Texas, USA, 1944.

With yellow sand on his face, Logan frowned, grabbed a large bag of food from the car, and walked home with a cigarette in his mouth and humming an unknown tune.

Walking to the door, Logan seemed to think of something, quickly spit out the remaining half of the cigarette butt, and then stuffed a few more pieces of gum before opening the door.

"I'm back!"

"I bought everything you two little guys wanted!"

Logan shouted loudly as he changed his shoes, it was hard to imagine that the former Predator had become a family man at this time.

He worked at a construction site in the town, and although he had a lot of work, it was far worse than when he had fought, and he worked hard, and the pay was naturally good.

The room was silent, and no one responded.

"Are you out?"

Logan muttered under his breath.

He walked towards the living room in his slippers.

And then......

I saw the black-clothed people and forbidden wives and children sitting in the entire living room.

Smack.

The food in his hand spilled on the ground.

Logan looked at the crowd in the field, "Who are you?" ”

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Logan."

A big white man at the head spoke.

He pulled out a document and handed it over.

"Federal Commissioner?"

"What department is this?" Rogan frowned, "I haven't heard of it. ”

"What are you doing here?"

His hands trembled slightly, and the atmosphere in the air was extremely oppressive.

"Your wife doesn't seem to know what you were doing before."

The white man continued, "We may be able to have a good talk. ”

"Be open and honest."

Looking at the nervous expressions of his wife and children on the sofa, Logan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Get your people out."

"They scared my kids."

"No problem."

For this question, the white man did not insist.

Soon the occupants of the room retreated, and Logan and the big white man walked to the backyard.

The woman sitting on the sofa looked worried, she hugged the two children beside her lovingly, "Don't worry, this should just be a misunderstanding." ”

"Logan will fix this."

The woman is very well maintained, and although the clothes on her body are not expensive, the jewelry that is occasionally exposed is obviously worth a lot.

"Mom, can I go upstairs with my sister for a while?"

The little boy asked innocently as he emerged from his mother's arms.

The woman hesitated and nodded.

"Go ahead, be quiet, and don't disturb their conversation."

"Great."

The boy took his sister's hand and ran upstairs.

When they went upstairs, they did not enter their room, but opened a storage room, stood on it, opened the window and quietly looked down.

Not far from the window, Logan was talking to the big white man.

"What are they here for, is it dangerous?" The little girl asked.

The boy shook his head, "Raven, be quiet, don't let them hear." ”

"What are they going to do to Uncle Logan?"

The little girl was a little reluctant.

"Be quiet, I can't concentrate like this."

"Charles ......"

"Quiet!"

The little boy closed his eyes and put his fingers on his temples, as if trying to listen to something.

In the backyard, the white man lit a cigarette and took one out and handed it to Logan.

Logan thought about it, but shook his head.

"I've already smoked it, and I promised the child that I can only smoke up to three sticks a day."

"What a good father."

The white man sighed, "So you should think more about them, if you let your lovely children know that their revered father was once a murderer and executioner......"

The man took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"What do you think they should think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Logan shook his head, "I'm just an ordinary construction worker. ”

"Ordinary construction workers?"

"An ordinary person who has had three accidents, but he didn't die?"

The white man glanced at Logan.

"I'm honest, but I want you to be as honest with us."

"Your information is made by experts for you, and you can hardly see any flaws, but unfortunately, if you have a family, you will come into contact with more people because of this."

"We've found out that you used to work for Mawson Industries."

"Working in one of the secret departments."

"A department that began secretly researching superpowers 20 years ago!"

The man's eyes were fixed on Logan.

"Is that right?!"

"Who do you work for!"

"What is his or theirs' purpose?"

"The controller of this project is not Mawson Industries, the founder of Mawson Industries?"

The white man kept asking.

Logan was silent, then shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm just an ordinary construction worker, if you want to fix a house, you can come to me, I don't know anything else."

"If you still want to continue with the question, then you can leave, you are not welcome here!"

"You're pushing me!"

The white man was furious, and he suddenly pulled out a pistol and put it on Logan's forehead.

"We're in a department that's completely different from the police as you understand it, and if I shoot now, it won't cause any trouble."

The calmness in Logan's eyes gradually disappeared, and the emotions surging in his eyes made the man standing opposite rush to his back for a chill.

"This man ......"

Just when he couldn't help but pull the trigger, the man who was like a beast on the other side suddenly disappeared.

"Don't do that, I really don't know anything."

"Then I'll have to announce everything to your family."

The man withdrew his pistol, "I'm sorry Mr. Logan, please come back with us for an investigation." ”

He said formulaically.

"Why do you have to get to the bottom of it?"

Logan was a beast of despair.

"Because we found out that Mawson Industries was the first company to conduct superhero research, and now the whole world is in chaos, and without superpowers, we will lose this war."

"All this that you cherish now will no longer exist."

"Then you can go directly to investigate Mawson Industries."

The man sighed dejectedly.

"We've gone to investigate, but we can't find anything, no information, no information, no relevant people."

He smiled wryly.

"Haven't you heard a word about it?"

"We can do without the president in the United States, but we can't do without Mawson Industries."

"This company is no longer a huge problem, it is part of the United States in itself!"

"And that's what scares us."

"Because just recently, we found out that Mr. Mawsen, the founder of Mauson Industries, is very likely to be a German!"

"He has a background in the German military, and may have served there in the military......"

"If it feels true, it's terrible."

"After all, the country with the largest number of superpowers in the world right now is Germany!"