"Old Wolf, what did you experience then?" Darian turned to look at the Wolverine beside him.
Wolverine shook his head: "Sorry, I don't want to talk about it."
Darian became even more interested: "If you don't want to talk about it, then I insist on hearing it regardless. What exactly happened to make you end up like this?"
Wolverine's mouth twitched: "Listen, I don't want to talk about this... but, since you're so sincere, it's actually fine to tell you."
He reached out and quickly took the gold bar Darian handed him, stuffing it into his pocket.
There was no help for it; he was truly forced by life. Nowadays, he had a wife and two children, and the burden of the whole family rested on his shoulders; he could only rely on that small farm to barely make ends meet.
But even so, he still couldn't pay the rent, which is why he accompanied Old Hawkeye on this long journey to earn some money to go back and pay the rent.
Life isn't easy, Old Wolf sighed.
"This matter has to start from the night when all the super villains joined forces."
Wolverine's gaze looked out the window, as if piercing through time, returning to that nightmare-like night.
"That night, I was at the X-Mansion. Jubilee discovered that all super hero teams were issuing top-level emergency alerts. We were just preparing to go out and check when the X-Mansion suddenly exploded, and Jubilee... died tragically on the spot."
"Immediately after, more than forty super villains broke in. I didn't even have time to think; I extended my claws and pounced on them, engaging in a slaughter to protect the children of the X-Mansion and help them escape to a safe place."
"I fought with that bunch of scum for a whole hour. Super villains fell one after another under my claws. Finally, I finished off Bullseye, stabbing his chest fiercely with my claws, but... I soon realized something was wrong."
Wolverine held his forehead with both hands, his voice trembling: "The Bullseye lying in my arms... gradually turned back into the appearance of Jubilee. And it wasn't just her; all the super villains I killed all turned back into the appearance of the X-Men."
"It was Mysterio, that bastard who tampered with everyone's appearance and voice, and even forged their scent seamlessly, making me treat them all as enemies, and then... killed them with my own hands!"
Wolverine's nails dug deep into his palms, almost drawing blood.
Pain!
Too much pain!
Darian had thought Wolverine's experience was miserable, but he didn't expect it to be this miserable.
Slaughtering all his own friends and family with his own hands—this would cause anyone to collapse on the spot.
The car was quiet for a while; even Wade was unusually quiet, with only Wolverine's voice continuing to sound.
"I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember the taste of blood in my mouth, crying until I was unrecognizable. I walked aimlessly like that for I don't know how many days, until I saw a railway, walked over to it, and let the train run over my head."
"Unfortunately, that couldn't kill me. From that day on, I swore never to extend my claws again, never to hurt anyone again. Now I'm just a farmer. My hands touch nothing but the hoe."
After the story was finished, Wolverine's weather-beaten face was already streaked with tears.
He didn't wipe them away, letting the tears flow down. These tears had been accumulating in his heart for too, too many years, and now they could finally be completely released.
"Oh, poor Logan..."
Old Hawkeye was very sympathetic. He felt that he had been miserable enough, but after hearing Wolverine's story, he suddenly felt his own experience was nothing.
If he had received the same treatment as Wolverine back then, he would likely have gone crazy long ago.
Couldn't tell the difference, absolutely couldn't tell the difference!
"So that's how it is."
Darian nodded, finally understanding why Wolverine had become what he was today.
He asked: "Don't you want to take revenge on Mysterio?"
Wolverine's fist clenched suddenly, but then slowly relaxed, his eyes dimming: "I wanted to at the time, I wanted to tear him to pieces, but unfortunately he escaped. Later I gave up. Now I just want to stay away from all this and don't want to cause any more trouble."
Darian shook his head upon seeing this.
It seems this Old Wolf's spine has been broken by Mysterio; it won't be easy for him to stand up again.
"It's all that bunch of damn scum who ruined this World into this ghostly state. Every one of them really deserves to go to hell!" Old Hawkeye punched the steering wheel, and a harsh horn sound exploded suddenly.
This angry curse was not only out of indignation for Wolverine's encounter, but more like venting his own long-accumulated helplessness and grief.
In this broken World, everyone carries too many irredeemable losses, and the root cause of all this is what those super villains have caused.
