Chapter 83 The Pride of the Lion King, the Lone Wolf and the Tiger

Just when Zhou Yi asked Mystique to convey her invitation to Magneto Eric, Wolverine Logan also met an extremely important opponent in his life.

Because the little naughty was asked not to leave Ororo and Qin at will. Grey and the reason for their sight, so Logan can only run around with a bunch of troublesome women all day. This was not a pleasant feeling for him.

If it is just to follow the piano. Maybe he won't feel bored with Grey or a little naughty, but if he is following four or five women, three or four of them are still young girls, it will definitely be a huge challenge for his tolerance.

Logan was never a good-natured man, if it wasn't for Jyn. Grey, the woman who made him very fond of him, and the naughty little naughty who made him feel like a family member, maybe he would have run away long ago and quit his job. But for the sake of these two people, he still endured abruptly. It was not until a group of people came back from playing that the tense nerve in the brain was loosened.

And because the process in the middle was too painful for him, he now urgently needs to release his pressure. What method does a mature old man need to use to release his stress? In fact, there are only those kinds, and the most common ones are tobacco, alcohol and women.

Women are very common for Logan, and a vicissitudes of life like him does not need to go to girls, naturally there will be girls to pick him up. Therefore, in his long life, there have been many women. Most of these women were passers-by, and only a few left a deep impression on him. And the most tragic thing is that an experience made him forget all this, he forgot a woman who was very important to him.

Although he found this feeling on Qin, his instinct told him that there was actually a gap. Perhaps because of these reasons, he had no idea of ​​looking for a woman this time.

As for cigarettes, Logan, who already has the 40th anniversary edition of the best cigar in his body, can be said to have no desires. So naturally, he came to the bar.

Maybe it's the memory left in his bones, Logan doesn't like that very noisy nightclub, but is more keen on the nostalgic old bar. Especially the kind of old bar where singers who are not very prosperous and filled with soothing music is his favorite place to hang out.

Although he was new to Paris, with his sharper sense of smell than a dog and his intuition as a qualified old alcoholic, Logan found what he was looking for on a street of some age without much effort.

This old bar is called The Pride of the Lion King, and the name is very domineering. But when you go in and look at it, it will only make people feel that there is a feeling of twilight. There are some old tables and chairs everywhere in the bar, and the rosin smell permeates them. Not only will people not feel that the place is old, but it seems that there is a precious imprint of the years inscribed in it.

On the stage, a slightly decadent-looking singer hummed softly, and the melodious music reverberated in the bar. In the not particularly bright light, the utensils on the long bar reflect a warm color.

Add to that the intoxicating aroma of the wine, and the mingled whispers and laughter of the guests. Stopping here is enough to make people feel a sense of time stagnating and flowing slowly.

This is Rogan's favorite feeling, and as soon as he walks in here, he has a feeling of being back at home. Compared with the current thing, this old thing may be the deeper existence in his memory.

"Whiskey, add ice!" He reached the front of the bar and said to the fat bartender who was a little bald. Logan took out a cigar and swallowed it happily.

The bartender quickly pushed a glass of whiskey with ice in front of Rogan. Perhaps because there were no guests, he did not walk away, but said to Rogan while wiping the glass.

"The guest looks a bit raw, is this the first time here?"

"A few guys and I just came from the United States. I didn't expect to find such a romantic place here!" Swallowing the wine in the quilt, Logan ordered the table and motioned the bartender to fill it up. In this laid-back environment, he didn't mind chatting a little more with the bartender.

"There are not many people who think like you now." The bar filled Logan with a glass and said with some emotion. "This bar was inherited from my father and has a history of more than seventy years. There are not many people who still come to this kind of place. Most of them are just regular customers. Like customers tourists, but they are reluctant to come to this kind of place.”

"Hey! That's because those little devils don't know how to appreciate it. Only this kind of place is worth stopping." With a sneer, Logan expressed his opinion.

"If there are more guys with taste like you, then I really have to thank God." Watching Logan drank the wine in his glass again, the bar owner consciously filled him up, and quite boldly said. "I'll take this cup!"

Logan raised his glass and thanked the boss for his kindness, then narrowed his eyes and began to savor it. When the boss saw that there were guests coming in, he stopped chatting with him, but went to greet those people. For a while, Logan's side became a little colder. This situation is quite familiar to Logan. Because he is a lone wolf himself.

This happened until a somewhat familiar figure walked up to him. It was a tall white male, more than two meters in height and an absolutely majestic burly figure, which made him full of pressure just by looking. The most conspicuous of the rough face is his slightly squinted eyes like a big cat and his slightly exposed tiger teeth. And his tattered oversized trench coat and unkempt hair made him look more like a homeless man than a guest.

