Not all the pursuers entered the barn; they left six outside, securing the entire structure. Among the nearby bushes, Samuel and his two companions watched the barn cautiously.
"Only six are left outside. The rest are inside. James is in danger," Samuel whispered with a premonition.
These men were clearly gang members. Although not exceptionally well-trained, most had spent years on the streets. Their ferocity and cruelty were incomparable to those of ordinary men.
Ten of them had entered the barn, surrounding Logan alone. Logan was in a precarious position.
"Hmm, isn't he overly confident?" Conrad sneered, rubbing his nose, which still hurt.
Although Logan had saved their lives outside the tavern, and was now taking this risk alone, Conrad's opinion of him hadn't improved.
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!"
Josh gripped his pistol, ready to move forward and finish off the six men standing guard.
"Wait a moment!"
Samuel quickly grabbed him. "James said to wait for the shots to ring out!"
After a series of events, Samuel had inexplicably developed greater trust in Logan, a man who appeared to be in his sixties.
Since he had told them to wait for the shots before acting, Samuel felt he should obey his instructions; perhaps that way they would have a better chance of success.
Bang!
At that moment, the barn door slammed shut.
The next instant, the piercing sound of gunfire and panicked screams echoed from inside.
The silence of the forest instantly dissipated with the sudden noise, and crows fluttered and fled.
The six lookouts were also startled by the sudden door slam and the alarming sound of gunfire, staring intently at the door with their weapons raised.
"Damn it! He's doing it!"
Samuel no longer hesitated, raised his pistol, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
A shot was heard, instantly killing one man.
The sudden shift startled the five remaining men outside.
But they reacted quickly, rolling and hiding behind the fence.
The bullets fired by Samuel and his three companions were blocked by the fence.
Meanwhile, the five men, with their pistols raised, returned fire against Samuel and his three companions.
Samuel and Conrad could only hide behind the trees.
The situation was at a stalemate.
The gunfire inside the barn intensified, its piercing sound echoing through the forest.
"Damn it! With so many people, they could turn James into a sieve!"
Samuel looked toward the barn, extremely worried.
Unfortunately, they were now blocked outside by the lookouts, unable to offer him support.
"Damn it, that old man is committing suicide! If we had left, we might have had a chance, but he chose such a remote place for an ambush!"
Conrad, hidden behind a tree, returned fire against the guards, grumbling: "If the cargo is lost because of this old man's arrogance, none of us will be safe!"
"If you hadn't insisted on drinking, we wouldn't have run into these guys!" Samuel protested, unconvinced.
"You!"
Conrad glared at Samuel, but remained silent, continuing to fire at the guards.
Meanwhile, the penetrating smell of blood filled the warehouse.
Two bodies lay in a pool of blood in the gloom of the warehouse. The eight remaining men, huddled back to back, were shooting in the dark. Their blind bursts showed they had no idea where their enemy was. Logan's evasiveness made them feel like they were fighting a ghost!
Logan, meanwhile, navigated a rain of bullets, which zipped past him, the tips practically grazing his body. However, in the darkness, he remained silent, his figure moving with lightning speed, like an owl cutting through the darkness, completely undetectable.
His dark pupils, like a wolf's, allowed him to see more clearly in the dark than in daylight.
He dropped the pistol, and the adamantium claws, driven by his muscles, extended from his fists, shining silver in the moonlight.
He staggered in the darkness, pouncing on a gang member.
The man only felt a gust of wind pass before him, and before he could react, a face devoid of emotion appeared before him, as if death were approaching.
The next instant, the sharp steel claws pierced his chest, splattering hot blood everywhere. His strength instantly faded, and he fell heavily to the ground.
The other gang members saw another of their companions fall, their faces filled with terror. However, they couldn't see the enemy's position and could only shoot blindly into the darkness.
Logan, who had already hidden again, reached out to wipe the blood from his face.
The penetrating smell of blood cleared his mind. Killing gradually awakened the beast within him, and his cold eyes reflected an extreme thirst for blood! The next instant, he moved again.
In a flash, a head flew upward, hot blood spouting from the severed neck like a fountain.
The head landed squarely on the foot of another gang member.
The man turned his head and saw his comrade's head staring blankly at him. His defenses completely collapsed.
"Ghost, it's definitely a ghost!" he screamed in fear, throwing down his pistol and turning to run toward the door.
But he was met with a glacial gaze a hundred times more terrifying than the Grim Reaper.
The next instant, the stabbing pain in his heart pierced him, plunging him into utter despair.
On the verge of death, he finally understood the kind of terrifying monster his group had provoked...
In the darkness, Logan showed no sign of stopping. He rolled again, appearing behind another gang member like a phantom.
Before the man could react, his sharp adamantium claws instantly pierced his neck, and he fell heavily to the ground...
Logan was like a fierce wolf with precise attacks, his figure twisting quickly in the wood warehouse. Every time he stopped, someone fell into a pool of blood.
The dark environment and the phantom-like Logan completely destabilized all the gang members.
They tried by all means to find Logan in the darkness, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't detect his trace. They could only watch their companions fall one after another.
Logan's speed was truly excessive.
By then, he had completely transformed into a hungry wolf in the forest, becoming an elusive afterimage in the darkness.
The reduced space of the warehouse offered him no confinement. He moved freely, appearing where no one expected him, and then easily dispatched the man.
In barely a dozen seconds, the enemy collapsed. Painful howls, terrified roars, the crisp clang of weapons hitting the ground, and the dull thud of bodies collapsing echoed throughout the warehouse.
The last enemy trying to escape fell, but didn't die immediately.
The fear of imminent death opened his eyes wide as he finally looked upon the terrifying enemy. The blood gushing from his mouth prevented him from producing a single plea.
Logan stared at him, intending to finish him off with his steel claws.
However, he realized that his claws had not fully extended for the entire fight—only a small part of them was visible.
Helplessly, he picked up his pistol from the ground and aimed it at the head of the terrified gang member.
Bang!
Blood instantly soaked the floor, and the stench of blood filled the barn.
"Phew!"
Logan let out a long sigh, but didn't rest immediately. Instead, he ran to the car, opened the door, and pulled out several bottles of mineral water to wash off the blood.
He felt the bullet holes in his body, with no time to remove the shrapnel. He hastily put on his coat, buttoned it up, and slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.
Bang!
The door burst open.
Samuel, having dispatched the guards, rushed in with Josh and Conrad, pistols drawn, ready to shoot.
The next instant, the pupils of the three men contracted.
Bodies lay scattered across the floor, their faces etched with fear, as if they had witnessed death itself.
The blood on the floor spoke volumes of the horrific battle that had taken place there.
Logan sat on the ground, watching them with difficulty.
Samuel and the other two felt a tingling in their heads, looking at Logan with astonishment, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Ten gang members, armed with pistols, were killed by Logan!
Logan didn't even look wounded. How was it possible?
They stared at him in amazement, feeling suffocated.
At that moment, they finally understood the terrifying combat strength of this old man who looked to be sixty.
Even the arrogant Conrad was scared to the brink of a heart attack by this scene.
What happened tonight will likely be something they will never forget in their lives!
Logan looked at them, drank the remaining half bottle of mineral water in his hand, and his expression remained serene.
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