Facing the rejuvenated Old Logan and Charles, Sander and the others became background props again, without even the strength to resist.
This was perfectly normal. Think about the opponents Old Logan and Charles had faced in the past—various powerful Mutants, including some with heaven-defying cheats. Even Colonel Stryker, a human, had an entire army and a batch of Mutant test subjects working for him.
And what about Sander's side?
At most, only X-24 could barely make it onto the stage. Old Logan could easily handle it alone; there was no need for a big shot like Charles to intervene.
Darian was seeing a situation where the heroes completely crushed the villains for the first time. If this were a movie, the box office would probably flop miserably.
Of course, this was all thanks to Darian's health supplements. Otherwise, the situation before them would have been completely reversed: two aging X-Men killed by a group of cannon-fodder minions, staging a real-life version of "The village children bully me, old and weak," dying in an unknown wilderness, and ending in tragedy.
Compared to a depressing plot, a satisfying scene is much more comforting.
With the threat of Sander and the others gone, there was no joy of victory on Old Logan's face; instead, he looked like he had lost his soul.
His head was completely bald, and its shininess was no less than Charles'.
Just a moment ago, Old Logan didn't know what kind of madness had taken him. He found a knife from one of the Raiders mercenaries, and with a quick motion, he shaved his own head. He acted so fast that no one else could stop him.
Charles frowned, solemnly concluding that this was the work of another Telepathy user.
It was highly likely that Sander had also created a clone of him as a backup plan, which had been lurking in the shadows and launched a surprise attack on Old Logan.
Without a word, he closed his eyes and concentrated, immediately engaging the opponent in a mental battle for three hundred rounds. Finally, he gained the upper hand and successfully defeated the clone, allowing Old Logan to return to normal.
Although no one had seen the so-called clone from start to finish, and they didn't understand the point of going to such lengths to control Old Logan just to give him a haircut, at least he was safe. Everyone took out their phones to take pictures as souvenirs, celebrating this narrow victory.
Old Logan looked at the few people taking crazy photos of him without even turning off the flash, and his face turned black.
He had a Healing Factor, so his hair would grow back in no time. The problem that had plagued Charles for most of his life was not an issue for him at all.
Compared to this, the photos on everyone's phones made him feel even more uncomfortable.
What made him feel depressed was that among the circle of people taking photos, his good daughter Laura was also among them, holding the phone gifted by Darian, snapping away at his bald head.
Old Logan took a deep breath, feeling it was time to show the seriousness a father should have.
"Laura, children shouldn't play with pho..."
"Closer, I can't see clearly!"
"Okay."
Old Logan trotted over eagerly.
There was no helping it; since this was the first time Laura had taken the initiative to talk to him, he naturally had to spoil her.
Darian looked at Old Logan, who was smiling like a chrysanthemum, and tutted: "This Old Wolf is hopeless. In the future, if some punk with dyed hair parks a loud motorcycle at his doorstep and calls him an old geezer, let's see if he can still smile."
Charles chuckled: "A dog with a home is better than a wolf wandering alone."
Wade retorted: "I disagree with that. Wolverine's prototype is actually a Wolverine, which is related to the honey badger; it has nothing to do with a wolf."
Darian realized: "The honey badger is the 'flat-head brother,' right? No wonder Old Wolf has such a violent temper, daring to rush up and fight anyone he sees, regardless of whether he can win or not."
Wade agreed and added: "If you think you are an idiot, you might as well watch Wolverine challenge Magneto."
Old Logan: "..."
"You can talk behind my back, but can you please keep it down so I don't hear it!?"
Next, under Charles' control, Donald and his men opened the trunk of another car, where a pale-skinned Mutant named Caliban was being held. His ability was to detect and locate Mutants within a certain range, acting like a Mutant radar.
Caliban was an old friend of Old Logan and Charles. The three had once relied on each other, living together.
Old Logan was responsible for going out to make money, and Caliban was responsible for taking care of the demented Charles at home.
