"Can't even kill you?" At that moment, the wizard's hairs stood on end. He had just raised his hand www.biquge.info but before he could think of what magic to unleash, Logan's attack arrived. He hated the wizard so much that he grabbed the wizard's wrist with both hands and slammed it hard!

I only heard a click, and my wrist was rotated a full three hundred and sixty degrees, and the ulna and flexure of my forearm were also twisted. Naturally, the wand was thrown out, and the wizard let out a cry of pain that reached into the sky.

Logan was like a beast, he didn't want to use his superb fighting skills at all, but bit it down in one bite, and then split his arms and tore the wizard's right hand off directly. Blood on his wrist was like a pillar, splattering in all directions, dousing Logan's head and face. The man who had fallen into a frenzy didn't care in the slightest, and he continued to pounce on it, grabbing the wizard by the shoulders.

The wizard was shocked and immediately cast the Apparition Shifting Spell. It is a teleportation spell that transforms the caster into a distorted black shadow before disappearing into thin air with a single breath and manifesting at its destination. Wolverine won't let him disappear, even if his arm is swept into the shadow, his hands will grab him. His feet stomped hard into the earth, his body like a rag squeezing water, violently twisted by the power of the teleportation spell. The power of spatial teleportation continued to pull Logan, and he used his body to prop up the spatial passage, and pulled back brutally.

"Give me back!" After a bloody explosion, Logan dragged the wizard back and slammed it the open space in front of the house. Logan's two forearms and one leg were swept up in the apparition and teleported to somewhere. He was unsteady on his feet because of this, and sat on the steps of the doorway, right next to Mrs. Valen's corpse.

Madame Valen's face was pale, and her body was unscarred, as if she had fallen asleep from a serious illness, but there was no life in her. Logan looked at her eyes and struggled to stand up on one leg with his handsless arms on the ground.

Across from him, the mortally wounded wizard trembled and tried to get up. His eyes were hazy with blood, and he wiped it with his left hand, finally able to see Logan's condition. Despite losing his wand, the wizard can still cast spells as long as he keeps his eyes focused and keeps chanting spells. He pointed his left index finger at Logan and roared, "Broken bones!"

The white blast light exploded in Logan's chest, knocking him to the ground. However, he was regenerating faster and faster, and the wound was healing before it had fully exploded. His severed hands and legs were growing, bones and flesh tangled together, nerves clinging to them.

"I'll keep blasting until you don't have the strength to resurrect again!" the wizard who fell to the ground barely sat up, his right wrist still bleeding like a leather tube, but he thought he would be able to hold out until Logan died.

The door opened again, and Tolkien took a double-barreled shotgun and aimed it at the wizard and pulled the trigger. After two gunshots, the wizard was shot twice in the chest, but the magic still kept him alive, and he still didn't die. Tolkien threw away the shotgun, took the revolver handed over by his wife, and fired one after another.

The bullet shattered the skull, sternum, shoulder blades, and pelvis, and the wizard who attacked everyone finally collapsed like a broken pocket. Tolkien did not rush forward to check, but crouched down, shook off the old shells and began to reload. Edith crouched behind her husband and tugged at her apron for a bag of bullets. She didn't say a word, carefully watching the enemy as her husband loaded.

The sounds of fighting and gunfire soon attracted neighbors. Although most of the young and middle-aged people went to join the army, and most of the rest were women, children, old and young, the neighborhood watch at this time was the most united! Britain had the habit of hunting foxes and ducks, and the more old people were, the more likely they were to keep shotguns, so soon a group of old men and women with guns gathered in front of Tolkien's door.

Everyone saw the situation in front of Tolkien's courtyard, and it was clear that Tolkien had killed the intruder. Their only question was "where is this man and why is he wearing a strange robe?" and soon someone finds the coat that had been left on the side of the road, and finds a letter in German. Now the situation is clear, it was the German spy who was killed! Tolkien not only did not make any mistakes, but also made meritorious contributions.

So the police station was notified, and people came forward to express condolences, and some people began to carry buckets of water, ready to clean up the environment at the scene.

Logan has regenerated, at least the surface of his body looks normal, but there are still some places in his body that need to be restored, plus the nervous system has recovered, so the pain has not decreased but increased. But the pain in his body was no match for the pain in his heart: he sat down on the ground, put Madame Valen's head on his lap, and looked at her with his head bowed, not saying a word, but tears flowing. He knew that he had an endless lifespan and would always be young, but everyone around him would grow old and die. Logan didn't dare to develop a long-term relationship, let alone have children, because that would mean he would watch his loved ones die again and again. He always leaves behind a fleeting and brilliant flame of love, and then leaves.

But as if cursed, he couldn't avoid seeing the people he loved die in front of him.

When they found out that Lady Valen was dead, they were even more sad and hated the enemy. Someone brought a blanket and put it over Ms. Valen. Logan froze and didn't move, as did the tears. The stone statue of Grey Wind was used as a sculpture, and Edith and Tolkien moved it back to their home.

Two officers on horseback quickly arrived. They don't need to maintain order, and everyone is very cooperative. Since it was obvious that the police did not have the stinking problem of hurting their own people for the sake of German spies, they were only prepared to make a written report. Just as they were looking for Tolkien with their small notebooks, two cars stopped in front of his house.

A car with a British Army license plate and a civilian officer who drove looked quite young, but wore a light blue uniform of the American Army. Two people got out of the car, a half-bald middle-aged man in a black suit and a briefcase, who kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. The other was a tall woman with her long black hair combed back and coiled into a ball at the back of her head. She wears a gray woolen suit that is common for working women in this era, but her eyes are sharp hidden behind a flat round mirror, and she is definitely a warrior like the kind of person who does the office.

The half-bald man in a black suit pulled out a stack of documents from his briefcase, opened one of them and showed it to the police. After reading the documents, the mounted police heard him say a few words, and immediately closed the notebook and prepared to leave. Tolkien glanced at it secretly, and it was MI5. Unlike MI6, MI5 is mainly responsible for internal counter-espionage, anti-sabotage, anti-infiltration and other operations. For Tolkien, it was England's own people.

Logan sniffled and looked up suddenly. His gaze met the tall black-haired beauty (1.83 meters not counting the shoes), and then his fur immediately exploded. The woman who saw Logan also frowned, obviously not expecting that she would meet this nasty guy in England.

The tense atmosphere between the two was noticed by everyone, including Zhao Mai, who had just parked the car. (To be continued.) )