[NPC Clinton Barton has issued a new quest to you]
[Quest: Sin Buster]
[Goal: Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, kill ten super villains who are ruining the World (0/10)]
[Reward: EXP +3000, Anchor Fragment ×3, Random Item ×2, Random Equipment ×1]
Nevada, Hammer Falls!
The reason why this place is called this name is because there is a weapon used by a god here.
Meow-Meow Hammer!
Nicknamed Mjolnir!
Back then, the Thor fell here. It is said that the loving father Magneto killed his own daughter, the Scarlet Witch, with his own hands, allowing a third-rate villain named Absorbing Man to use his ability to steal her Chaos Magic and use that power to kill Thor.
Darian was not surprised by this.
Parallel Universe means infinite possibilities; it's not strange for anything outrageous to happen.
Even Quicksilver can be killed by bullets; Thor falling into the hands of a third-rate character doesn't seem unacceptable either.
Driving into Hammer Falls, one can feel a strong atmosphere of super hero culture.
Super hero merchandise can be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys. Many citizens here revere super heroes as their faith, praying day and night for them to return and restore the World to its former order.
And the authorities, now controlled by super villains, turn a blind eye to this, letting the public build momentum for super heroes. After all, those super hero merchandise products come from their own factories; the main point is to make money wherever possible.
However, this routine of killing super heroes and then using them to frantically rake in money feels somewhat familiar.
Darian asked and learned that this is all Kingpin's territory, and he suddenly realized that this fat guy knows how to make money in any World.
Wade scanned the stalls selling super hero merchandise on the street, cursing: "Damn! Why aren't there any of my merchandise products here? Don't these hicks know that I am the traffic driver of Marvel?"
"It seems your popularity isn't that great. You were just bragging about your popularity being high, right?" Darian laughed; he loved stabbing Wade in the heart the most.
"Bullshit! The global box office for 'Deadpool 1' and 'Deadpool 2' combined exceeded 1.5 billion!"
"But there are no merchandise products of yours here."
"I was once the highest-grossing R-rated super hero movie protagonist in history!"
"But there are no merchandise products of yours here."
"I can break the fourth wall! I can travel through parallel Universes!"
"But there are no merchandise products of yours here."
"Fuck!!"
Wade was completely broken; then came a series of hard-to-understand words, things like "Marvel Jesus", "Phase Four Savior", etc., which made everyone roar with laughter, and the car was filled with a happy atmosphere.
The group prepared to find a place to take a short rest. Old Hawkeye suggested going to his third ex-wife's house, and by the way, he could see his daughter.
The identity of this third ex-wife of his is not simple; she is actually Spider-Man's youngest daughter, a middle-aged black woman.
Darian muttered: "It seems that in this World, Peter Parker ultimately didn't make it to Mary Jane's bed."
"Maybe Mary Jane in this World is a Black woman."
Wade had already fully recovered and joined in the roasting: "But according to age, Hawkeye is several rounds older than her, right? Actually eating young grass, how shameless!"
Darian nodded: "According to a certain Mr. Logan who is unwilling to disclose his name, the Hawkeye of this World has an unusual relationship with Black Widow. Maybe he missed Natasha too much, so he simply found a real Black Widow."
"Fuck! This old blind man actually dares to steal my wife! I'm going to slash him!" Wade was immediately furious.
"Since when did Black Widow become your wife?"
"Her actress is the wife of a Canadian; rounding it off, she is my wife!"
Listening to the two of them shouting, Old Hawkeye's face grew darker and darker, but hindered by the fact that he couldn't beat these two guys, he could only pretend not to hear anything and walked straight towards his third ex-wife's door.
The one who opened the door was not his third ex-wife, but the ex-wife's current husband, an intelligent robot, said to be a subsystem of the super villain Ultron, named Ultron Mark 8. He was an honest and decent robot who took over Old Hawkeye's wife and daughter.
To Old Hawkeye's third ex-wife, Ultron Mark 8, except for that part not being made of flesh, was much better than her bastard ex-husband in every other way.
Old Hawkeye couldn't refute it; after all, he himself quite liked Ultron Mark 8, this fellow traveler.
Upon meeting, Ultron Mark 8 hurriedly told Old Hawkeye that his daughter had failed to assassinate Kingpin a few days ago and was now Kingpin's prisoner.
Old Hawkeye became anxious immediately upon hearing this.
It's been so many days, he might be about to become a grandfather!