After Laura appeared, Caliban met with misfortune, and Donald lied, claiming he had executed him, which made Old Logan and Charles sad for a long time.
But after probing the memories of Sander and the others, Charles discovered that Caliban was still alive and immediately released him.
Seeing the resurrected Caliban, Old Logan was surprised and delighted: "Caliban, you're not dead!"
Caliban had just been pulled out from the dark, his eyes not yet accustomed to the light. Plus, Logan was covered in blood, and for a moment, he didn't recognize him, only seeing a shiny bald head.
He said in shock: "Charles, how are you standing up?"
Old Logan: "..."
While they were catching up, Darian took out his golden desert eagle and casually finished off Donald and his Raiders mercenaries.
He remembered that Donald had just said he and Wade were unlucky and intended to silence them.
He had a bad memory, so he preferred to take revenge on the spot, lest he forget later.
"Oh my god! Is that a gold-plated .50 caliber desert eagle?"
Wade's attention was instantly captured by the golden desert eagle, his eyes behind the mask widening.
Before, Darian had attacked with zero-frame start, knocking him down in one shot; he hadn't noticed what kind of firearm Darian had in his hand.
"Yeah, I have two of these," Darian said indifferently.
Wade immediately leaned in, his tone eager: "Captain, considering I've been with you for so long, can you give me one? I can trade my integrity for it!"
"No, besides, you don't have that thing," Darian refused decisively.
Besides their own people, only the controlled Sander and X-24, who was curled up in a corner in a state of autism, remained on the scene.
Charles signaled to keep Sander, as the opponent still had other uses.
As for X-24, Darian had originally planned to bring him into the team, but discovered that X-24 was a fake Healing Factor user, relying on injections to barely reach the level of Old Logan's Healing Factor. He didn't meet the recruitment standards of the squad, so he pushed him to Charles to handle.
Charles was also willing to accept anyone.
He had been a dog trainer for decades and had extremely rich experience in that regard.
For a wild wolf full of primitive ferocity like X-24, he was confident that he could train it step by step and raise it into a loyal and honest house dog like Old Logan.
With Caliban joining the team, plus Sander and X-24, their original car obviously couldn't fit so many people, so they switched to the Raiders mercenary legion's vehicle and continued driving towards Eden.
Before leaving, Darian incidentally took away the Adamantium skeleton left by Old Logan.
This was already the second Adamantium skeleton he had obtained. If he got another one, he might be able to synthesize it to two stars.
Without the pursuit of the Raiders mercenaries, the pace of the journey could finally be slowed down, and the original desperate escape turned into a road trip.
Old Logan was still responsible for driving. Having been an old driver for nearly two hundred years, this position belonged to him, and even Darian, who possessed the soul of an old driver, was not qualified.
He was not impatient about this; instead, he felt wonderful.
On one hand, Laura was finally willing to talk to him, and on the other hand, his hair had grown back, still as lush as ever, more than all the hair on Charles combined.
But Old Logan didn't show it, suppressing the smile at the corner of his mouth so as not to provoke the jealousy of a certain Telepathy user again.
"I am not jealous."
Charles, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke, looking ahead, his tone calm.
Old Logan was shocked.
Damn, he almost forgot that Charles had recovered his abilities. This guy must be eavesdropping on his inner thoughts.
"I am not eavesdropping."
Charles added with a sincere face.
Old Logan: "..."
Do you believe that yourself when you say it?
"I believe it!"
Old Logan: "..."
With his brain restored to normal, Charles seemed to have become more mischievous, like an old urchin.
Darian ignored the interaction between the two old guys in the front row. He was discussing a crucial matter with Wade: their team still didn't have an official name.
"I propose we call ourselves the Deadpool Alliance. This name comes with its own traffic, is highly recognizable, and will definitely attract a large number of fans!" Wade raised his hand to suggest.
Darian expressed disagreement: "Why not call it the Doom Alliance? This name has even greater potential traffic."
"Don't joke around. You don't even have a solo movie; where would the traffic come from?"
