The cerulean blue sky was instantly illuminated by the red light, glowing with a crimson hue similar to sunset.
The beams shot out like dragon fire, moving toward Donald.
"Shit!"
Seeing the approaching beam of light, the intense danger made his head tingle. He instinctively rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the ferocious heat vision.
The crimson energy almost grazed his shirt, fiercely slicing into the car parked behind him.
Boom!
A sound like steel being cut rang out at the location.
The car was instantly and cleanly sliced in two.
The break was smooth and clean; the high temperature instantly melted the metal, constantly emitting scorching sparks.
"Ah!"
Logan was releasing such a ferocious heat vision for the first time; scorching white smoke continuously streamed from the corners of his eyes.
The powerful recoil caused the heat vision, which erupted from his eye sockets, to spread like a runaway beast, sweeping through the crowd.
With a slight turn of Logan's head, the heat vision spread, instantly enveloping several unfortunate gunmen nearby.
Before the fierce heat vision even touched them, their clothes spontaneously ignited from the intense heat, and scalding eruptions quickly spread across their skin.
"Ah!" the terrified gunmen screamed, feeling every inch of their skin being roasted at thousands of degrees.
The fear of impending death made them instinctively want to run, but how could human speed outpace Logan's gaze?
Once the heat vision enveloped them, the intense heat and powerful impact instantly pulverized them, even vaporizing their blood.
A rising blood mist filled the air, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh spread.
Where the heat vision passed, not a single person could be seen, only smoking chunks of flesh remained on the ground...
"Shit!"
"What is going on?"
The fear of the heat vision seized Donald's heart. Although the surrounding heat was intense, cold sweat ran down his body uncontrollably.
That dazzling crimson beam of light made him feel a chilling shadow of death.
Suddenly, he looked up at the source of the heat vision: Logan, standing on the second floor, his eyes smoking. "He's awakened a new ability?!"
"How is that possible?" Donald asked, his eyes wide. It wasn't unusual for mutants to possess multiple abilities; their laboratory was also conducting related research, attempting to cultivate various mutants with high-level abilities.
But what shocked him was that Logan was already two hundred years old.
Even among mutants, he was an old man, far past the age when the X-gene was most active. Even after experimental modifications, a new ability was unlikely to be activated.
Furthermore, his current physical condition was already failing; sometimes, even his claws couldn't fully extend.
With such virtually ruined bodily functions, how could he unlock new abilities?
This bizarre scene left Donald completely stunned.
After a long period of shock, he suddenly returned to reality, his eyes burning with intense desire, as if he were looking at a gold ingot. "I truly underestimated you, Logan. As expected of Wolverine, even at over two hundred years old, you are still a treasure!"
Donald licked his lips; greed gradually overcame the fear in his eyes as he looked at Logan with covetous eyes.
Although Logan scared him now, it was precisely this fear that instantly elevated him from a useless old wolf to something of immeasurable value.
If he could capture both him and Laura together, he would receive an immeasurable reward!
Boom!
Just as Donald was pondering, two beams of light, like fire dragons, extended, annihilating the gunman in front of him.
The gunman's body instantly exploded, splattering blood onto Donald, and chunks of flesh and debris covered him.
The sudden turn of events completely interrupted Donald's thoughts.
He snapped back to reality and frantically looked around. Of his thirty-something gunmen, more than half were already dead.
The heat vision, like a raging red dragon, violently writhed among the crowd.
Anyone even slightly caught in its path was sliced in half or utterly destroyed by its terrifying force.
Shattered remains and chunks of flesh covered the courtyard, blood flowing like water.
The hotel was now a brutal slaughterhouse!
Painful screams and terrified roars resonated in the air!
"Damn it!" Donald roared at the disoriented gunmen. "If we don't kill him, no one escapes! Fire!"
Bang, bang, bang!
The gunmen suppressed their fear and fired at Logan.
"Ah!"
A dense burst of bullets tore through Logan, instantly riddling him with holes. The unbearable pain made him roar in fury.
But the killing did not cease.
Logan clenched his teeth; the piercing wounds fueled his rage, and his heat vision intensified.
The temperature rose again, the light beam, influenced by his fury, became denser and a darker red.
Boom!
As he turned his head, the heat vision swept the area.
The gunmen who were touched flew into pieces, even their rifles instantly melted, as molten iron dripped.
"Curse it!"
Seeing the gunmen fall at a visible rate, Donald sensed the danger and quickly pulled out his phone to call for reinforcements.
Boom!
But before he could dial, a flash of red light appeared.
An incredibly high temperature instantly engulfed him.
The scorching beam struck the phone precisely, melting it in his palm in an instant.
The blistering heat burned his palms, causing visible blisters to form. The flesh of his palms quickly discolored, cracked, and was completely cooked.
"Ah!"
The unbearable pain in his palms made Donald let out a heartbreaking scream.
Originally, he only had one hand; the other had been amputated due to an injury and replaced with a cold, mechanical hand.
And now, even his remaining hand was completely useless!
At that moment, the crimson light suddenly dissipated.
Logan closed his eyes, and his frantic heat vision abruptly ceased. When he opened them again, his pupils had returned to normal; only wisps of white smoke rose from the corners of his eyes.
He stared intently at the screaming Donald, his eyes icy.
Bang!
He jumped the railing of the corridor and leaped directly from the second floor, his cold gaze fixed on Donald, approaching him step by step.
Donald looked around, but after observing the scene, he realized that none of his men had survived; remnants of bodies covered the ground.
Seeing Logan approaching like death, fear completely took over Donald's mind.
Ignoring the unbearable pain in his arm, he quickly said: "Logan, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out!"