The old man lay helplessly on the ground. The alcohol and the old injuries that were always hurting in his body made him lose the strength to get up for a while.
Behind him, the tenacity of the soles and the hardness and coldness of the wrench kept hitting his body.
But the pain from those hits was nothing compared to the old wounds left in his body!
He lay there, trying to hold himself up with his hands.
But after just two moves, he was smashed to the ground again.
Obviously the claws stretched out between his fingers are still sharp, but why can't he use these claws to kill those damned people like before?
The old man, who was gradually dizzy, couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered.
The sharp claw closest to the edge of his left hand could not be fully extended!
He seemed to have found the reason why his claws were no longer sharp. It turned out that he was getting old, and his minions were getting old with him.
Boom!!!
A fierce kick to the side caused the old man to turn over. He changed from lying down to lying down.
The guy who just hit him on the back all hit him on the chest and face.
The blood gradually blurred the old man's eyes, but no matter what, he kept those eyes open.
Although he is old, his instinct of fighting for countless years tells him.
In battle, if you close your eyes, you will lose!
With such wide eyes, the old man suddenly saw something he didn't want to see.
While beating him with wrenches, these damn gangsters actually pulled out a gun on him!
The moment he saw the gun, the old man panicked!
Is he afraid of being shot?
Yes, he is indeed afraid now that it will ruin his clothes and shirt.
Without clothes, he had to spend extra money to buy them, even though he already had no money!
And the most important thing is that it doesn't matter if he is beaten to pieces, but once those damn bullets hit his car...
"Damn!!!"
At this moment, the old man exploded with all his strength, and his right hand finally broke free from the gangsters' trampling and immobilization.
Accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood and the gangster's scream, the old man's sharp claws directly cut off the three legs closest to him!
To make room, the old man waved his hands desperately. His old but methodical fighting movements, accompanied by rusty but still sharp claws, directly created a space for him!
Seeing such an old man, the gangster leader finally panicked.
"Fuck, shoot, shoot, give me the gun!!!"
While yelling and cursing, the gangster grabbed the shotgun from the younger brother's hand and aimed it directly at the old man with claws.
Seeing the gangster leader's aim, the old man instinctively calculated the distance between him and the gangster leader.
No, at such a distance, the shotgun bullets would reach his car!
So he actually took two steps forward to take aim, and at the moment when the gangster leader fired, he caught all the bullets with his chest!
Bang!!!
Gunshots were heard heavily, and the old man was directly hit by bullets and flew backwards.
Plop.
He fell to the ground.
Before he could shout, the old man, who still had his eyes open, clearly saw that even if he fell, the younger brother behind the gangster leader was still holding a revolver and was ready to shoot!
"Damn it, that car is rented, don't damage my car!!!"
The old man roared angrily and exerted all his strength.
Even though he was so old, he suddenly seemed to be taking off, soaring into the air.
He stretched out his legs in the air and stomped on the nearby gangster.
With this step, he moved forward violently, blocking the bullet that shouldn't have hit him.
The gangster's marksmanship was not professional, and the revolver bullets fired in a panic should have stayed away from his fallen body and hit his car door and glass.
But that was a result he absolutely couldn't accept!
Enduring the severe pain in his chest, the old man fell to the ground. The surge of adrenaline made him stronger and stronger, and his eyes finally showed the anger he often had when he was young.
His movements became faster and faster, and he took two steps.
In one step, he tore into pieces the stomach of the gangster in front of him and the shoulder of another gangster.
In the second step, he simply rushed in front of the gangster leader and tore the gangster leader's shotgun and his head in two at the same time with one claw.
With the blood being spilled wantonly, the gangsters finally became afraid.
They started to run away.
The old man was not satisfied. He chased and followed the gangster desperately.
He overthrew one gangster after another and ended their lives completely.
But even so, two gangsters finally escaped to the dilapidated van they drove from.
The gangster who was the first to get into the driver's seat simply started the car. He immediately left his friend on the spot, under the old man's paws!
The old man ruthlessly tore the last gangster's head into pieces, and at the same time, he also snatched the wrench from the gangster's hand.
The gangster's car in the distance was reversing rapidly, and Old Wolf knew he couldn't catch up.
