Just when Zhou Yi asked the Demon Girl to convey her invitation to Magneto Eric, Wolverine Logan also met an extremely important opponent in his life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the little naughty is asked not to leave Auroro and Jean at will. Because of Grey's sight, Logan could only follow a group of troublesome women around for the whole day. It wasn't a pleasant feeling for him.

If it's just about following the piano. Grey or a little naughty get along, maybe he won't feel bored, but if he is following four or five women, three or four of whom are still young girls, it will definitely be a huge challenge for his tolerance.

Logan has never been a good-natured person, if it weren't for Jean. Grey, the woman who makes him unusually fond of him, and the little naughty woman who makes him feel like family, maybe he has long since gone berserk and stopped doing it. But for the sake of these two people, he still endured it stubbornly. It wasn't until a group of people came back from the game that the tense nerve in their brains was released.

And because the process in the middle was too painful for him, he now urgently needed to release his pressure. What methods does a mature old man need to use to release his stress? In fact, there are only a few of them, and the most common of them are alcohol, tobacco and women.

Women are very common for Logan, and vicissitudes of life like him don't need to pick up girls, so naturally there will be girls to pick him. So he had a lot of women in his long life, most of whom were passers-by, and only a few left a deep impression on him. And the most tragic thing is that an experience made him forget all this, he forgot a woman who was important to him.

Although he regained this feeling in Jean's body, his instinct told him that there was actually a gap. Perhaps because of these reasons, he had no idea of finding a woman this time at all.

As for cigarettes, Logan, who already has the 40th anniversary edition of the best cigar, can be said to have no desire. So, naturally, he ended up at the bar.

Perhaps it's a memory left in his bones, Rogan doesn't like the very noisy nightclubs, but is more enthusiastic about the nostalgic old bars. In particular, the old bars with singers who are not very prosperous and are filled with soothing music are his favorite places to hang out.

Although he was new to Paris, with his sense of smell more sensitive than that of a dog and his intuition as a qualified old drunkard, it didn't take much effort for Logan to find what he was looking for on a street of some age.

This bar is called the pride of the lion king, and it is very domineering when you hear the name. But when you go inside, you can only feel a sense of twilight. The bar is full of old tables and chairs, and the smell of rosin fills the air. Instead of feeling old, it feels as if there is a precious imprint of time engraved in it.

On stage, a slightly decadent-looking singer hummed softly, melodious music echoing through the bar. In the not-so-bright light, the utensils on the long bar reflect a warm color.

Add to that the intoxicating aroma of wine, and the whispers and laughter of the guests. Stopping here, it is enough to make people feel a feeling of time stagnating and slowly flowing.

It's Logan's favorite feeling, and as soon as he walks in, he feels like he's back at home. Compared to the current things, this old thing may be the more profound existence in his memory.

"Whiskey, on the rocks!" As soon as he made it to the bar, he said to the fat bartender uncle who was a little depressed, and Logan took out a cigar and swallowed it beautifully.

The bartender quickly shoved a glass of whiskey with ice in front of Logan, and perhaps for the reason that there were no guests, he did not walk away, but said to Logan as he wiped the glass.

"The guests look a little raw, is this the first time you've been here?"

"A couple of guys and I just came from the United States, and I didn't expect to find such a sentimental place here!" Swallowing the wine from the quilt in one gulp, Logan ordered the table and motioned for the bartender to fill it up. In this laid-back environment, he doesn't mind chatting with the bartender.

"Not many people think that way of you now." The bar filled Rogan with a glass and said with some emotion. "This bar was inherited from my father and has been around for more than 70 years now. Not many people come to this kind of place now. Most of them are just regular customers. Tourists like guests don't want to come to this kind of place. ”

"Whew! That's because the little ghosts don't know how to appreciate it, and only this kind of place is worth stopping. With a sneer, Logan spoke his opinion.

"If there were more tasteful guys like you, then I really have to thank God." Watching Logan drink the wine in his glass again, the owner of the bar consciously filled it up for him, and said quite boldly. "I'll ask for this cup!"

Logan raised his glass, thanked his boss for his kindness, and narrowed his eyes and began to savor it. And when the boss saw a guest coming in, he no longer chatted with him, but went to greet those people. For a moment, Logan's side became a little lonely. This situation is quite familiar to Logan. Because he's a lone wolf himself.

This happened until a somewhat familiar figure walked up to his side. It was a tall Caucasian male, with a height of more than two meters and an absolutely majestic burly figure that made him look oppressive just by looking at him. The most conspicuous thing about his rugged face is his slightly squinted eyes like a big cat and slightly exposed tiger teeth. And his shabby windbreaker coat and unkempt hair made him look more like a homeless man than a guest.