Maybe because his appearance was too scary, the bar owner didn't mean to block this guy, but let him walk to Logan and sit beside him.

And when he settled down, Logan discovered his arrival. This is extremely abnormal for this lone wolf. His instincts and five senses are not inferior to real animals, but he has no sense of the people around him. So when he found this guy, the whole person immediately became alert.

Maybe not everyone is hostile, but this person is definitely the enemy to him. This is not only because they have fought against each other before because of naughty, but also because his soul is constantly warning him. As a lone wolf, he believed in this feeling even more than in what he saw.

"Looks like you know who I am?" The tall man's face was as lazy as a big cat. He squinted at Logan, but his hand was unceremoniously from the bar. He took out a bottle of wine and poured it directly into his mouth.

After a long time, he put down the bottle. Randomly wipe the liquid from the beard with the tattered sleeve. asked Logan. "If you can, I think you should tell me, or you won't have a chance in a while."

"Do you think I'll know the name of a stray cat?" He retorted bluntly, with a vicious look on Logan's face. This is his instinctive reaction, and his instincts take more place when dealing with this person. "And, I don't think you need to know. Because even if you know, you won't have a chance to celebrate."

"Really? Then it doesn't matter." He slowly opened his eyes, and the tall man exuded a savage and violent aura like a beast. "They call me saber-toothed tiger, which I think is a good name. So, you disgusting guy, you can die for me."

Having said that, he directly stretched out his big hand and waved it towards Logan's position. When he moved like this, the black nails on his five fingers suddenly burst out. The sharp nails looked no different from the claws of the beasts, but the fact was that they were more powerful.

Logan listened to the wind and reluctantly moved away. The saber-toothed tiger's claws suddenly fell on the bar, and the wood of some years was no different from paper in front of his claws, and a large amount of sawdust was caught in his hand in an unpleasant rubbing sound.

And at this time, looking at the bar again, the five deep paw prints are enough to make anyone shudder when they see it.

After Logan dodged the attack, he immediately launched a counterattack. The diamond claws between the fingers stretched out suddenly, and the weapon made of Edman alloy slashed at the enemy in front of him with the sound of the wind.

As for the enemy, Logan had no idea of ​​keeping his hand at all, let alone facing this enemy he had fought before, he didn't think he had the need to keep his hand.

When Logan's sharp claws swung towards the saber-toothed tiger, the tall mutant jumped back immediately, and the huge body showed an unimaginable agility. So of course, Logan's attack fell into place. His sharp claws cut apart the seat of the saber-toothed tiger in vain, but it had no effect on the deity.

And just as they began to fight, the crowd in the bar began to flee the dangerous scene in a chaotic manner. This even includes the boss who was chatting with Logan before. If it's an ordinary fight, the boss might not mind giving him a lesson with a Remington under his own counter, but if it's two mutants. He can only honestly go first.

Mutant battles are not something that normal people can intervene in. That is a life-threatening behavior, and the human group that has learned many lessons has formed its own cognition early.

The two mutants in the battle were not disturbed by these chaotic crowds. They began to stare at each other, wandering slowly, looking for the most suitable moment of attack. At this time, the person who loses his temper first is often the one who suffers.

But Logan still chose to attack first, relying on his immortality and reinforced iron bones, he wanted to solve this enemy in the fastest way.

So he shouted loudly, raised the sharp claws on both hands, and rushed towards the saber-toothed tiger like an arrow from the string.

The saber-toothed tiger, who was staring at Logan, quickly moved away when he reached him. Taking advantage of his height and arm length, he directly put his five fingers together and stabbed Logan's vest with his steel cone-like nails. He wanted to see if his claws could gouge out the heart of the guy he hated.

The saber-toothed tiger's advantage is particularly obvious, and his arm touched Logan's back first. So before Logan touched his body, he had already gouged out large chunks of flesh from his back with his claws.

The pain of cutting the flesh made Logan let out a fierce growl, but an indescribable feeling dominated his body and made him ignore the pain. Instead, he straightened his arms even harder.

The steel claws of Edman's alloy were inserted straight into the saber-toothed tiger's waist and ribs, and the indestructible sharp blade directly cut through his musculoskeletal bones and internal organs. You can even see half-broken kidneys and intestines entrenched in the huge wound.

And Logan wasn't feeling well either. The flesh and blood the size of a sea bowl had been dug out from his back, and a shiny metallic luster was faintly glittering on the terrifying wound. The bones of Edman's alloy protected his heart, preventing him from being actually dug out by the saber-toothed tiger. Even so, his situation was not very good.

Of course, he looks much better than the saber-toothed tiger.

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