Syllable.

Pushing open the door of the bar, a snowflake Logan walked into the bar, the heating inside and the ice outside forming two worlds.

Walking over to the bar and sitting down, Logan said to the bartender, "Have a whiskey." ”

"Bad weather." The bartender poured a glass of whiskey for Logan and said in passing.

Logan nodded and asked, "Is this place like this often?" ”

"This is the kind of weird weather in this place, every now and then you get a snowflake, it's really strange today, it's a day." The bartender explains, and finally turns into muttering.

Logan glanced at the bar casually, then pointed to the cage in the corner: "There are cages here, too?" ”

"It's not regular, if you're short of money, you can go in and give it a try, you look pretty strong."

The bartender works here, of course, hoping to pull more people in, although Logan wears a thick jacket, which gives people a rough feeling, which can't hide his fierce temperament, which is why the bartender says to him.

"When did it start, I happened to be short of money." Logan is indeed short of money, accommodation and meals all the way, refueling motorcycles by the way, and the inferior cigars in his pockets add up to a lot of money, and the money brought out has been almost spent, but I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing when I ran out of money.

"It started soon."

After a while, there were more people in the bar, and the boss stepped forward in time to announce the start of tonight's cage fight.

"Knock him down!"

"Don't put water!"

"Beat him! Beat him up! ”

People gathered around the cage, the crowd was angry, and one challenger after another was dragged down, which did not stop people from going up to salvage a penny, on the contrary, one was more enthusiastic than the other.

Logan huddled in the crowd, looked at the people in the cage coldly, showed a sneer, and waited for them to fight almost before going up again.

In the end, there was a strong man left in the cage, although the corner of his eye was broken and bleeding, but it gave the audience a feeling of "he is the champion tonight", and the boss took the microphone and shouted: "Are there any challengers?" Are you willing to let him win the money? ”

Logan pushed the people in front of him, walked out of the crowd, and walked straight into the cage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that tonight's savior has appeared."

Compared with the height of a strong man of 1.8 meters, Logan is a head shorter, which does not mean that Wolverine is weaker than others, on the contrary, the momentum overwhelms the strong man.

"Little man, are you ready to take a beating?"

"You'd better make a call and wait to go to the hospital to have a look."

The brawny man and Logan taunted each other, and the boss shouted "Game on!" Rogan struck first, with a hooked iron fist, the strong man's hands were knocked open, and his jaw was hit hard.

Logan's bones are wrapped in Erdman alloy all over his body, and his fists are not something that ordinary people can bear. The strong man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

The people in the bar fell silent all of a sudden, they didn't expect the strong man to be so vulnerable, and because he gave them a feeling of "invincible" just now, they were knocked unconscious on the spot by a person who was a head shorter.

Some people secretly scolded themselves, why didn't they go up just now, if they went up, the money would be their own.

"Is there anyone else?"

Logan glanced at the people on the field very arrogantly, and then shouted, no one dared to come up again, after all, all the people who came up fell down, this scene made a few people in the audience shout: "Why didn't you go up in the first place!" You're just picking up a bargain! ”

If Liang Zheng were standing here, he would definitely sigh that the challenged person in the cage should be Logan, and now he has become a challenger.

Tonight's bar champion is Logan, who is the final victor and takes his money.

After the game, Logan returned to the bar, and the bartender gave him a thumbs up: "I read that right, you punched that guy down." ”

"I can only say that he doesn't know how to think." Logan said with a smile, of course he wouldn't tell anyone that his fists were no different from pieces of iron.

"This cup is yours."

"Thank you."

The TV was on to show a meeting at the Capitol in the morning to discuss whether mutants were dangerous. Logan took a puff and said, "These people have nothing to do, and they care about whether mutants are dangerous all day long, and I think they are the most dangerous." ”

"Maybe that scandal will happen again."

The bartender shrugged: "That's a politician's business, it's none of our business, we don't care if mutants are dangerous or not, and they don't provoke us." ”

Some people don't offend me in these words, and I don't mean to offend anyone.

Looking at the bartender's attitude, Logan didn't say much, he remembered what Liang Zheng said to him, it was better for ordinary people to be neutral than for them to approve of the mutant registration bill.

This sat until dawn, when there was no one in the bar, and the waiters swept the floor and prepared to close. Outside, the snow stopped, Logan stood up and prepared to leave, the bar door was rudely pushed open, and the cold entered the room, blowing away the warmth.

Logan's brows furrowed, and when he saw the comer, his face changed, and he put his left hand on his right wrist watch.

"Wolverine? I didn't expect you to be here. ”

The man was wearing a helmet and the hem of his clothes was mopping the floor, and it was Magneto, Eric Lanshel.

Lanshell recognized Logan at a glance, although he hadn't had much intersection over the years, but that time in 83, he remembered it clearly, remembering that Logan had super self-healing abilities and artificial metal Edelman metal.

Replace the others, Ranshell will have to work a little way, Logan's words, he is finished.

When Logan didn't fight as usual, he showed his steel claws for the first time, and he himself understood that the metal in his body couldn't take advantage of Lanshel at all, so he could only delay and let the others come over as soon as possible.

"Get out of here!"

The bartender, seeing that someone was not coming, took out the shotgun hanging under the bar and aimed it at Ranshell.

"It's funny, don't you know me?"

At this time, everyone in the bar recognized who the person was, and their faces changed greatly, especially the bartender with the gun, who felt that the shotgun in his hand was so hot.

Lanshel's title as a terrorist is firmly established, his great name is remembered by every ordinary person, and in recent years, compared to his name, the nickname Magneto has gradually replaced his real name.

"As for you, get out of the way."

Lanchel waved his arm casually, and Logan's body floated directly into the air, smashing uncontrollably on the wine cabinet, and fainted on the spot.