Trash Who Had Never Tasted the Sour Stench of Love

Located next to the highway leading into the city in the suburbs, there is a long-abandoned warehouse. The warehouse is covered in dust from years of neglect, and the dirty glass windows are severely broken, almost the same color as the walls.

Wolverine stood alone in the overgrown plaza, arms crossed, waiting for the aircraft to arrive.

Last night, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was attacked by the military. Due to the lack of powerful Mutants on campus, most of the students were captured.

Logan was at the school at the time, leading three students to safety, only to be shocked to find that they could not contact anyone, as if everyone had vanished.

The most troublesome thing is that Professor X, the pillar and mentor of the academy, has disappeared without a trace. If it weren't for his advanced age and mobility issues, Logan would have even suspected that he had run away from home.

With nowhere else to go, the four drove to the Iceman to stay for a while, intending to contact the others and leave. However, they did not expect that the Iceman's family was not friendly to Mutants.

Even though the Iceman was their family member, they still chose to call the police!

The four clashed with the police and, after being pursued, arrived at this warehouse. Just when they were at their wits' end, Logan poked the communicator with his paw and unexpectedly made contact with the plane carrying Ororo and Jean on their mission.

"Hello, this is Wade Wilson. Who are you looking for?"

This name sounds like something a Silly Bird would say!

No, it's just Silly Bird!

Logan abruptly ended the call, a sense of foreboding rising within him; Jean and Ororo were most likely captured. Worried about their safety, he disregarded the risk of exposure and contacted them again, providing his address.

It was a last resort; he couldn't find any other way to solve the problem besides using his claws.

If the enemy does show up, perhaps he can follow the clues, enter their lair, and rescue Jean and Ororo.

Rustle!

Footsteps approached from behind. Logan sniffed; it was a familiar scent. His face immediately fell, and he frowned, turning around. "Drake, didn't I tell you to leave?"

The newcomers were Iceman, Human Torch, Rogue —three Mutants teenagers with immense potential, but still developing. Logan, worried the battle would be too dangerous, told them to find a place to hide until he rescued Jean and Ororo, at which point he would contact them again.

If he fails, the three of them will go into hiding and live honest lives from now on.

After saying all that, Logan actually thought they were too weak, lacked combat experience, and would drag him down. He could have won, but they lost.

It's not impossible, because one bad teammate is more terrifying than ten formidable opponents!

"Logan, we can't leave you to fight alone." The Rogue was full of fighting spirit; the girl still harbored inexplicable feelings for the older man.

"That's right, we want to fight too."

Iceman Drake gave a forced smile. As the boyfriend of the Rogue, he often heard her mention Logan, and her words contained not only admiration but also something else, so he didn't really like Logan.

"Logan! Trust us, no matter how many enemies come, I can melt them with my flames." Fireman John brandished his lighter, extremely confident in his abilities.

The boy was very confident, but considering that his confidence came from his peers at school and that he knew very little about the outside world, Logan called this confidence arrogance.

At least he's optimistic!

Logan frowned. The chances of rescuing Jean and Ororo were already slim, and now with the addition of three rookies, the odds were even lower.

"What's wrong? Don't you believe in our abilities?" Human Torch was furious; he felt discriminated against.

"Xin, you're all great, but it's too crowded for four people to stand together..."

Logan pointed to the abandoned warehouses around them and laid out simple tactics. "Spread out so that we can support each other if anything unusual happens, instead of being wiped out by the enemy all at once, understand?"

The three rookies nodded repeatedly, but as soon as they turned around, Logan called out to them, "Come back, it's too late."

Buzzing!

A spacecraft resembling a Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft flew in from a distance, hovered in mid-air, and landed on the spot.

The wind howled, and the four people raised their hands to cover their faces, slowly taking two steps back.

The hatch opened, Logan stood with his fists clenched in front of the three young men, his muscles tense, ready for battle.

The next second, he saw a red figure rush out of the cabin, covered in a close-combat suit.

The speed was fast, but it didn't diminish the powerful aura that was glimpsed in a fleeting moment. Logan swore he had never seen such an awesome person, who could make every pore of his body exude a strong aura of Silly Bird.

