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They are just a group of low-class gangsters and a middle-aged man who thinks he is smart. To Mike and the others, it is just a small episode.
Now that he woke up, Gabriela cooked a pot of Mexico's special polenta for everyone as a midnight snack.
Then she pulled and struggled Laura to sleep.
Others were sitting on the sofa watching TV. Before twelve o'clock, two Wolverine snored like drums, one after another, with a rhythm like a disco.
After the hotel owner left, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The angrier he became, the more painful the injury on his face became.
He didn't dare call the police.
The hotel is right here. If the police are called and one of the other party escapes, what will he do? He can escape, but a monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple unless the hotel refuses.
If the hotel is no longer available, how will he make a living?
He didn't dare to go home.
He was afraid that his brother-in-law would be waiting for him at home.
Even if his brother-in-law is not here, if the fat lady knows that he has lost ten thousand US dollar in vain, he will probably spend the next month in the intensive care unit of the hospital.
After thinking for a while, his mind twitched, and he took a turn. The middle-aged man, who had nowhere to go, found himself back near the hotel.
Simply, he found a green belt, lay down, and stared at the main entrance of the hotel.
He was not evil, he just wanted to see what these people wanted to do.
He lay down and fell asleep. Until midnight, the loud sound of the helicopter propeller woke him up.
Oh my god... the hotel owner saw two armed helicopters parked in a nearby open space.
A light armored vehicle opened the way, followed by several off-road vehicles, all with heavy machine guns mounted on the roof.
Heavily armed soldiers filed out of the vehicles one after another, using the vehicles as fortifications to form a circular blockade of the hotel.
The hotel owner opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it.
He didn't know who the guests were who booked the hotel, or who surrounded the hotel, but he knew that he couldn't get involved in this kind of thing, including his brother-in-law's Black Sun Gang.
The hotel owner stuffed half of his fist into his open mouth to prevent himself from screaming. Like an insect, he kept his body as close to the ground as possible and wriggled his way into the flowers.
The helicopters make a lot of noise, especially at night. Fortunately, it is relatively remote here. The hotel stands alone near the road, and there are no other buildings within a hundred meters around it.
There were people a hundred meters away who wanted to watch, but the soldier didn't even warn them and just hit them at their feet with a shuttle.
If you want to watch, the ticket price means a life, will you come?
The cold-faced soldiers, ferocious firearms, and simple and crude methods directly dissuaded the curious people.
Zander. Rice got out of the car, followed by the security director, the leader of "Reavers" Donald. Pierce.
Dr. Rice took out the Night Vision telescope and saw three people at the door of the hotel: two Wolverine and an unidentified young man.
The young man held the tea cup in his hand and took a sip of tea. He seemed to be aware of the prying eyes and looked over. Looking at the smiling young man in the field of view of the telescope, Dr. Rice felt his heart skip a beat and had a bad feeling.
He asked Donald. Pierce: "Is that young man Mutants?"
Donald shook his head. "He didn't take any action. He looked like an ordinary person."
Dr. Rice couldn't help but said, "Facing such a huge battle, ordinary people would be so shocked."
Why are you so stupid that you still treat me as a fool...Dr. Rice couldn't help but feel angry.
Donald sneered, "No matter who they are, they will all be corpses after tonight. So, don't worry about those details.
At this time, two soldiers carried down a large box two meters long.
The box contains a heavy sniper rifle customized by Donald.
The bullet is Adamantium bullet, specially made for Wolverine.
Donald moved the robotic arm, lifted the box that required two soldiers to lift with one hand, and walked towards the preset sniper point.
Dr. Rice said, "The higher-ups are very dissatisfied with allowing cloned products to escape from the research institute, and the pursuit is not going well. The higher-ups will not tolerate trash who keeps making mistakes. You have to take care of yourself. I'm afraid tonight is the last chance."
Donald sneered, "It sounds like you have no responsibility."
Nominally, Dr. Rice is the person in charge of Alkali, while Donald is just the security director of the institute. However, in fact, the two people do not belong to each other, and each is responsible for his own part.
Rice snorted coldly, motioned for the person behind him to follow, and they walked towards the hotel together.
He came ten meters away from Mike and the others and stood still. Dr. Rice spread his hands, indicating that he had no weapons, and said:
"It didn't have to come to this, but it did happen. It's a pity."
He looked at the two Logans and said, "The company has actually noticed that you are living in seclusion at the Mexico border. It just thinks that you have no value, so it leaves you to fend for yourself. It turns out that it is all an illusion. I want to know who is the organization behind you doing the Mutants cloning?"
Rice thought that Little Logan was the clone of Old Logan. It was normal for him to have this idea. After all, no one would think about traveling through space dimensions for nothing. In fact, standing behind him was Luo's clone X-24.
Old Logan spat and said, "What organization? Not everyone is as inhumane as you. If you want to fight, fight!"
Dr. Rice said, "Originally, my mission was just to recover X-23 and destroy it. When things have developed to this point, I'm afraid... well, it just happened that old and new grudges have come together."
He stared at Wolverine and asked, "Do you remember Dell. Rice?"
Old Logan said, "Should I remember him?"
Dr. Rice said, "He was once in charge of a project: Weapon X Program, and was later killed by someone who escaped."
Saying this, memories came to light. Weapon X Program was a past event in Wolverine's life that he could not bear to look back on, and it completely changed his destiny.
Old Logan sneered, "It was him. I was very happy to kill him myself. Are you his son? It is indeed the same stench..."
Dr. Rice had endless hatred in his eyes.
The negotiations broke down, or in other words, there was no basis for success from the beginning.
"Kill!"
Dr. Rice ordered X-24 behind him.
X-24 is a clone of Wolverine, but its self-healing ability is several levels weaker than that of the original Wolverine, and it fights entirely on instinct.
Little Logan takes the initiative to fight.
It's not difficult to win one-on-one, and it's not difficult for Little Logan, but there are a bunch of soldiers with heavy weapons supporting X-24, so it will definitely take some effort.
"Ah!"
Old Logan rushed towards Dr. Rice.
Bang!
Suddenly there was a loud bang that echoed through the night sky.
A bullet--Adamantium bullet shot into Old Logan's head.
Then two fingers suddenly appeared.
Caught the bullet.
Old Logan was sweating on his forehead. He had tasted Aiman's metal bullets. It was that bullet that caused him to lose most of his memories in his life. Including his former lover Silver Fox.
"Thank you." Old Logan said.
He didn't want to lose precious memories again.
"You're welcome."
Mike raised his head and looked at the roof a hundred meters away.