Boom!
An extreme heat washed over them as the crimson beams blazed through the forest. Dr. Rice stared fixedly at the two beams, a deep fear washing over him.
"Damn it, get down!" he roared, covering his head and dropping to the ground. The beam grazed his scalp, instantly burning off a lock of hair.
Boom!
The mercenaries at his side were not as lucky. Before they could react, the beam sliced them in half. The thick bulletproof metal plates on their chests were completely useless against the onslaught of the heat vision; in a single exchange, they were cut cleanly, their bodies pierced through.
The searing pain in their waists made them want to run, but they found their lower limbs were already numb, and their torsos fell to the ground, severed in two instantly!
"Shit!" "My God!" "Shoot, shoot!"
Bang, bang, bang!
In a single strike, more than ten men were instantly cut at the waist, and the pouring blood soaked the forest like rain. The remaining mercenaries, witnessing this horrific scene, panicked. Driven by fear, they instinctively raised their weapons and fired; dense gunfire echoed fiercely through the thicket.
The frantic bullets struck Logan, shredding his clothes and leaving massive holes in his body, splashing blood everywhere. The intense pain made his facial muscles twitch uncontrollably, but his heat vision remained intact. He gritted his teeth, enduring the agony of being hit by bullets, continuously unleashing his heat vision.
The crimson light flashed brightly in the darkness, like two furious demons ravaging the forest. Not only the mercenaries, but even the surrounding trees were split in half. One towering tree after another collapsed with smooth, clean cuts, burning simultaneously in a raging inferno due to the intense heat.
The mercenaries fell in rows, their bodies mercilessly pierced and split in two, their blood falling into the flames like vibrant red flowers.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed throughout the forest; the terror of imminent death drove every mercenary to their last desperate cry.
"Shit!"
Victor crouched on the ground; the intense heat above him made him feel as if his head were on fire. The crimson beams, like the scythe of death, easily mowed down life after life. He looked at Logan with eyes filled with indescribable shock. He never imagined that Logan would awaken a new ability, and one so terrifying, far beyond his understanding!
"Roar!"
As all the mercenaries fell, a furious roar suddenly erupted. X-24, with bloodshot eyes and steel claws glinting coldly, charged furiously at Logan. Without hesitation, Logan turned, his gaze fixed on X-24, and the dazzling beam charged at him without wavering.
Seeing the beams approach, X-24 clearly perceived an intense danger. The overwhelming heat instinctively stopped him, with his two steel claws crossed and held horizontally in front of him.
Whoosh!
The violent heat vision slammed into the claws, unable to penetrate them immediately, but X-24 was also suppressed by this force, unable to advance a single inch. Logan concentrated his attention, and the terrifying heat vision intensified again. The silver-white adamantium claws turned red-hot instantly from the intense heat, the scorching heat causing X-24's clothes to ignite spontaneously.
"Roar!"
The searing pain caused X-24 to burst out with a primitive and bestial roar, like the desperate roar of a fireman in flames. His crimson claws finally gave way, and he was thrown back with force. The heat vision, like a spear, pierced through X-24's abdomen, leaving a massive hole as thick as a bowl, from which blood dripped incessantly.
Bang!
X-24 crashed into the ground, but he did not die immediately. His healing factor maintained his last physical vitality as he rolled on the ground in agony, extinguishing the flames around him and groaning in pain.
Shoosh!
The red light faded and the night breeze spread out, dispersing the stifling heat. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and a flock of ravens, attracted by the scent, flew and circled overhead. The pieces of corpses on the ground were smoking, bloodstains stained the entire forest—a gruesome scene that was nauseating.
Dr. Rice, now stripped of his arrogance, cowered on the ground, covering his head with his hands. The flesh and blood of the mercenaries stained his white coat crimson. Fear made him tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes, fixed on Logan approaching him, almost made him faint. The shadow of death loomed over his mind.
Logan reached Rice, reached out without hesitation, grabbed him by the collar, and jerked him up, his cold gaze fixed on him. To his surprise, Dr. Rice did not beg for mercy. Although the fear of death made his body tremble uncontrollably, he still looked defiantly at Logan.
"Monster, you are nothing but an uncivilized beast! Rest assured that you will go to hell. Satan will come to take your life. I will wait for you in hell, with Satan, awaiting your arrival. I will devour you piece by piece in hell!"
He spoke to Logan almost with madness, as if he had transformed from a biologist into a devout theologian of the devil, uttering the cruelest curses against Logan.
Logan knew very well why the other man hated him so much. When Wolverine was at X-Labs, he killed Rice's father. Since then, it filled him with hatred, even toward all mutants. Even facing death, he would never ask his father's killer for mercy.
If he weren't an enemy, Logan would admire his courage. A seemingly fragile biologist, even in the face of death, could unleash a courage that ordinary people could not match. But admiration aside, Logan would not let him go for this reason—not only because this guy pursued him, but also because of those innocent mutants and experimental subjects. This guy's hands were stained with too much innocent blood.
Logan clenched his fist, pressing it against Rice's chest, directly over his heart. Hearing Rice's trembling curses, he sneered coldly: "Go join your incompetent father."
As he lowered his voice, metal claws shot out.
Crack.
The claws instantly pierced Rice's heart, running through his entire body, and blood gushed out. Logan knocked him down; Rice died with an agonizing scream.
Laura grabbed the leg of Logan's pants, her gaze fixed on Rice's corpse, full of malice. Logan reached out and hugged her, saying gently: "He can't hurt you anymore."
Laura nodded, reaching out to hold Logan's fingers. Observing this touching scene in the middle of the sea of blood, Victor couldn't help but laugh: "You two have a deep father-daughter bond."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
They had barely taken a few steps when a series of coughs were suddenly heard. They turned to look; it was X-24, lying on the ground. He lay on the ground, his skin charred by the flames, an open wound the size of a bowl in his abdomen gushing blood, his healing factor keeping him alive.
Logan walked over and looked at him. That face, identical to his own youth, made him feel as if he were looking into a mirror through time, only the other man's eyes did not reflect humanity, only the most primitive bestiality, like a true wolf.
Logan crouched down, his steel claws driving into the man's heart, stirring it until it was completely destroyed. Even with his healing power, such a wound would never heal.
Amidst the splattered blood, X-24's clouded eyes gradually lost their luster, devoid of anger, showing instead a sense of relief. Logan gently stroked his face, closed his eyes, sighed, and shook his head, saying: "Poor man."
Then, he stood up, took Laura's hand, and led Victor to find Charles and Caliban, getting back into the car and continuing their journey. As for the corpses scattered on the ground, Logan believed that by the time others discovered them, they would have long since moved far away.