"Logan, come with me to save her!"
Old Hawkeye quickly called for Wolverine. Although he could drive, he also needed someone to navigate, which was the reason he hired Wolverine.
"I refuse. I said I won't get involved in any fights anymore." Wolverine shook his head decisively.
"Shit! I'm about to become a grandfather, and you're telling me this!?"
Old Hawkeye was so angry that he glared, cursing Wolverine for not having any regard for past friendship.
In the end, Old Hawkeye was forced by necessity and used his trump card skill, "adding money," which finally made Wolverine agree to go along.
Looking at the Wolverine who readily changed his mind, Old Hawkeye didn't know why, but he always felt that he seemed to have fallen into a trap.
As for Darian and Wade, they naturally followed along. They both happened to be looking for trouble with Kingpin—one because of a quest, and the other because of his super hero merchandise.
Kingpin's base of operations was located in Salt Lake City.
It was still Old Hawkeye driving, and it was still Wade sitting in the passenger seat.
Yes, Old Hawkeye lost rock-paper-scissors again.
Old Hawkeye strongly suspected that the other two cheated, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he had to let it go and continue to endure Wade's noise attack.
With Wade's "blessing," Old Hawkeye drove the car as if it were flying. The journey that originally took six or seven hours was compressed into just over three hours by him.
Very soon, they found Kingpin's lair.
Wolverine took a high-tech thermal imager from Old Hawkeye and aimed it at the dilapidated building in the distance.
"It's heavily guarded. From top to bottom, there must be about fifty people, and everyone is armed to the teeth. It won't be easy to save your daughter, Hawkeye."
"It still has to be saved. After all, she is my daughter."
Old Hawkeye gripped the compound bow he had gotten from his third ex-wife, his attitude firm.
He was thinking quickly, lowering his voice: "I have a plan. We can use the Spider-Car to climb the wall, break in directly from the high-level outer wall, bypass most of the ground defenses, and then we will..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Old Hawkeye heard Darian and Wade already walking swaggeringly towards the building.
At the building entrance, several guards were immediately alert, raising their firearms and aiming at the two.
"Stop! What are you..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Accompanying the sound of gunfire, before the guard's words were finished, his life was over.
Darian held his gun in one hand, stepped over the guards' corpses, and walked into the building with Wade, only to see a dozen dark gun barrels aimed at them.
"Buddy, now it's my turn to perform."
Wade didn't want Darian to steal all the spotlight, so he walked forward.
He had to save his low popularity here, and the first step was to start by stealing the scene!
"Fire!"
With an order, the armed personnel pulled their triggers one after another, and a dense barrage of bullets struck instantly!
Wade smiled disdainfully, drew two samurai swords, his wrists turning rapidly, and the blades instantly danced in front of him, forming a dazzling silver screen of light.
The armed personnel widened their eyes instantly.
The bullets they fired actually all... hit!
Watching Wade lying on the ground covered in blood and not getting up, everyone was speechless.
They thought he was so awesome, but this is it?
"Damn it, lunatic!"
The leading strong man reacted the fastest, spat, and his eyes revealed fierce light: "Forget about this madman! Kill the other one!"
All gun barrels instantly turned towards Darian, and they pulled their triggers again!
Da da da da da da—!
Tongues of fire spat out again, countless bullets tearing through the air, rushing towards Darian!
However, the expected flesh and blood flying did not appear.
A dazzling white light lit up around Darian, and all the bullets seemed to hit an invisible barrier, clattering as they fell to the ground, spreading out a patch of gold at his feet.
The armed personnel widened their eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.
Darian ignored their horror, raised the golden desert eagle in his hand, and began to shoot one by one.
"One, two, three..."
As Darian counted, one armed personnel after another fell to the ground.
His pace was steady, stepping over shell casings and pools of blood, advancing deep into the building.
The sound of gunfire seemed to carry a certain rhythm; with every gunshot, someone would surely fall. Even if the armed personnel hid behind cover, there was always a bullet that could find them with a trajectory that defied common sense.
Within his field of vision, no one could escape.
Lock-on + Infinite Ammo + Wallhack + God Mode!
Darian activated Dead Eye, turning into a DMA warrior, and launched a crazy slaughter in the building!
In the distance, Wolverine, who witnessed the whole process through the thermal imager screen, was dumbfounded.
You're the real Hawkeye!