Many times, people need to think repeatedly when doing things, but thinking too much time and worry too much will make you constrain your hands and feet. Sometimes you are more cheerful and do what you want, which will make your life more exciting.

For example, now, Storm Girl is driving a car and running wildly on the winding road between the mountains and forests, rapidly approaching the forest city where Magneto is located.

Solo is not a mutant, so the life and death belonging to more than a dozen mutants is no big deal for him, but after hesitating for a moment, Solo still chose to get in the car and travel with him.

It's not that he likes to meddle in other people's business, just because Professor Charles is undoubtedly better in the two camps of mutants. Although Magneto's style of acting is more acceptable to Solo than the gentle professor...

But most importantly, the mutant converter in Magneto's hand.

One person seeks to save another person without hesitation, either in a benefit that cannot be rejected, or out of a feeling that can surpass the threat of death.

An instrument that can promote human gene mutations and evolve from ordinary people into mutants. This instrument is what prompted Solo to get on the bus. Theoretically, the variant module of the fire seed can be integrated with any mechanical product.

If he could integrate that instrument, even if the success rate was not high... it would be a drastic change.

There is no doubt that Magneto is the opponent that Solo is most reluctant to face now, but even if Solo escapes this time, with Magneto and the Variety Brotherhood, there will definitely be another next time. Next time, Magneto will not show mercy, and maybe it will be the end.

As he said when he taught Storm Girl, there is always the power to completely restrain one's opponents. Escape is of no use. The only way to solve the problem is to face challenges.

Let us temporarily turn our eyes away from Solo, and at the same time, while Solo and the other two were racing on the road, in the forest city north of Galina, something else was happening.

I can't skip it, and I don't want to miss it either.

Canada is a very suitable place to survive, except for the temperature here...it is close to the Arctic Circle, and except for a few places, the temperature throughout the year is not too high.

The city of Forest City, which is mainly based on the logging industry, is surrounded by dense forests and is almost isolated from the world. Supported by Canada's rich forestry resources, lumberjack, a profession that has appeared hundreds of years ago, has not been eliminated so far.

The vast Yukon River is flowing silently, and thin ice collides with each other on the river surface that is more than ten miles wide, making a thin and crisp sound.

Along the river bank, dozens of heavy trucks filled with giant logs loaded in the cutting yard. This is the largest log concentration in northern Canada and the chaotic area in Canada that is most terrifying for the decent and honest people. It is a gathering place for all villains and villains.

After all, the lumberjack industry makes little money and has great risks. Except for some guys who have no other opportunities, they are people who have to come to do this job.

On both sides of Lincheng Road, taverns, spirits and women shining with colorful lights are the most indispensable things for these northern loggers.

In a very old tavern, the steaming wine came over me, and it was almost like a slut. Several gorgeous women were standing behind the wine cabinet, smiling unrestrainedly.

A group of drunken drunks were lying on the wine cabinet, teasing the women unscrupulously. They showed their chests and their faces were rough and barbaric. Anyone exuded a bloody and ferocious spirit from their bones.

In the middle of the tavern, there was a simple boxing ring surrounded by an iron fence. Two burly men with naked upper bodies were fighting the most primitive and bloody battle.

Dozens of big men with red faces danced around the wooden platform, shouting slogans excitedly, and their powerful feet trampled on the rough stone ground, making uniform "pa" loud noises, and the "pa" sounds from the flesh that fists and full of energy almost exploded.

At the corner of the tavern, three figures were incompatible with the bar, with bearded men staring at the battle in the gladiatorium, and an amber light flashed from time to time in his interested eyes.

Her little naughty face looked angry and her eyes widened in childishness. Even though she was hungry, she had no intention of food in front of her. Under her long cloak, her hands were bound by silver shackles.

Opposite her was a gray-haired man, chewing cousins ​​very carefully, with a dark red helmet on hand, his body sat straight, his beard was trimmed clean, and his lips were pursed, which made him look like a very self-controlled and majestic person.

So, even if he just sat quietly, his momentum was enough to subconsciously keep the burly men around him away from this area. However, the bar owner would definitely not be able to watch these three people occupy his entire table.

So he walked forward slowly and whispered, "Hey, man, you're not a local, are you?"

Magneto raised his head, showed a gentle smile at the bar owner, and asked softly,

"Why do you say that?"

Seeing his gentle attitude, the boss also relaxed his mind. He smiled and replied, "It's easy to identify. Locals won't eat like you."

"It seems you are very familiar with this city!" Magneto nodded, and then said in a low voice. "Since that's the case, I have a job, you may be able to recommend the right person to me! I need a big cart to transport some goods for me."

The serious injury of the Red Devil is a huge loss to the Mutant Brotherhood. This loss is not only reflected in the combat level. If Asazo is still there, Magneto will not need to spend time on the small things like transporting the Mutant back to the resident.

At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the bar.

In the arena surrounding the fence, the tall bald man was easily knocked to the ground by his opponent. A fat host with bearded face flushed with excitement and shouted loudly with a loud horn.

"This time... the winner is still our boxing champion...Logan!!! Hell is full of wailings from his opponents interrupted by him! Now, is there anyone who wants to challenge..."

The big men sitting next to the fence whistled when they won money, drank happily, stepped on the ground with excitement, and gestured with their middle fingers, with various curses emerging from their mouths.

This is a group of thugs, with every hair on their body being branded with the word "thug". However, when the host's voice fell, these thugs were in sequence, but no one had the courage to challenge the human-shaped beasts in the fence.

Not only the Demon Girl, but now even the little naughty gaze was attracted by curiosity.

"A real warrior! Who is he?"

The demon girl stared at the perfect and strong body in the fence with a burning gaze. She smiled slightly, and her eyes were filled with the light of interest.

This typical white man is nearly 2 meters tall, with his naked upper body and raised muscle lines, like steel castings. Even if he is wearing dirty pants, he cannot hide the rough atmosphere on his body.

The beard grew along the side of his face and looked very masculine, especially those eyes, which would make the person who looked at him feel a little depressed...

This feeling is very similar to facing Victor, but it is colder and more dangerous than Victor's smile.

"This guy, a lunatic, a drunkard with a bad temper, lives in his broken trailer. Every time he comes to me to accept challenges and win some money to buy wine! Tsk tsk! But speaking of this lunatic's bones are really hard, he has never lost! It's like an undead monster!"

The bar owner said, looking at the drunken strong man in the fence.

"It sounds like a very interesting guy, we'll want him!"

The Demon Girl smiled slightly and decided to herself, and Magneto just glanced at her faintly. After decades of getting along, he knew Riven's personality very well.

This damn, inherited from a bald stubbornness, once interested in someone, nothing can change her mind, and that man...

Magneto's eyes fell on his strong body in the fence and frowned slightly. It was not the first time he had seen this man, but compared with decades ago, the mutant had almost no changes.

If anything, it would be the confusion of his eyes, and his body was filled with substances that made him feel interesting. This was the second time he encountered such a person...

But there is no doubt that this is a powerful mutant, and such a warrior should contribute to the rise of the race, rather than living a life of a walking dead in a daze.

"He..." The owner of the tavern widened his eyes in disbelief, but after seeing the persistence on the demon girl's face, he could only shake his head and sigh and walk towards the man who was drinking by the fence.

"There is a job for you, Logan."

His face was filled with a flattering smile, but Logan did not leave him, but slowly raised his head, his nose moved like a beast smelling the smell.

A second later, a look of vigilance on his face as wild beasts were invaded by similar invasions.
Chapter completed!