For Magneto's sake, they were actually discussing taking students away?\\ It sohow looked like a human trafficker's deal.
The X-n exchanged looks, not knowing what to say.
At that mont, Wolverine Logan, who had a cigar in his mouth and wore his usual aloof, gloomy expression, suddenly sensed soone looking at him.
He turned and t a pair of complicated eyes.
It was Sabretooth Victor.
The mont he saw Victor's face, Logan's brows locked tight, and fragnts of old mories surged into his mind.
Those mories were scattered and incomplete.
It made Logan unable to stop the painful expression that settled over his face.
Yes, Logan had lost many mories. He had forgotten his past, forgotten his origins, forgotten where he ca from.
He was a man without a past.
He was also a man lost in his search for his mories.
Joining the X-n had only been an accident. Logan only knew one thing: the person who had caused him to lose his mories was William Stryker. Unfortunately, they had never found him.
He had not expected to run into soone this ti who stirred up so of his old mories.
It took Logan a while to recover. The images in those mories were not very clear, but they were carved deeply into him. There was a scene from a long ti ago, in a detached villa, where two children were playing.
There was also an image of him holding a shotgun, aiming it at an unfamiliar, angry-faced man.
Another showed a slightly older child pulling another child as they fled through the woods.
There was also a scene of him and that person charging through a battlefield under a storm of bullets.
These images did not form a whole, so Logan could not piece them together completely.
"Who are you?"
Logan could not hold back anymore. He strode toward Victor, but just as he drew near, an Astartes soldier with a burly build and a height of over 1.9 ters stepped in front of him expressionlessly.
The soldier lowered his head slightly, stared at Logan with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Without the Leader's order, no one is allowed near our prisoner. Step back."
"Move."
Because this was tied to his lost mories, Logan's tone was full of irritation when he saw the Astartes soldier blocking him. He even slightly spread his hands, and six razor-sharp tal claws automatically extended from his knuckles.
These claws were sharp enough to easily slice through anything he had ever seen.
"Logan, what are you doing?"
The sudden standoff between Logan and the Astartes drew the attention of the X-n, who had originally been focused on Professor X and Matthew's conversation.
When they saw what was happening, Phoenix Jean Grey and Cyclops Scott froze for a mont, then imdiately walked over.
Scott placed a hand on Logan's shoulder, while Jean stepped in front of him.
"Logan, calm down." Jean Grey was a beautiful woman with short wine-red hair that fell to her shoulders. Because she had worked as a teacher for many years, her temperant was gentle.
She was sowhat worried about her companion.
"Hey, reckless guy. Now isn't the ti to be reckless." Cyclops Scott and Logan had never seen eye to eye, but he still cared about Logan sowhat. He was just habitually blunt when he spoke.
Logan had no ti to bicker with Scott right now. His gaze bypassed Jean Grey, staring directly at the Astartes soldier—or more accurately, trying to see Sabretooth Victor hidden behind him.
"He knows , and I know him. When I saw him, so mories from the past appeared in my head. So all of you move. I need to ask him what the hell is going on."
Hearing that, Cyclops let go.
He knew very well just how important recovering his mories was to Logan.
Phoenix Jean Grey was the sa. She understood Logan, so she turned to the Astartes soldier and made a request. "I'm sorry. My companion has lost his mories, and he may know sothing about Logan's past. Could you let them talk?"
"I said it requires the Leader's permission." The Astartes soldier remained unmoved.
mories or no mories, he only cared about carrying out his duty.
Scott frowned and was just about to speak.
For a mont, the atmosphere between the two sides, which had still been fairly harmonious, suddenly grew tense.
The soldiers of the two warband once again cast over cold gazes, as if they were looking at the dead.
Even Needy, who had such a gentle personality, was the sa.
The ordinary soldiers were no exception. They raised their guns one after another and aid them at the X-n, ready to pull the trigger at any mont.
Beast Hank and Storm felt rather helpless. They wanted to stop it, but there was simply nothing they could do.
After all, as companions, the two of them had to stand on Logan's side.
Fortunately, the disturbance here also drew the attention of Professor X and Matthew. Facing Professor X's helpless, pleading gaze, Matthew did not make things difficult for him. He simply turned his head slightly and said, "Aruna, step aside. Let them talk."
"Yes, Leader."
The Astartes soldier Aruna, who had been standing in front of Logan and the others, imdiately answered respectfully when he heard Matthew's words, then moved aside.
The cold gazes of the remaining soldiers softened as well, and the ordinary soldiers holding firearms lowered their weapons.
That highly unified execution, and the effect brought by a single word from Matthew, made Professor X secretly startled.
Clearly, these people were extrely loyal to Matthew.
They would carry out any order from him without the slightest hesitation.
"They are all outstanding soldiers," Professor X could not help but sigh.
"I have never doubted that." Matthew smiled softly and accepted the praise without modesty.
After all, these were soldiers he had poured his own effort into cultivating.
On the other side, Logan walked up to Victor and stared fixedly at his face. "Who are you? Who am I?"
"Wow, Jimmy. Looks like after all these years, you still haven't recovered your mories. Forgetting your dear brother—how heartbreaking." Sabretooth Victor spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
"Brother? You're my brother?"
Logan's eyes drifted for a mont, as if he were thinking. Then he grew even more agitated, reaching out with both hands and grabbing Victor by the collar.
His action once again drew the soldiers' attention.
Brat, you were allowed to talk, not to put your hands on him.
But since the Leader had not spoken, they only watched him with their eyes and did not stop him aloud.
"Logan." Phoenix Jean Grey placed a hand on Logan's arm, using her gentle gaze to try to soothe his violent emotions.
The effect was excellent. Logan did indeed calm down a little.
"Ha. I never thought you'd actually listen to so girl." Victor thoroughly enjoyed provoking Logan, so he spoke up once more.
To his surprise, Logan wasn't provoked in the slightest. Instead, he loosened his grip and stared at Victor.
"Who exactly are you? Where do I co from?"
"Tsk, it seems that bullet really turned you stupid, Jimmy. It truly makes happy."
Victor had no intention of telling Logan these things.
The grudges between the two brothers ant that right now he only wanted to see his little brother in pain. mories? What mories?
If he had the ability, he could go find them himself.
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