Donald. Pierce was holding a stainless steel plate and scooping spoonfuls of food into his mouth. His expression was not very good, and it was obvious that the food tasted a bit bad.
After finally eating, Donald airway:
"I said you bastards, you are murderers, arsonists, smugglers, drug smugglers, kidnappers and ransoms... you have done so many unscrupulous things, and the result is that I am in a beggar's shack, eating this pig food. Why don't you go out and find a factory to work hard?"
"When I was young, my mother told me not to waste food. As a good kid who listened to my mother, I ate the pig food even though I endured it. But my mood was certainly not beautiful... So, my question is - after making so much money, why do you still eat pig food and save it to customize a diamond coffin for yourself?"
The more he talked, the angrier he became, so he folded the stainless steel dinner plate in half with a "click" sound, then folded it in half again, and finally shaped it into an iron ball.
There were eight people in front of Donald, six of whom were members of the gang that attacked Mike last night. They lined up, kneeling on the ground, holding their heads in their hands. The remaining two were Donald's men. They held guns and pointed them at the six kneeling people.
Donald weighed the iron ball in his hand and suddenly threw it hard.
Bang!
It hit the thin iron wall and directly made a hole.
"I feel much more comfortable now. If you have resentment or anger, you should vent it out in time, otherwise it will change sooner or later."
Donald smiled and said, "Tell me, where is the surveillance video of the previous robbery of gold bars? Who was the one who robbed the gold bars?"
The leader of the six people swallowed his saliva and said, "We work for the Aganod drug trafficking group. My wife and children are in their hands. I will die if I tell you."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Donald suddenly pulled out his gun and shot him in the head.
Red and white, splashed all over the floor.
The other five people were shocked.
"Since you don't say it, there's no point in keeping it. Bah! This scumbag still marries a wife and has children. He has no idea." Donald pointed the gun at the other one, "Your wife and children are also in the hands of others?"
The man shook his head and said tremblingly, "No, my brother and his family are in their hands."
Donald smiled like Demon: "Then you need a choice, brother or yourself? Tell me the information I want, hand over what I want, and let you go."
He said to his two mercenaries, "Leave it to you. I'll want the answer in fifteen minutes."
After that, he walked out, returned to the car outside, took out his cigarette, waited for about ten minutes, and then returned to the house.
The remaining five people were all dead, their throats slit.
"Fuck!"
Donald couldn't help but yell, "Are these people so strong? I'm so shocked."
One of the subordinates said, "Only two of them are tough-talking, and the others are all in trouble."
Donald blinked:
"..."
"I said, I will let them go when I get what I want. Are you trying to make me break my promise? Damn it!"
Saying that, Donald kicked his subordinates twice.
The subordinate said aggrievedly, "I thought you were joking."
"I'm so spitting and nailing it. When did I start talking about it for fun?" Donald became even more angry.
He pressed the heads of his two men and said, "I apologize to these three innocent victims. I sincerely apologize."
"Sorry!"×2.
The two men bowed to the corpse and muttered in their hearts, "The boss is so neurotic..."
According to the information asked, Donald quickly obtained the surveillance video. It turned out that the video was placed in the vault, along with a large amount of cash and gold bars. No wonder these people did not dare to speak out casually.
The men carried the drug money into the car, while Donald checked the surveillance video.
"It is indeed Wolverine. Why are there two of them? And they are so young and fierce. They don't look like they have degenerated."
On the laptop screen, two Wolverine are killing everyone.
"Interesting, interesting."
Donald glowed, pulled off his gloves, exposed the robot hand, made a fist, and punched the car door, leaving a fist mark.
Wolverine lives in seclusion at the border of Mexico, but his main place of work is within the territory of United States. He travels in and out of the country every day. It is not difficult to find him if you really want to find him.
Who would be interested in an old Wolverine whose abilities have deteriorated? If it weren't for chasing the little mouse that escaped from the laboratory, Donald would not track Wolverine.
Wolverine was once the idol of Donald. When Donald looked at the old Wolverine, he just felt sad and lacked interest. Seeing the young Wolverine on the screen, Donald immediately became excited.
Finally a chance to defeat his idol... this is exactly what Donald wants.
Donald closed the computer and opened a bag, which contained the drug money he had just obtained.
He picked up a wad of banknotes worth ten thousand US dollar, threw it to one of his men, and said, "The prey has been found. Let's hunt tonight. Ten thousand US dollar for each person as a midnight snack after the hunt."
Donald's men suddenly let out howls of ghosts and wolves.
"Alkali Lake Biological Genetics Research Institute..."
Mike is looking at the information collected by Little JARVIS. This is a research institute established at Mexico, but it was canceled not long ago.
JARVIS found that the investor of Alkali Lake Biological Genetics Research Institute was a leather bag company in United States.
JARVIS traced the source of funds and contacted dozens of large multinational companies.
Simply put, the man behind the scenes that caused Mutants to become almost extinct is extremely wealthy.
This was expected by Mike.
A title came into Mike's field of vision: Mr. S.
Old Logan said in a deep voice, "Is this the culprit?"
"It's not clear yet." Mike said, "However, we will find out soon. Now, we have a new guest. You go out and solve it."
The two Wolverine stood up at the same time and walked out with murderous intent.
Old Charles closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and said, "These people are well-armed and well-trained. They are far from the gang members of yesterday."
The subtext of Old Charles is: Can Logan handle it?
"Without Adamantium bullets, it's impossible to cause fatal damage to Logan. It doesn't matter, at most there are some twists and turns." Mike looked at Old Charles strangely. "Speaking of which, you are the one who knows them best."
Old Charles was silent for a while and finally said nothing.
There was loud gunfire outside.
The two mercenaries got the order from Donald and walked in behind them. The first one they saw was Caliban with pale skin and big eyes. They were so frightened that they almost pulled the trigger.
Then there is Old Charles sitting slumped--it doesn't look threatening.
Finally, there is Mike sitting on a chair with a calm expression, drinking coffee.
"Hands up!"
The two mercenaries shouted. They held their guns and did not relax their vigilance because the three of them were unarmed.
Caliban raised his hand reflexively, like a spring.
Old Charles is smiling.
The two mercenaries pointed their guns at Mike and told them directly that Mike was the most dangerous person.
Their intuition was correct, but the problem was that they were not told exactly how dangerous it was.