Maybe because he looked too scary, the bar owner didn't mean to stop the guy, but let him walk over to Logan and sit next to him.

And when he sat down, Logan found out about his arrival. This is extremely abnormal for this lone wolf. His instincts and five senses are not inferior to those of real animals, but he does not have the slightest sense of the people around him. So when he found this guy, the whole person immediately became vigilant.

Maybe not everyone is hostile, but this person is an absolute enemy to him. This is not only because they had fought each other before because of their mischievousness, but also because his soul was constantly warning him. As a lone wolf, he believed even more in that feeling than in what he saw.

"Looks like you know who I am?" The tall man's face showed a languid look like a big cat, and he squinted slightly at Logan, but in his hand he unceremoniously pulled a bottle of wine from the bar and poured it directly into his mouth.

It was a long time before he put the bottle down. Feel free to wipe the liquid from your beard with your tattered sleeves. Asked Logan. "If you can, I think you should tell me, or you won't have a chance later."

"Do you think I'll know the name of a stray cat?" Retorting unceremoniously, Logan had a somewhat vicious look on his face. It's his instinctive reaction, and when it comes to dealing with this person, his instinct takes more of a place. "And, I don't think you need to know. Because even if you do, you won't have a chance to celebrate. ”

"Really? Then it doesn't matter. "Slowly, his eyes widened, and the tall man exuded a savage and furious aura like a fierce beast." They called me the Saber-toothed Tiger, and I thought it was a pretty good name. So, you disgusting fellow, you can give me death. ”

Speaking of this, he directly stretched out his big hand and waved it towards Logan's position. When he did this, the jet-black nails on all five of his fingers burst out, and the sharp nails looked like the claws of the beasts, but the truth was that they were even more powerful.

Logan listened to the wind and reluctantly stepped out of the way. The saber-toothed tiger's claws suddenly landed on the bar, and some years of wood were indistinguishable from papier-mâché in front of his claws, and a large handful of sawdust had already been caught in his hands by a foul grinding sound.

And at this time, looking at the bar, five deep paw prints are enough to make anyone who sees it frightened.

After Logan dodged the attack, he immediately launched a counterattack. The claws between his fingers stretched out, and the weapon made of Edelman slashed at the enemy in front of him with a sharp wind.

For the enemy, Logan didn't have the idea of keeping his hand at all, let alone facing this enemy he had fought before, he didn't think he had to keep his hand.

When Logan's claws swung at the saber-toothed tiger, the tall mutant immediately sprang backwards, its massive body displaying unimaginable agility. So of course, Logan's attack fell into the air. His claws vainly split the saber-toothed tiger's seat, but it didn't have the slightest effect on the deity.

And just as they began to fight, the crowd in the bar began to flee the dangerous scene in a hurry. This even includes the boss who was still chatting with Logan before. If it's a brawl of ordinary people, the boss probably won't mind using Remington under his own counter to teach him a lesson, but if it's two mutants. He had no choice but to go first.

Mutant combat is not something that normal people can meddle in. It was an act of fate, and the human community, which had already learned a lot from the past, formed its own cognition early.

Undisturbed by the chaotic crowd, the two mutants in the battle began to stare at each other, slowly wandering in search of the most suitable moment to attack. At this time, the first person to lose his breath is often the one who suffers.

But Logan still chose to attack first, relying on his immortal body and steel and iron bones, he wanted to solve this enemy in the fastest way.

So he let out a loud shout, holding the claws on his hands, and the whole person rushed towards the saber-toothed tiger like an arrow from the string.

The saber-toothed tiger that was staring at Logan quickly moved out of the way the moment he was in touch. Relying on the advantage of his height and arm length, he directly closed his five fingers and stabbed Logan's vest with nails like steel cones. He was eager to see if his claws could rip out the heart of the guy he hated.

The saber-toothed tiger had a particularly obvious advantage, as his arm touched Logan's back first. So before Logan could touch his body, he had already ripped off the large chunk of flesh from his back with his claws.

The pain of the cut caused Logan to let out a fierce growl, but an indescribable emotion dominated his body and made him ignore the pain. Instead, he straightened his arm even harder.

Edelman's steel claws plunged straight into the saber-toothed tiger's ribs, the indestructible sharp blade cutting directly through his musculoskeletal and internal organs, and when he roared and pulled out his left hand, which had been inserted into the saber-toothed tiger's body, he could even see half of the severed kidney and intestines entrenched in the huge wound.

And Logan didn't feel good, his back had been gouged out of the size of a sea bowl, and there was a faint glimmer of metallic luster on the horrible wound. Edelman's bones protected his heart from being literally gouged out by the saber-toothed tiger. Even so, he wasn't doing very well.

Of course, he looks much better than the saber-toothed tiger.