"Clean everything up, we leave in ten minutes." Although Logan was exhausted and desperately needed rest, he did not want to spend the night surrounded by corpses.
Furthermore, no one knew if there were other pursuers; staying there was undoubtedly a dangerous decision.
"Wipe the bloodstains off the car."
He stood up, walked past the three men, and headed straight out of the barn.
"Does this guy really look sixty?"
Samuel was still stunned. He could not reconcile the scene before him with a disheveled old man.
Ten strong, armed gang members, dead in minutes by a sixty-year-old man... it was a joke!
"The file says sixty-nine years old," Josh replied quietly. Seeing the terrified faces of the corpses, their own shock was not entirely unacceptable.
The man Chris had chosen as the team leader for his first delivery mission was no ordinary person. Before leaving, Chris had specifically warned him that he was a dangerous individual.
Anyone who could inspire unease in the Lawrence family must possess an unimaginable strength to ordinary people.
On the other hand, Conrad silently observed the corpses scattered on the floor. He tried to appear calm, but the astonishment in his eyes was unmistakable.
Even the best mercenaries would have difficulty easily eliminating ten heavily armed enemies in that confined space, with no time to set traps.
And this old man had not only succeeded, but he looked completely unharmed!
He unconsciously glanced at Logan's retreating figure, his eyes filled with apprehension.
Although he was still upset with the arrogant old man, this man really had the ability to turn him into a corpse instantly.
"Let's get the truck out. Cleaning those bloodstains will take a long time. If we enter the town like this, the police will surely stop us."
Josh clapped the stunned Conrad on the shoulder and climbed into the truck first.
Conrad and Samuel stopped talking, moved the corpses blocking their way, and started the truck.
Meanwhile, in a bathroom adjacent to the barn, Logan tried to turn on the light, but it was clear that the abandoned sawmill lacked electricity.
Luckily, the moonlight was shining brightly that night, and the broken roof of the bathroom didn't block it. Furthermore, Logan's sight was better in the dark, so even without light, he could see clearly.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Logan exclaimed, leaning on the dusty sink. The exertion had worsened his condition, and he coughed violently, uncontrollably.
He reached out and wiped the thick layer of dust off the mirror. In the moonlight, his exhausted face was reflected in it.
Logan lowered his head, unable to look directly at his emaciated face and bloodshot eyes.
He struggled to take off his coat, revealing several bullet holes that stood out sharply.
Thump!
Logan gritted his teeth, tightening every muscle in his body to the maximum.
The shrapnel, compressed by his muscles, slowly emerged from the bullet holes.
"Sss!"
The intense pain made Logan gasp; it was as if a knife was being pulled out of his body!
The shrapnel fell onto the sink, clanging against the ceramic surface.
The unbearable pain gradually numbed Logan; sweat dripped down his forehead, splashing onto the bloody shrapnel. His body trembled uncontrollably, his hands gripping the sink so hard they almost crushed it.
When the last piece of shrapnel was expelled, Logan finally relaxed, gasping for air, looking completely exhausted, as if he had just run a marathon.
In the mirror, the bullet holes all over his body hadn't healed as quickly as before; the dark pits in his skin were terrifying for an ordinary person.
"Damn it!"
The weakness washing over him ignited a surge of anger in Logan, who smashed the mirror with a punch.
After all, he was Wolverine. Neither the terrifying power of nuclear bombs nor the Phoenix Force, capable of destroying everything, would have made him back down.
But now, a few bullets had left him exhausted. How could he accept it?
"Right, prestige..." After venting his emotions, Logan remembered his new ability.
Perhaps it could help him change his current situation.
[Stamina]: 6
[Strength]: 7
[Agility]: 7
[Speed]: 7
[Intelligence]: 5
[Defense]: 7
[Willpower]: 10
[Combat Skills]: 7
[Prestige]: 4
[Special Attributes]: None
[Special Ability]: Healing Factor
[Current Physical Condition]: Wounded and bleeding, gradually weakening, in poor condition!
[Free Points]: 1
[Improvement Points]: 3
Logan noticed the increase in Free Points and Upgrade Points.
Clearly, he had acquired them after the recent battle.
Logan understood the concept of Free Points.
They could be used to increase any of his stats. For example, adding them to Speed would significantly increase his speed; if maximized, even Flash would probably envy it. LOL.
Adding them to Strength, up to the maximum, would unleash a power that would make even Juggernaut hesitate. LOL.
As for Upgrade Points, they were obviously used to improve his abilities.
However, Logan was not in a hurry to use them, but rather reviewed the other options.
[Healing Factor (Enhanced)]
[ Healing Factor]: Currently, this ability is weakened and cannot maintain its initial healing speed due to aging and X-gene suppression. You can upgrade this ability to strengthen the X-gene's resilience, thereby breaking the suppression.
Logan knew very well that the drastic decrease in the effectiveness of his Healing Factor was due to genetically modified food.
This had caused his body to no longer be able to slow down the aging process.
His aged body made it even more difficult for his already suppressed healing factors to produce noticeable effects.
Fortunately, the awakening of his new ability gave him hope of recovering his healing factors.
Once the self-healing factor is strengthened to a certain level, the suppression can be broken, restoring its initial effect. At that moment, the self-healing factor can repair his aging body and perhaps even restore his youth.
"Upgrade with free points."
Logan no longer hesitated, allocating three points to upgrade the self-healing factor.
He knew how important it was; all other options were much less important.
"No effect?" Logan looked at his body.
After strengthening it with three points, he didn't feel any obvious change. The numerous bullet holes were still very visible, showing no signs of healing.
"It seems three points are not enough to significantly upgrade the self-healing factor," Logan muttered to himself, deciding not to dwell on it.
If it doesn't work now, it doesn't mean it won't work later.
As his prestige increases, he will earn more points, and someday he will be able to fully restore the self-healing factor.
As for the remaining free point, Logan was not in a hurry to use it.
For now, he was concealing his identity and would not be in much danger in the short term. There was no need to upgrade other attributes. Instead of blindly adding points, it was better to save this one for when he needed it.
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
"James, are you finished? We are all ready now, it's time to go."
Samuel's voice, with a hint of worry, came from outside.
"Glad to hear it."
Logan put on his coat, hiding his wounds under his cheap suit, before opening the door and stepping out.
The convoy resumed its journey, heading toward Nevada during the night.