Las Vegas, Nevada, is undoubtedly a gambler's paradise.
Since casinos were legalized last century, countless people have flocked to Nevada, and countless casinos have sprung up.
Gamblers are swept away by euphoria at the gaming tables, winning enormous sums or losing everything; laughter and desperation are the daily bread.
And this is Logan's destination, this place that fills so many people with dreams.
On the road, Samuel looked at the path leading to the city of gambling, his expression becoming increasingly excited: "Damn it, Las Vegas, I'm back!"
"Have you been here before?" Logan asked, turning his head in surprise. Samuel didn't look like a gambler at all.
"Of course!" Samuel said enthusiastically. "I'm super lucky in Las Vegas! Last time I won a whopping $30,000 here!"
Then he looked in the rearview mirror with disappointment. "Don't tell Josh that. He's the unluckiest of the three of us. Last time he lost a whopping $20,000 and almost had to sell his car."
Logan nodded. He wasn't interested in those things. He knew that while the gaming table was exciting, the casino always got the better end of the deal. Luck wouldn't always be on one's side.
"Hey, James, want to go out for a bit? I know a casino with incredible service, I guarantee you'll have a great time all night!"
Samuel extended a cordial invitation, explaining: "Don't worry, it won't affect our work. Unloading will take us all night, and no one will bother us."
Logan, who was participating in a cargo delivery mission for the first time, was unaware of some details and asked: "Don't we have to keep watch? I've heard Las Vegas isn't exactly a safe place."
Casinos are plentiful there, and people lose everything daily, even incurring huge debts. These desperate gamblers often resort to theft, using the stolen money to gamble again.
"Don't worry, there are people in charge of that," Samuel replied, clearly unconcerned about security. "The Lawrence family has invested in several casinos in Las Vegas. No one here would be foolish enough to rob them. Besides, our mission is only transportation; if something happens after we arrive, it's not our responsibility."
Logan then understood.
Samuel continued with his enthusiastic invitation: "What do you say? Do you want to come? Just bet with me and I guarantee you'll win a fortune tonight!"
Clearly, even before reaching their destination, Samuel was already incredibly excited.
Logan smiled and shook his head. "Go ahead, guys. I don't like noisy places, and it's my first time in Las Vegas. I've heard it's a great tourist destination, and I want to explore it on my own."
It was the first time in years he had left San Antonio; he wanted to find a bar for a drink first, then wander around and see how the world had changed in the last decade.
"Alright, then."
Samuel was not disappointed by Logan's refusal. "Next time you come, you have to try it. Casino newbies usually have incredible luck."
"I will."
Logan smiled disdainfully and looked out the window.
The highway to Las Vegas was clearly much busier than other roads, with all kinds of vehicles speeding toward that dream city.
By the time Logan and his group arrived at the warehouse, their mission destination, it was already nightfall.
It was an imposing warehouse in North Las Vegas, with the Lawrence family logo clearly visible. It seemed to contain a considerable amount of valuables and was heavily guarded.
After handing over the truck to the warehouse staff, the four headed to a nearby motel.
The Lawrence family had booked accommodation for them there.
However, Samuel and his two companions had no intention of spending the night there. After a quick shower, they excitedly rushed to the casino, seemingly unfazed by the exhaustion of the long journey.
Logan joined them, but took a different route. He found a decent-looking pub nearby, ordered some drinks and a steak, and then wandered aimlessly through this world-famous city.
Compared to Santa Fe, Las Vegas at night seemed like another world.
The casinos were countless; there was one operating almost every few hundred meters.
The LED lights on the outside of the casinos flickered with a seductive glow, and the soft streetlights cast a golden light, illuminating the entire city with a golden hue.
The clean streets were full of pedestrians; some tourists contemplated the city, occasionally taking enthusiastic photos of the scenic spots.
Others were gamblers, familiar with the area, rushing toward their favorite casinos.
Police officers patrolled the streets to ensure safety.
Compared to Santa Fe, plagued by drug addicts and alcoholics, this dream city was clearly much safer.
Logan strolled through this golden city, enjoying this rare tranquility.
In Santa Fe, at night, people usually carried at least a small knife in their pocket, just in case some addict suffered a psychotic attack.
But everyone who passed by him was impeccably dressed.
They wore bespoke haute couture suits or the latest trends from fashion magazines; their hair and beards impeccably styled, their clothes perfectly coordinated, and the mechanical watches on the men's wrists and the exquisite jewelry on the women's bodies reflected their refined taste.
Logan, on the other hand, clashed with the luxurious backdrop: his cheap black suit, unkempt hair, and neglected beard contrasted strongly with the opulent scene.
Luckily, he seemed oblivious to the stares, merely observing his surroundings for anything that caught his eye.
"Logan?" a deep voice asked from behind him.
Logan, believing he had been recognized, felt a shiver of unease and quickly turned around.
For years, apart from Professor X and Caliban, almost no one had called him that; only a few acquaintances recognized him.
Behind him, a man with a thick beard and black jacket watched him through the crowd.
The characteristic beard, the penetrating eyes, like a tiger's, betraying tiredness... the familiarity made Logan instantly recognize the man.
Sabretooth, Victor!
"Jimmy!" Victor exclaimed excitedly, approaching to embrace Logan. He slapped him on the back with his large hand. "It really is you!"
After a brief embrace, they separated. Victor looked at Logan's face, his voice a little hoarse. "My God, how you've aged. I almost didn't recognize you."
"You, on the other hand, look much younger."
Logan smiled wryly; the other man also possessed the healing factor.
However, without the toxicity of adamantium, Victor's healing factors did not deteriorate as quickly as his own. Although he also showed signs of aging, he was much better off than Logan.
Although both of their appearances had changed, the familiar aura emanating from the other allowed them to recognize each other immediately.
It was simply unexpected that they would meet so casually in a state as vast as Nevada.