He had no choice but to throw the wrench violently.
Wow!
The wrench smashed the gangster's car window hard, but that was all.
Even the old man's own heart seemed to be shattered together with the damn car window.
He slumped to the ground, and just sitting down could no longer satisfy his needs at this time.
Under the supposed bright moonlight, there was the dirt on the ground mixed with sand, dust and blood.
The old man lay down, breathing heavily and desperately.
He really wanted to drink something, it could be alcohol or damn drugs.
At this moment, he really wanted to relax a little bit!
So tired, the old man turned over and changed to lying on his side.
This will make his injured back more comfortable.
But as he lay like this, the small thing in his right trouser pocket accidentally burped into him.
The old man was confused.
He should have remembered what it was, but the killing just now made him forget those memories.
So he adjusted his breathing, turned over and sat up, and reached for his pocket with his right hand.
But before his right hand could get close to his right leg, his claws almost hurt himself.
Looking at the sharp claws on his right hand that cut through his tattered trousers...
"Ahhhh!!!"
This situation really made him feel enough pain.
But no matter what, after wailing, he still had to persist in living.
Now, he is burdened with far more than just himself!
So he lowered his head, endured the pain, and tried his best to control his claws and retract them.
The sharp claws left strings of pus and blood between his fingers, but fortunately, the claws were finally retracted.
Stretching out his right hand covered with blood, the old man reached into his right trouser pocket to see what exactly had burped him.
But when he took out the thing...
"Oh, it turns out to be a bullet!"
The old man frowned, and the bullet was instantly taken back by him.
After all, only he knows that it is his last Adamantium bullet!
That was also his... last... hope!
Kill your own hope!
Somehow, maybe I saw a humble enough hope.
The old man actually felt that he had a little more strength.
He braced himself on the ground and tried to get up.
Mi Tai Tai's worn leather boots staggered on the ground. The old man walked to his rented extended Chevrolet and took off the jack that the group of car thieves used to secure the rear wheels of the car.
Throwing the jack aside, the old man picked up the wrench and bent down close to the wheel hub of the car.
"Damn, these nuts are chrome plated, they're fucking scratched by these bastards, Fuck!!!"
After scolding, the old man screwed up the nuts one by one, desperately and with anger.
Throwing away the wrench, the old man went aside to pick up the wine bottle.
He raised the bottle high and squeezed two more drops of tasteless whiskey from the damn bottle.
After the bottle flew out again, it finally broke. The old man temporarily forgot his need for alcohol and got into his driver's seat.
Starting the car, the old man drove to the nearest motel.
Seeing the old man covered in blood, the hotel receptionist frowned.
"You're too dirty, and there's a risk of being hunted down. Add twenty yuan!"
"I'm going to slap your mother, and give me more money?"
Upon hearing the receptionist's words, the old man slapped his hands heavily on the bar, and blood spurted out from between his fingers, even staining the receptionist's chin.
"If you want more money, why not take out the gun from your back, stick the damn muzzle into my mouth and shoot me!
If I can still survive, how about you give me free fucking money, Bitchi!!!"
"Shit, keep your mouth clean, thirty bucks, only thirty, damn it!"
The receptionist was not afraid at all. She had seen many similar bastards. If she said thirty yuan, it was thirty yuan, and she couldn't lose a penny!
Faced with the tough reception, the old man glared at him fiercely, but no matter how fierce he was, the reception refused to give in.
Finally, Old Wolf shook his head.
"Thirty is fine, but you have to rent a suit for me right now. I'll need it in ten minutes!"
"Fuck it, I don't even think thirty is enough. Do you think..."
"Shut up, if you don't want to die!!!"
Bang!!!
Old Wolf's right fist smashed a corner of the bar counter. Such force made the receptionist stunned for a moment.
After a while, the receptionist couldn't help but swallowed.
"It's okay to rent clothes, but you have to add five yuan. You..."
"Deal!"
The old man nodded and took out a few crumpled bills from his tattered wallet.
Taking the money, he hesitated for a long time before finally handing it over.
When the money left his fingertips, he quickly picked up the room card and walked away without looking back.