"Simple, didn't you say the fourth and fifth phases haven't finished airing? I'll just make guest appearances everywhere, and I guarantee I'll soak up the traffic."
"Sorry, that job has already been snatched by a guy named Kang the Conqueror."
"I'll just snatch it back."
The two talked back and forth, and the topic drifted further and further away.
"Almost got led into a ditch by you."
Darian suddenly stopped the conversation and returned to the main topic: "In that case, let's call it the Suicide Alliance."
Wade spread his hands: "Buddy, we didn't pay the copyright fees to Warner next door. Although the legal department of the Disney company is indeed known as the strongest on the surface, we can't plagiarize so blatantly."
"Then let's call it the Immortal Alliance. Anyway, the members are all immortal, simple and brutal."
"Immortal Alliance, the name is straightforward enough, I like it!"
The two quickly finalized the team's name.
As founding members of the Immortal Alliance, they naturally formed the Immortal Duo. Darian stated that as long as they didn't take off their clothes, their win rate wouldn't be too low.
Eden was located at the border of North Dakota and Canada, a Mutant sanctuary.
But in fact, this Eden didn't exist in reality at all; it was just a fictional address from the X-Men comics.
Yes, this World possessed X-Men comics, and they were quite popular. Both Mutants and humans loved to read them; it could be said to be a national-level comic.
It was said that this comic was created by a cartoonist based on the real X-Men, after artistic processing. Only a small half of the content matched reality, and the remaining large half was purely fictional, equivalent to fan work.
When this comic first came out, it had caused quite a bit of controversy and also caused dissatisfaction among some Mutants.
Some Mutants even went directly to his door, threatening to break the cartoonist's legs, because the cartoonist drew them as villains, ruining their reputation and being scolded by netizens who didn't know the truth in thousands of posts online.
As a result, the Mutant didn't expect that this cartoonist was also a Mutant, and his ability was of the space type, so he ran away very smoothly.
Until today, when Mutants were almost extinct, no Mutant had been able to successfully catch this cartoonist.
Except for Laura, everyone on the car knew the truth about Eden, but they didn't point it out, just to maintain the beautiful fantasy in Laura's heart.
When the vehicle finally rolled over the gravel and stopped at the coordinates in the comic, only desolation met their eyes. There were no high walls, no fortresses, only endless wind blowing through the withered grass.
However, on the edge of this wasteland, a few crooked wooden houses stood sporadically. There were even many figures inside, all children of the same age as Laura.
Without exception, these children were test subjects cultivated by Sander using different Mutant genes. Like Laura, after escaping from the laboratory, they were attracted by the fictional coordinates in that comic book and gathered here from all directions.
This Eden, which didn't exist, had become a real Mutant gathering place because of this group of homeless children.
[Task "Eden" settlement complete]
[Reward: 1000 EXP, 20 Laura Favorability, Anchor Fragment * 1, Item "X-Men Full Set of Comics"]
[Item: X-Men Full Set of Comics (Genuine comic authorization, from the X-Men stories of the Marvel main Universe)]
Darian was shocked.
This time, it actually rewarded a full set of X-Men comics!?
Placed in a server related to Mutants, isn't this clearly a strategy guide!
Laura ran to her friends, explaining the situation.
The friends immediately expressed that they were very welcoming to the arrival of the few. They were loyal little fans of X-Men, especially admiring Old Logan and Charles, the two most popular X-Men.
Their current feelings were no less than seeing a living Ultraman; they were so excited they were about to jump up.
Seeing Old Logan and Charles surrounded by children, Wade hurriedly squeezed forward, striking a pose he thought was very cool: "Hey! Kids, look at me! I am Deadpool, the beloved, humorous, and funny superhero. You must know me, right?"
"Don't know."
The Mutant children shook their heads one after another, answering honestly.
The truth is always the most hurtful. Upon hearing this, Wade went straight into autism, followed X-24, curled up in a corner, and started drawing circles.
As a result, seeing a few children mistaking X-24 for Old Logan and stepping forward to ask for his autograph, he became even more autistic, and even the background turned gray and white.