courier in movie world

Chapter 939 Logan
1944, USA, Texas.

The yellow sand hit his face, and Logan frowned. He took a large bag of food from the car, hummed an unknown tune while smoking a cigarette, and walked towards the house.

Walking to the door, Logan seemed to have thought of something, quickly spit out the remaining half of the cigarette butt, and then stuffed a few more pieces of chewing gum before opening the door.

"I am back!"

"I bought everything you two little guys wanted for you!"

Logan shouted loudly while changing his shoes, it's hard to imagine that this former Predator has now become a family man.

He works on the construction site in the town. Although he has a lot of work, it is far worse than when he was fighting. He works hard and the salary is naturally not bad.

The room was silent, no one responded.

"Did you go out?"

Logan muttered under his breath.

He walked to the living room in his slippers.

then……

Then I saw the men in black who filled the living room and their wives and children who were as cold as cicadas.

pat.

The food in his hand spilled on the ground.

Logan looked at everyone in the field, "Who are you?"

"Take it easy, Mr. Logan."

A big white man headed by said.

He took out a certificate and handed it over.

"Federal Mission?"

"What department is this?" Logan frowned, "I haven't heard of it."

"What are you doing here?"

His hands trembled slightly, and the atmosphere in the air was extremely oppressive.

"Your wife doesn't seem to know what your previous job was."

The big white man continued, "Maybe we can have a good talk."

"Be open and honest."

Seeing the nervous expressions of his wife and children on the sofa, Logan hesitated and nodded.

"Get your men out."

"They scare my kids."

"no problem."

Regarding this question, the white man did not insist.

Soon the people in the room were cleared, and Logan walked to the backyard with the big white man.

The woman sitting on the sofa looked worried, and she lovingly hugged the two children beside her, "Don't worry, this should be just a misunderstanding."

"Logan will fix that."

The woman is well maintained. Although the clothes on her body are not expensive, the jewelry that is occasionally exposed is obviously of great value.

"Mom, can I go upstairs and play with my sister for a while?"

The little boy got out of his mother's arms and asked innocently.

The woman hesitated, then nodded.

"Go, keep your voice down, don't disturb their conversation."

"Great."

The boy took his sister's hand and ran upstairs bouncingly.

After going upstairs, they did not enter their own room, but opened a storage room, stood on it, opened the window and looked down quietly.

Not far from the window, Logan was talking to the big white man.

"What are they here for? Is there any danger?" the little girl asked.

The boy shook his head, "Ruiwen, keep your voice down, don't let them hear you."

"What are they going to do to Uncle Logan?"

The little girl was a little bit reluctant.

"Be quiet, I can't concentrate like you."

"Charles..."

"Quiet!"

The little boy closed his eyes, put two fingers on his temples, and seemed to be trying to listen to something.

In the backyard, the white man lit a cigarette, took out one and handed it to Logan.

Logan thought for a while, but still shook his head.

"I have already smoked, and I promised my child that I can only smoke up to three cigarettes a day."

"What a good father."

The white man sighed, "So you should be more considerate of them, if you let your lovely children know that their respected father was once a murderous executioner..."

The man took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"What do you think they should think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Logan shook his head, "I'm just an ordinary construction worker."

"Ordinary construction workers?"

"Ordinary people who have had three accidents but survived?"

The white man glanced at Logan.

"I'm being honest, but I want you to be as honest as we are."

"Your information is done for you by experts, and you can hardly see any flaws, but unfortunately, you have a family, so you will get in touch with more people."

"We found out that you used to work for Mawson Industries."

"Working in one of the secret departments."

"A department that started secretly researching superpowers 20 years ago!"

The man's eyes fixed on Logan.

"Are you right?!"

"Who do you work for!"

"What is his or their purpose?"

"Is the controller of this project Mo Sen, the founder of Mo Sen Industry?"

The white man asked continuously.

Logan was just silent, then shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm just an ordinary construction worker. If you want to fix a house, you can come to me. I don't know anything else."

"If you still want to continue the question just now, then you can leave, you are not welcome here!"

"You are forcing me!"

The white man was furious, and he suddenly pulled out a pistol and put it on Logan's forehead.

"Our department is completely different from the police you understand. If I shoot now, it will not cause any trouble."

The calmness in Logan's eyes gradually disappeared, and the emotion in his eyes sent a chill down the spine of the man standing opposite.

"This man..."

Just when he couldn't help but pull the trigger, the aura of the beast-like man on the opposite side suddenly disappeared.

"Come on, I really don't know anything."

"Then I can only announce everything to your family."

The man withdrew his pistol, "I'm sorry Mr. Logan, please follow us back for investigation."

He said formulaically.

"Why do you have to get to the bottom of it?"

Logan was like a desperate beast.

"Because we found out that Mason Industries was the first company to conduct research on superpowers, and now the whole world is in chaos. Without superpowers, we will lose this war."

"All that you cherish now will be gone."

"Then you can go directly to investigate Mawson Industries."

The man sighed dejectedly.

"We have already investigated, but we can't find anything. There is no information, no information, and no relevant personnel."

He smiled wryly.

"Besides, haven't you heard a word?"

"In America we can live without a president, but we can't live without Mawson Industries."

"This company is no longer a huge problem, it is a part of America itself!"

"And that's what scares us."

"Because just recently, we investigated Mr. Mosen, the founder of Mosen Industry, and he is very likely to be a German!"

"He has a background in the German military, probably served there..."

"It would be horrible if it felt real."

"After all, in this world, the country with the largest number of superpowers is Germany!"

(End of this chapter)