I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Looking at the younger and stronger self in front of him, Logan knew that this was the clone he had encountered before-X-24. Although he was completely downwind in the previous battle, Logan still jumped from the ground and fought the X-24 without fear.

One old and one young, the two Wolverine fights, without any fancy moves, just waving their steel claws and stabbing each other desperately, depending on who can't hold it first.

With the blood flying, Ron gradually couldn't hold it.

The Self-healing factor in his body is already aging. Even if he borrows the power of the silver wheel to temporarily rejuvenate himself, it will not last long. In addition, his body is not short and injured, and he consumes more energy. Visible to the naked eye, his hair has started to gray, his skin has begun to slack, and he is gradually getting older than before.

X-24 pierced Logan's shoulder with a claw, and in Logan's screams, he lifted it up forcefully, shook the steel claw of his other hand, smiled triumphantly, and was about to stab Logan's head.

But at this moment, only hearing a "bang" gunshot, X-24's smile on his face solidified, his tall and sturdy body shook a few times, and then he fell to the ground weakly.

Laura dropped the revolver in her hand, ran to Logan, and said anxiously; "Logan, are you okay?"

Logan felt black in front of his eyes, and with the help of Laura, he pulled out the steel claw that had penetrated his shoulder, and then lay on the ground and gasped.

"Why did you follow? Didn't you say that you gave up and let me go the rest of the way?" Laura's eyes were red and choked. "Why did you rush out again? Did you forget that your body is What are you looking like?"

Logan gritted his teeth, sat up with great effort, wiped the tears from Laura's eyes with his blood-stained hand, and whispered, "How did you kill him?"

"Use the Adamantium bullet you gave me," Laura helped Logan to stand up. "You said personally, only this thing can cause fatal harm to us."

Logan grinned hard, took a step forward, shook his body, and almost knelt down. Seeing that the distance coordinates were only ten meters away, he gritted his teeth and said: "Laura, help me go forward."

In this way, with Laura's support, Logan walked forward with difficulty. For the last one or two meters, he couldn't even stand up anymore and moved on the ground.

After the coordinates completely coincided with the coordinates in his mind, Logan exhaled a long sigh, his eyes were already covered with scarlet because of bloodshot. Looking at the red sky, he held Lara's small hand next to him, and whispered with difficulty: "Just leave me here, Laura, don't move me... don't... move..."

Before finishing talking, Logan's head tilted, his pupils dilated, and he lost his breath.

"dad……"

Laura also called out the name "Dad" Roar for the first time, and she couldn't help crying loudly when she looked at the deadly Logan. After a while, she slowly stood up, her hands popped out of steel claws, and laboriously dug a dirt pit next to her, pulled Logan's body into it, and then buried it.

Finally, Laura tied two branches into the shape of a cross and inserted them in front of the grave. But after thinking about it, she pulled out the cross again and inserted it diagonally on the ground into an "X" shape.

"Dad, I'm leaving, I will live on."

Regardless of how dirty she was, Laura nodded to the grave, turned and strode away.

After another unknown amount of time, a weird man dressed in a weird red tights, two black long swords and two pistols slung around his waist, walked out of the woods. When he came to the grave, he knelt on the ground weakly, looking at the branch that was stuck on the ground, and wailed in pain, "Wolverine, why are you dead? Wolverine, my personal movie has only reached 2 , 3 I still want to co-produce with you, you just hang up like this, aren’t you bullying... those damn screenwriters, why don’t those damn screenwriters act like a way to make you come alive..."

Well, this is Deadpool who can break "that wall".

His howling like a wolf reverberates in the woods, scaring away countless birds. The birds circled the treetops, but soon disappeared strangely.

"Has the plague come to this world?" Deadpool raised his head, glanced at the disappearing bird, and shook his head. "It's better to get to work. If everything goes well, it will not be impossible in the future. Make a movie with Wolverine. what."

As he said, his hands were flying, and he quickly opened the tomb, revealing Logan's body, tore off his shirt, and pulled out the silver wheel inlaid on his chest.

"Well, it's time to go back!"

With a smug laugh, the silver light engulfed Deadpool, and he disappeared in an instant.

Sister Margaret Bar.

"Whiskey, thank you!"

"Didn't you always drink ice water? When did you change to drinking?"

"It turned out to be for work, but now that I retired, I definitely want to enjoy it."

At the table, sat Mr. Smith, John Wick, and Wade Wilson, who had not yet been disfigured. After experiencing the previous turmoil, his elder brother would basically get together within a short period of time.

A waitress with a waist thicker than her hip brought up the wine, then cast a wink at Wick, and left with a twist.

"What do you mean?" Wade suddenly had an opinion, "What about the three handsome guys present, why is she only interested in John? Could it be that we are not as handsome as him?"

"Maybe because of the hairstyle... and the beard?"

Smith looked at Wick's shape, rubbing his chin.

"It's possible," Wade nodded. "If I wear a wig and a moustache, wouldn't it be more charming?"

"Don't forget a neat suit." Smith smiled, "Yes, there are leather shoes and a tie."

Wick ignored these two bad friends, took a sip of wine, and asked in a low voice, "There is no news on the road recently, right?"

Smith shook his head: "Except for the tumultuous variant... ahem, there is nothing new except for the Supernaturalist's Bill of Rights."

Wade immediately became excited: "I heard that the newly established department of supernaturalists must be in charge of Xie Lun. I said you two, are you interested in changing careers?"

"Not interested, my life is pretty good now."

Wick refused without hesitation.

Smith was a little hesitation, hesitated: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Wade slapped his chest: "Just because of our relationship with Xie Lun, we want to switch to whitewashing. That's not a matter of one sentence. If we have a badge, then in New York, why don't we just do what we want? You don't have to give it anymore."

Passing by, Jerry glanced at him and sneered: "You can try, I will never hit your third leg with a shotgun."

Wade was agitated all over his body, his legs were suddenly clamped, and he laughed: "It's just a joke, I'll still be useful for a while at night."

Smith took a sip from the wine glass and sighed, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Even if Xie Lun is the person in charge, he probably won't be the master of many things."

"I always have to try it. I'm going to give a gift. How about 150,000? You two will pay 80,000, and I will pay for the rest..."

Before finishing talking, Wade suddenly changed his face, stood up awkwardly, and ran out: "I have taken a step beforehand, Jerry, ask them for money and wine."

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