Chapter 29: Aren’t mutants just animals?

The truck was driving on the road between the rice fields. The golden wheat ears were filled with the fragrance of rice, and the warm afternoon wind blew, spreading the fragrance everywhere.

In the past, Logan liked the comfort of noon the most. If there was nothing urgent, he would slow down the car, open the window, and let the warm wind pass by, filling the car with fragrance.

But now he had nothing on his mind. He looked at Donald driving the truck next to him with wary eyes, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Logan, calm down, I'm just going to get something."

Donald glanced at Logan, with a brisk look on his face, and suddenly asked: "You haven't contacted Gabriela, have you?"

Logan noticed Donald's gaze looking over and said coldly: "Oh, your people have been staring at you, do I dare?"

Since Donald is cooperating with the Lawrence family, Logan believes that his address may have already been grasped by him. Maybe now, there are still many pairs of eyes watching around the abandoned factory.

"Better not lie."

Donald smiled again and lowered his head to look at Logan's hands curiously, "Can you still stretch out your claws?"

Whoops!

Logan suddenly raised his hand, and the steel claws between his finger bones suddenly popped out. The silver-white steel claws reflected a dazzling cold light in the sun.

But, only half of it.

Donald looked at the half steel claw and then looked at Logan's expression.

He could see that this was already the limit of Logan's strength, and the steel claws could no longer stretch and retract as freely as they did when he was young.

Looking at this scene, Donald suddenly laughed and said: "When you reach middle age, you will inevitably feel a little powerless, right?"

If it were the young Logan, not many people would be willing to mess with him, and no one would want to be an enemy of a guy like that who would never die.

As for now...

Donald looked at the steel claw and let out a light chuckle.

Just a dying old guy.

Donald stopped talking, retracted his gaze, continued to look at the road ahead, and even hummed a light song.

Logan smiled helplessly and said nothing. He retracted his claws and turned to look at the rice fields passing by outside the car window.

Their destination this time was Florida. Like Santa Fe, it was located in the southern United States. The weather was similar to San Antonio. It didn't look like autumn at all, and there was a dull heat in the air.

When we arrived at our destination, it was already the morning of the next day.

This is a small town in Yanbian, Florida. The town is surrounded by dense trees, and the roads are lined with green woods.

The traffic in the town is very bad, and most of them are dirt roads with potholes. Such roads are definitely a challenge for the shock absorbers of the trucks, and also for the people in the cars. The bumps along the way make them feel like their bodies are about to fall apart.

"It's time to change cars."

Donald stepped out of the truck and said to Samuel and Joshelle who were following behind him: "The road ahead is difficult for trucks to pass. There is a rental point for off-road motorcycles nearby."

Samuel kept rubbing his feet against a stone, trying to wipe off the yellow mud on the soles of his shoes. He couldn't help but complain, "Is this place a primitive tribe? There is not even a cement road."

"Boy, I advise you to shut up."

Donald patted Samuel on the back and reminded: "This is the territory of red necks."

Logan scanned the surroundings vigilantly. There was only a potholed dirt road with dense jungle on both sides.

"Let's go and get going early while it's daylight."

Logan looked at the sky. He didn't want to sleep in an unfamiliar place.

"It seems James can't wait any longer."

Donald squinted his eyes and looked at the long dirt road, smiling expectantly: "I can't wait to see those goods."

Logan suddenly frowned. Donald's expression gave him a bad feeling.

Led by Donald, several people found a rental shop full of mountain motorcycles at the corner of the road ahead, and rented four mountain motorcycles at relatively expensive prices.

Then, the roar of motorcycles rang through the woods. There were no signs here, but Donald was obviously very familiar with this area. He twisted the accelerator, let the motorcycle engine roar, and moved quickly through the woods.

The three of them had to speed up and weave through the trees.

After nearly half an hour, Donald slowed down and finally stopped in front of a clearing deep in the woods.

There is a large closed house standing in the open space. Apart from the front door, this house has no entrances or exits. Even the windows on the house are sealed floor-to-ceiling windows.

Logan squinted at the house. He could see that the house was not designed to be lived in, but a secret laboratory hidden deep in the jungle.

However, it seems that it has stopped functioning. All the outer walls have fallen off. Thick grass almost surrounds the entire laboratory. Some plants that need to be climbed are climbing up along the laboratory, occupying almost an entire wall. body.

There was no sound at all, and there wasn't even an extra human figure around.

"What fool builds his house in such a horrible place? Is there anything wrong with his brain?"

Samuel looked at the laboratory and complained again. The rush all the way made him feel a little irritable.

However, Joshel saw that this laboratory was definitely unusual. He reached out and poked Samuel's back, and reminded him in a low voice: "Say less."

Logan turned to look at Donald, his brows furrowed.

"What exactly do you want us to bring?"

This place is not simple at first glance. Although it is dilapidated, there may still be many secrets inside.

Donald chuckled, "You'll find out when you go in."

After saying that, he strode towards the laboratory door.

After being baptized by wind and rain, the door was covered with rust, and the lock on the door was almost like a decoration.

Bang!

Donald suddenly kicked open the big iron door.

The door lock cracked, and the rusty door frame fell straight back, kicking up dust.

"Follow me!"

Donald waved for several people to follow him and strode into the laboratory.

The quiet and dark laboratory was filled with a rotten smell, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust. There were sealed rooms on the left and right, and it was impossible to tell what was hidden inside.

Donald seemed to be very familiar with this place. Even though the environment was very dark, he still led Logan and the others to a room with ease.

The iron door outside the room was also knocked down by his kick.

Inside are sealed iron cages made of steel sheets.

Logan looked at these iron cages and frowned.

"Lots of cages."

Samuel approached an iron cage and examined it carefully. The thick iron cage looked like a bank safe.

"What animals are these cages used for?" He turned to Donald and asked curiously.

"animal?"

Donald glanced at Logan with squinted eyes, suddenly grinned, stretched out his hand and pressed the switch next to him.

Boom!

The lights turned on instantly, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire room.

The walls of the room are covered with photos of various people, each with different shapes. Some are no different from normal people, while others retain some animal characteristics.

The experiment number is written next to the photo, No. 7, No. 19, No. 21...

Donald looked at these photos, squinted his eyes and murmured: "Aren't mutants just animals?"