China？”

Logan fiddled with the sword, and he didn't see the slightest trace of industrial forging on the sword, but the sharpness of the blade still made Logan's hair stand on end even through the air.

Rogan rarely feels this way about a weapon, and the powerful self-healing factor makes him basically indifferent to swords.

Nonsense, labor and management are not even afraid of bullets, cold weapons are a hair!

As a Wolverine, Logan rarely has the emotion of 'fear'.

However, he did fear that he would face a mechanical warrior made entirely of Erdman's metal, and they would fight to the death. And Logan knew he didn't stand a good chance of winning.

Logan's claws could not break through the samurai's armor, but the sword in the samurai's hand cut off his claws, the first time his claws had been frustrated in this form.

A ridiculous thought suddenly occurred in his head:

"This sword can kill me. ”（It_could_kill_me.）

Logan's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and he looked in all directions, and no one could tell him what the sword came from.

Only a chill wrapped in death unconsciously spread from this sword to his body. ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― camp in the snowfield, Mo Ye had been splashed with cold water on the cross for a day, and now his physical condition was already poor to a certain extent.

The blood in the veins was almost freezing, and the chill that filled the world was demanding heat from this man all the time.

But Mo Ye's mind was sober, and it could even be said that he was a little excited.

For he had secretly made a pact with the young man who poured warm water on his head:

The young man would untie Mo Xie at the right time, and incite some of his tribesmen to cause chaos in the camp, and in exchange Mo Xie promised him to kill every white man as much as he could.

At least that's the only plan Mo Xie heard from the young man, but he was an old fritter, and he had prepared for the worst.

In Mo Xie's guess, the young man would indeed help untie him, and indeed create chaos in the camp in some way, but the next thing the young man did was probably run away.

He had said that the reason he was willing to help Mo Xie was because of his younger brother.

Just this is enough, as long as the timing is right, Mo Ye is completely sure to do everything he promised.

"Hi~friends!I prepared some 'snacks' for this hero to warm him up~!"

Night had fallen on the snowy field, and the white people who guarded Mo Xie lit a bonfire for themselves, and they gathered around to keep warm, while consuming the remains of the poor insects that died at Mo Ye's hands during the day.

The reason why Mo Xie was not executed immediately, and the reason why Morgan was interested in torturing Mo Ye, was that there was no shortage of food in the camp for the time being.

At this moment a man walked out of the camp, holding an iron chisel in his hand, and a piece of oil was being inserted into the tip of the iron chisel.

It was a piece of human flesh, and according to Mo Ye's eyes, it was probably still meat on someone's ass.

Mo Xie froze, and he recognized the man who came over with the meat.

"It's time. ”

With one eye slightly closed, and a strange expression on his face, who was the young man who came over with the meat?