Blood splashed everywhere, the huge body spurted blood several meters high, dyeing the ground red.
"Huff..."
Logan, one hand on his hip, panted, breathing heavily as if he had just recovered from suffocation. His body, standing under the setting sun, looked somewhat hunched, with sweat mixed with blood dripping down.
The violent outburst had made it difficult for his aging body to endure; the pain in his limbs prevented him from making wide movements. If he had lasted a few more rounds, it was hard to predict who would have fallen.
But, fortunately, the massive man had no strength to continue.
Logan looked back at the huge man's corpse, the decapitated body gradually paling as the blood flowed out.
"Thank God it was just a clone."
Logan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Clearly, Hydra's cloning capabilities needed improvement; this huge man's strength was far inferior to the real Juggernaut's.
If the real Juggernaut were there, Logan didn't believe he stood a chance against him.
Bang, bang, bang!
The gunshots from the other side gradually diminished until they finally ceased.
Thanks to the superior marksmanship of Donald and his men, the Hydra thugs had no chance to fight back.
Although their weapons were better than Donald's, the difference in combat skills could not be compensated for by equipment.
Shortly after Logan finished off the big guy, the battle also ended, and the thugs were all corpses lying in the jungle.
"Let's go. This is only the advance team. Their reinforcements will arrive soon. We have to get out of here before they completely surround us."
Donald holstered his pistol, patted Logan on the shoulder, and then looked at the big guy lying dead on the ground.
The clean cut on the neck made him wary of Logan.
Samuel and Josh, responsible for finishing off the remaining Hydra thugs and ensuring none were left alive, also stepped forward.
"James, your back is bleeding!"
Samuel noticed Logan's back instantly. His cheap suit was ripped, and the torn flesh was a horrifying sight. Crimson blood seeped from his skin, dripping onto the ground.
This was the result of the big guy's blow against the wall; the violent impact instantly turned his back into a bloody mess.
And if it weren't for his Adamantium skeleton, a normal person would have been pulverized by such an impact.
"I guess those soldiers must have brought first-aid kits!"
Josh quickly turned to look at the corpses of the Hydra soldiers in the distance. Armed organizations like this usually carried a certain amount of first-aid kits before setting out.
Logan stopped Josh from searching the bodies. "No time, we have to get out of here."
"What about your wound..." Samuel looked at Logan's back with concern.
"It's fine, it will heal on its own."
Logan gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and turned to walk toward the main entrance of the lab. "Come on, Hydra's vehicles are over here."
After a search, the group successfully located Hydra's off-road motorcycles, hidden near the lab, before nightfall and quickly returned to the village.
Upon arrival, they abandoned the truck provided by the Lawrence family; after all, they were practically fleeing, and the truck's speed was inadequate.
Donald bought a neighbor's car for more than double the price, and the group drove the faster car back to Santa Fe overnight.
Meanwhile, deep in the forest near the lab, several off-road motorcycles roared and stopped in front of the corpses of the Hydra thugs.
A group of people got off the motorcycles, ignoring the scattered bodies, and headed straight for the decapitated burly man.
"One arm severed, another decapitated. Although he's a clone, the density of his flesh makes it difficult for bullets to penetrate. Such a lethal weapon must be a Vibranium blade or... an Adamantium alloy."
A man crouched next to the burly man, carefully examining the corpse, and added: "There are claw marks on the armor, so it's definitely Adamantium alloy."
The leader listened to his subordinate's report, looking at the corpse with a cold expression, and said: "It seems a new Wolverine has been created."
The gray sedan sped along the highway in the dark of night, much faster than the truck. Samuel, at the wheel, turned around occasionally to look at Logan in the passenger seat, worried that the terrible wound on Logan's back would kill him on the way back. But, to his amazement, the healing speed of Logan's back injury was unimaginable.
When they left the village, Logan's back was still dripping blood, staining the passenger seat red. But after driving for a while, the bleeding rapidly slowed. Even now, the wounds covering his back were completely dry, without a single drop of blood, and in some parts, thick scabs were even forming.
This sight left Samuel speechless. After all, wounds like that would require hundreds of stitches to stop the bleeding in a normal person. Donald, noticing Samuel's astonishment in the back seat, sneered: "Don't look at him like that. This guy is a mutant with healing ability. When he was young, he would quickly recover from wounds like this, even the devastation of a nuclear explosion."
Suddenly, he laughed, turning to Logan: "But he's old now, even this little scratch takes so long to heal." As he spoke, he even lightly touched the oozing flesh on Logan's back, causing him to gasp and glare at him coldly. Donald quickly leaned back, giving an innocent smile, and raised his hands in surrender.
Logan ignored him, turning to look at Samuel and Josh, and then paused before saying: "I hope you can keep this a secret." Samuel quickly replied: "Don't worry, you've saved me several times. Even if I die, I'll keep this secret." Josh emphatically nodded behind him: "Don't worry."
Logan then turned to contemplate the night view outside the window. He knew these two would definitely keep it secret for now; after all, they both still worked for the Lawrence family. Revealing his secret would be tantamount to revealing the Lawrence family's secret about Wolverine. Neither Wolverine nor the Lawrence family were people they could afford to offend.
After a night of fast travel, the group finally arrived in Santa Fe. Returning home brought a strange sense of relief to Samuel and Josh.
"Almost out of gas, I need to refuel," Samuel said, looking at the car dashboard. Half an hour earlier, he had already warned that the tank was low.
Logan nodded. He had put on temporary clothes bought during a brief stop at the service area (a T-shirt and sweatpants) and washed off the blood with bottled water.
While Samuel waited in line to refuel, Logan got out and bought a pack of cigarettes at the store across the street. He stopped in the alley next to the store and began to smoke.
Just as he exhaled a smoke ring, a voice came from outside.
"Tony, are you sure this machine works?"
The familiar voice instantly startled Logan. He quickly hid in the shadows and cautiously peeked in the direction of the voice.
Recognizing the source of the sound, Logan's pupils sharply contracted. "How can they be here?"
Not far away were Steve and Natasha. Although they were dressed in civilian clothes, their faces were easily recognizable.