Chapter 14 A Bad Life (Please Read!)

"boom!"

Gasoline came out of the gas pump and was ignited by the flying sparks. The fire instantly engulfed the car and burned more and more vigorously.

The sudden change made the scene quiet.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

"Farke! Farke!"

Amid a series of curses, the gangsters pointed their guns at Sean and the other man and fired a series of bullets.

At this moment, a silver-white light flashed, and Sean rushed into the crowd.

With a flash of lightning, two heads rolled off the enemy's necks.

Others screamed in fear and bullets poured out.

Silver electric light kept flashing, and Sean used Thunderbolt Flash to continuously pass through the enemies. Those gangsters who were still clamoring in the last second fell down like cut grass.

Ludian turned and ran without hesitation.

Seeing this, the others also howled and fled in all directions.

Sean snorted coldly, and after the ruthless blade passed through these people, he stood in front of Ludian and revealed a cold smile.

"Die! You monster!"

Ludian yelled and pointed the gun at Sean.

There was a flash of silver light, and Ludian's hand holding the gun slipped from his wrist.

He stared at it in amazement.

"Ahhh!"

He screamed while holding his severed hand.

Sean swung the knife expressionlessly, slashing across Ludian's neck.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Sean walked towards Victor and looked at the saber-toothed tiger lying on the ground, covered in blood and dirt, like a dirt cat, and reached out his hand to him.

Victor reached out his hand to Sean, but gently slapped it away.

"I haven't reached that point yet."

He supported himself with his hands and sat up from the ground, pulled out the crossbow arrows from his body one by one, glanced at Sean, looked at the back of Sean's hand, and narrowed his eyes.

"Self-healing ability?"

Sean nodded.

Victor stood up from the ground and smiled at Sean.

He admired Sean's decisiveness and ruthlessness in the battle.

"Stop laughing."

Sean pointed to the gas station behind him that was already on fire: "It's going to burn down."

Victor's face froze and he shouted, "Why don't you help me?"

Sean was stunned and asked in confusion: "Don't you need help?"

He looked at Victor with disdain, and muttered in a voice that the other party happened to hear: "You old man are so difficult to deal with."

Victor wanted to scratch Sean to death with one claw.

He limped towards the fire with a fire extinguisher, but Sean quickly dodged to a distance and said leisurely, "It's too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion and Victor was blown away.

Boom!
He rolled over and fell to the ground, flames coming out of his body.

Sean ran over and gloated, "Oh, you're going to be cooked!"

Victor came to his senses, rolled on the ground and put out the flames on his body.

"Pfft!"

Sean unscrewed a bottle of Coke, took a sip, and burped.

Victor looked at Sean dimly, his eyes sparkling green, like a wild beast about to show its claws.

"I'd better kill you."

"Wait."

Sean said something to Victor, walked to the burning ruins, picked up a pack of burning cigarettes from the ground, extinguished the flames, and walked towards Victor.

"Take two puffs, it will burn out in a moment."

Victor took a deep breath, took out a cigarette, threw the rest of the cigarette into the fire not far away, and said coldly: "I'll kill you when I finish smoking."

Sean shrugged, squatted beside Victor, ate the snacks he had just bought from the store, and sighed, "Luckily I took the things I bought away just now, otherwise they would have been burned."

Victor exhaled a puff of smoke, and his ferocious expression was vaguely visible in the smoke.

"Do you think you are funny?"

Sean rubbed his head and said, "It's okay."

Victor choked.

He finally understood that he had no chance of winning a verbal battle with this kid, and as for physical combat...hiss, he still couldn't win.

"Didn't you just say we should chat?"

Sean said with a smile.

Victor looked at the house engulfed in flames, then looked at Sean, grinning and said, "You really know how to pick the right time!"

He stood up, walked towards the car that Sean had secretly driven away, opened the door and got in. Sean's eyes jumped: "What do you want to do?"

Victor flicked the cigarette butt away and grinned at Sean: "Give me a ride, we can talk on the way."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Victor hadn't seen his own kind for a long time, especially a young one who was so decisive in killing.

As Sean drove off into the distance, they both spoke at almost the same time.

"who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

Victor looked at Sean in confusion: "Do you know who I am?"

"I've heard of your name."

Sean looked into the distance and said to Victor, "Sean, just escaped from the lab."

"laboratory?"

Victor's eyes showed some interest: "Tell me about it?"

Sean calmly recounted the story of the research institute.

Inherited Stryker's research? Created mutants?

Victor sneered in his heart, these bastards were still using the same old tricks.

But when he heard that Sean met Deadpool, he asked in confusion: "I remember Logan chopped off that bastard's head, but he didn't die?"

Sean smiled faintly: "It seems so."

He looked at Victor and said, "Tell me about your story?"

"I?"

Victor was silent for a moment, then he suddenly reclined his chair, found the most comfortable position, and slowly said, "My story is very long."

"The night is long, too."

Sean said calmly.

Victor's eyes flashed with reminiscence as he told his story for the first time.

He lived a long, but boring life.

Killing took up more than half of his life, and for the rest of the time, he had nothing more interesting to do except causing trouble for his half-brother Logan.

Most of the things he remembered most vividly were related to Wolverine Logan.

Perverted brother control...

Sean grumbled in his mind, looked at Victor's legs, and asked, "What's wrong with your legs?"

"I was deformed by a woman whose abilities were very restraining to me."

Victor said calmly.

His bones were covered in adamantium, twisted and deformed beyond repair.

"Adamantium..."

"I asked Stryker to do it in order to defeat Logan."

Sean's eye twitched.

It's miserable for Wolverine to meet such a brother.

Sean said calmly, "Why are you so desperate to open a gas station here?"

The corner of Victor's mouth twitched.

"A year ago, the bald man from the X-School lost control of his abilities, causing a large number of casualties. All the X-Men died, and Logan also..."

"So, you lost your brother Logan, and you came here dejected?"

"Humph! I just ran out of hunting targets."

Victor continued to be stubborn.

"Oh, what if I said Wolverine isn't dead?"

"what?"

Victor sat up suddenly and looked at Sean in disbelief.

Sean smiled and said nothing more.

Victor lowered his head and grinned at Sean.

"If you find him, I'll owe him..."

"Or, give me your life."

Sean smiled at Victor.

Victor was stunned for a moment, then grinned at the young man: "You dare to ask for it?"

"Why don't you dare?"

"OK!"

Victor narrowed his eyes and suddenly swung his claws.

But a dagger was placed on his throat first, cutting a gash.

Victor put away his claws, laid back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"You dare to take my life, what a foolish child."

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