Logan, I've come to find you!

Deadpool leaped into the air, squealing like a pig, and lunged at Wolverine Logan with outstretched arms.

Boom!!!

Before Logan could do anything, Human Torch and Iceman launched their attacks simultaneously. The two rookies were too inept at reacting to the situation; seeing someone with ill intentions rushing over, they instinctively retaliated.

Half fire, half ice, Deadpool thoroughly enjoyed the duet of fire and ice. His upper body was charred black by the flames, while his lower body was frozen solid by the ice. After landing, his lower body shattered into pieces of ice.

"What are you doing?" Logan's eyes widened; he had underestimated how terrible his teammates were.

"Uh, he... attacked you, so... I fought back..." Faced with Logan's questioning, Iceman was at a loss, realizing that he might have done something wrong with good intentions.

"That wasn't an attack; he didn't exude any murderous intent!"

Killing intent! What is killing intent?

Seeing the three of them looking confused, Logan said helplessly, "From now on, follow my instructions. Do not attack without my orders."

"Without saying a word, you just come at us and start beating us to death. That's really the style of the X-Men lineage!"

Russell sneered as he stepped out of the cabin. His metallic armor and cold, ruthless aura, coupled with his sarcastic lines, put immense psychological pressure on Logan.

Clang!

Logan instinctively extended his claws, his eyes fixed on Russell. His Beast intuition told him that Russell was emanating an extremely dangerous signal.

To be honest, he had never felt this way even with his nemesis Magneto.

Very strong!

Very dangerous!

You might die!

"Logan!?" The three teenagers were at a loss, their faces pale.

"You felt it, didn't you? This is what they call killing intent. Remember to take care of yourselves, and whatever you do, don't die." Logan took a deep breath, not having time to give the three any psychological counseling, and said bluntly, "Prepare for battle. You're lucky; your first real combat experience has already encountered such a powerful enemy!"

Russell: "..."

Damn you, brother-in-law!

"Logan, don't be impulsive, they are not the enemy."

Ororo and Jean walked out of the cabin side by side. The reason they were a step behind was not intentional, but because they only realized they were too ashamed to face anyone when they got off the plane. So they each found a paper bag and covered their heads with it, cutting only two holes to expose their eyes.

"Jin? Ororo? Is that you?"

Logan stared in disbelief. The two women each covered their faces with a shopping bag. Was this the most popular style of the year?

If this is fashion, he'd rather never understand it!

"It's us!"

"The details are a bit complicated to explain. We met Russell and Wade during the mission. They weren't enemies, they were friends! You could say that!"

The two women each gave a brief answer, never mentioning why they were carrying shopping bags. To prove themselves, they even demonstrated their abilities.

Logan remained skeptical, still believing Russell was dangerous because of his blind trust in Jean, and thus withdrew his claws.

The three Iceman looked at each other, staring at the half-dead body of Deadpool on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

If...

What If...? this masked man Wade wasn't an enemy, wouldn't they have killed the wrong person?

Should I pay with my life?

I'm only 18, what can I do if I don't want to die? X2

Both Iceman and Human Torch were deathly pale, pleading for a Mutants nearby who could turn back time and give them another chance to start over.

Especially Human Torch, he was so wronged. Iceman died, so be it. With such a fierce girlfriend as Rogue, he could die without regrets.

He's different. He's still a scumbag who's never tasted the sweetness and stench of love. He has zero experience in committing crimes, at most he'll sneak a peek when he's Rogue naughty. He doesn't want to leave with regrets at such a young age.

Whoosh!

Just as the three were feeling frustrated, Deadpool's half-body suddenly moved, grabbing Rogue's ankle and speaking in a trembling voice, like a vengeful ghost. "It hurts so much! I can't feel my legs!"

"Aaaaaahh..."

The Rogue screamed in fright, and three seconds later, he promptly fell silent and collapsed to the ground.

"Uh, what's wrong with her?"

Wade looked at everyone with an innocent expression. "Don't say that you were scared to death by me. That line was Professor X's line when he was paralyzed. You can only blame him."