Sword and Magic and Taxi

The Death Curse can't kill you? At that moment, the wizard's hair stood on end. He just raised his hand, but before he could think of what magic to release, Logan's attack arrived. He hated the wizard so much that he grabbed the wizard's wrist with both hands and broke it hard!

There was a click, the wrist was rotated a full 360 degrees, and the ulna and flexor bones of the forearm were also twisted. The wand was naturally thrown out, and the wizard let out a cry of pain that reached to the sky.

Like a wild beast, Logan didn't want to use his superb fighting skills at all. Instead, he bit him in one bite, then spread his arms and bit off the wizard's right hand directly. The blood on his wrist was like a pillar, spraying everywhere, covering Logan's head and face. The man who fell into madness didn't care at all. He continued to rush forward and grabbed the wizard's shoulders.

The wizard was shocked and immediately cast the Apparition spell. This is a teleportation spell. The caster will turn into a twisted black shadow, then disappear into the air with a whoosh, and appear at the destination. Wolverine wouldn't let him disappear. Even if his arms were caught in the shadow, his hands would hold on to him. His feet stepped hard into the soil, and his body was like a rag squeezing out water, being violently twisted by the power of the teleportation spell. The power of space transmission kept pulling Logan, and he used his body to open the space channel and pulled him back arbitrarily.

Come back! After an explosion of blood, Logan dragged the wizard back and threw him hard on the open space in front of the house. However, two of Logan's forearms and one leg were involved in the apparation, and he did not know where he was transported. He was so unsteady that he sat down on the doorstep next to Mrs. Warren's body.

Mrs. Warren's face was pale and there were no scars on the surface of her body, as if she had fallen asleep due to a serious illness, but there was no life left in her body. Logan looked at her eyes that couldn't be closed, supported the ground with his arms without hands, and tried to stand up on one leg.

Opposite him, the seriously injured wizard was trembling and trying to get up. His eyes were hazy with blood, and he wiped them with his left hand, finally able to see Logan's condition. Although he has lost his wand, the wizard can still cast spells, as long as he keeps his eyes focused and continues to recite the spell. He pointed at Logan with his left index finger and roared: Shatter to pieces!

The white explosion light exploded in Logan's chest, knocking him to the ground. However, he was regenerating faster and faster, and the wound was already healing before it completely exploded. His severed arms and legs are also growing, with bones and flesh entangled together and nerves clinging to them.

I will continue to explode until you no longer have the power to resurrect! The wizard who fell on the ground reluctantly sat up. His right wrist was still bleeding like a leather tube, but he thought he could hold on until Logan died.

The door opened again, and Tolkien pointed a double-barreled shotgun at the wizard and pulled the trigger. After two gunshots, the wizard was shot twice in the chest, but the magic still supported his life and he still did not die. Tolkien threw away the shotgun, took the revolver handed to him by his wife, and fired one after another.

The bullets shattered the skull, sternum, shoulder blades and pelvis, and the wizard who attacked everyone finally fell like a torn bag. Tolkien did not rush forward to check, but squatted down, shook off the old cartridge cases and began to reload. Edith crouched behind her husband, holding on to her apron and wrapping a bag of bullets. She said nothing, carefully watching the enemy while her husband loaded.

The sound of fighting and gunfire here quickly attracted neighbors. Although most of the young adults have gone to join the army, and most of the others are women, children, old and young, the Neighborhood Watch at this time is the most united! Britain has the habit of hunting foxes and ducks, and the older the people are, the more likely they are to keep shotguns, so soon a group of old men and women with guns gathered in front of Tolkien's door.

When everyone saw the situation in front of Tolkien's yard, it was clear what happened: Tolkien had killed the intruder. Their only question was Where is this person from and why is he wearing a weird robe? Soon someone found the coat that was abandoned by the roadside and found a letter in German. Now the situation became clear, it was a German spy who was killed! Not only was Tolkien blameless, he was also meritorious.

So people from the police station were notified, and people came to express condolences and gathered around. Some people started carrying buckets to fetch water, preparing to clean up the environment at the scene.

Logan has completed regeneration, at least the surface of his body looks normal. However, there are still some parts of his body that need to be restored. In addition, his nervous system has recovered, so the pain has not decreased but increased. However, the physical pain was incomparable to the inner pain: He sat on the ground, put Mrs. Warren's head on his lap, lowered his head and looked at her, saying nothing, but tears kept flowing. He knows that he has endless lifespan and will always be young, but everyone around him will grow old and die. Logan didn't dare to develop a long-term relationship, let alone have children, because that would mean he would watch his relatives die over and over again. He always leaves behind a brief and splendid flame of love, and then leaves.

But as if cursed, he could never avoid seeing the people he loved die in front of him.

When everyone found out that Ms. Warren was dead, they were even more sad and hated their enemies even more. Someone brought a blanket and covered Ms. Warren. Logan was stiff and motionless, and so were the tears. Gray Wind's stone statue was used as a sculpture, and Edith and Tolkien moved it back to their home.

Two police officers on horseback arrived quickly. There was no need for them to maintain order, everyone was very cooperative. Since the matter was obvious and the police had no bad habit of harming their own people for the sake of German spies, they just prepared to make a written report. Just when they approached Tolkien with a small book, two cars parked in front of his house.

A car had a British Army sign. The civilian driver looked quite young, but he was wearing a light blue uniform of the US Army. Two people got out of the car, a semi-bald middle-aged man in a black suit with a briefcase under his arm. He kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. The other was a tall and handsome woman with long black hair slicked back and rolled into a ball on the back of her head. She was wearing a gray woolen suit that was common among professional women in this era, but her sharp eyes hidden behind the flat round mirror did not look like the kind of person who works in the office. She was definitely a warrior.

The half-bald man in a black suit took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, opened one and showed it to the police. The mounted policeman read the certificate, listened to what he said, and immediately closed his book and prepared to leave. Tolkien took a sneak peek and saw MI5 written on it. Unlike the Sixth Service, MI5 is mainly responsible for internal counterespionage, anti-sabotage, anti-infiltration and other operations. For Tolkien, it was Britain's own people.

Logan's nose twitched and he suddenly raised his head. His eyes met the tall black-haired beauty (1.83 meters not counting shoes), and his hair immediately exploded. The woman who saw Logan also frowned, obviously not expecting that she would meet this annoying guy again in the UK.

The tense atmosphere between the two was noticed by everyone, including Zhao Mai, who had just parked the car.