He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, he wouldn't be able to help but grab the damn banknotes back, and then kick the receptionist's ass with his pointed shoes!
He was afraid...
"Hey..."
With a long sigh, Old Wolf opened the door and walked into his small broken room.
There is only a sofa, a bed, a bathroom so narrow that it is almost impossible to turn around, and a washbasin consisting of just a mirror and a sink.
The old man didn't care about the ruin in front of him. He took off his clothes and threw them on the dark and extremely damp bed.
There was still mottled liquid on the bed, and that thing seemed to be filled with something youthful.
Old Wolf escaped those youths and came to the bathroom naked.
He held the sink with both hands, and every muscle in his body was working hard.
Ding!
Negasonic Teenage Warhead were squeezed out one by one by his muscles.
In the past, he would have recovered from such an injury in less than a few seconds.
But now.
Just squeezing out a few Negasonic Teenage Warhead took him nearly three minutes.
When he felt that there was no more foreign matter in his body, he left the sink and returned to the bed to sit down.
The rented tattered shirts and suits had been delivered to his room.
Regardless of the blood stains on his body, the old man put on the rented shirt and then put on his coat.
As for the suit that was torn apart by bullets...
The old man thought for a while and finally picked them up.
When you take it back, let Taliban give it a good wash, sew it, and fucking iron it.
Maybe you can save money on a suit of clothes!
Just like that, he threw the tattered clothes into the trunk and sat back in the driver's seat.
Taking out his mobile phone, the old man took a tired look at the work software.
Sure enough, after a period of rest and delay, he had already saved a lot of taxi orders.
Looking at the recent orders, the old man started the car and drove all the way to the border between New Mexico and the real Mexico.
As he drove slowly, the driver's identification card displayed on the car screen let us know his name.
On that certificate, the old man's messy hair and gray beard are particularly clear.
As for his name...
James Howlett!
Heisenberg came to such a universe on such a night.
His coming was without turmoil.
But after arriving, it looked like United States New York was obviously countless times more advanced than in the 1970s and 1980s...
Uh.
Heisenberg is a little confused.
His field of vision continued to expand, and he heard countless voices. In just a short moment, he understood everything.
I came to the wrong place.
This is not the Mutants universe where Gannata asked for help. This is the fucking year 2029!
This is the fucking unknown Afterlife!
Before Heisenberg opened Twitter, he had a friendly interaction with Gannata about the wrong address.
The sound from the mechanical guard left Heisenberg with nowhere to hide.
"Discover a special person, discover a special person in the securities hall!
This character invaded the streets of New York by appearing suddenly. It was determined that the character had no identity and was suspected of hiding Mutants!
Level five warning, level five warning, nearby residents should evacuate as soon as possible, and we will launch an armed raid.
Mutant criminal, state your name, provide your true identification, and squat on the street corner with your head in your hands.
If you have sufficient medical insurance, then US Government will provide you with sufficient medical services to treat your variant diseases!
Put your head in your hands!!!"
Listening to the constant noise of the mechanical guard, Heisenberg frowned in displeasure.
Damn it, why the hell have I been defined as a fucking criminal by this universe in less than a minute and a half since I first appeared?
In other words, what kind of Mutants universe is this? Instead of finding those familiar Mutantss, I heard about mutant diseases from the mouths of mechanical guards.
It turns out that in the hearts of all humans in this universe, are Mutants all patients?
Thinking of this, Heisenberg shook his head in disgust, then waved his hand gently.
In the blink of an eye, the mechanical guard floating beside him was smashed into countless pieces by him.
Then, Heisenberg floated up in boredom, all the way to the top of the tallest building in the city.
Unfortunately, this building is not Stark Tower. There is obviously no Tony·Stark in this world.
Standing on the top of the building, facing the gradually gathering lights and mechanical guards all over the sky.
Heisenberg frowned.
"Ahem, damn, the smell here is really bad.
In short, I am Heisenberg. Obviously, I am not a very ordinary person.
So, please accept my unusualness reluctantly!"
After the words fell, Heisenberg waved his hand again, and more than thirty helicopters and hundreds of mechanical guards were directly smashed.
This time, the area around Heisenberg is finally quiet!