The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 204 Logan's Tour

This is a large, high-definition electronic screen.

On the screen.

A bat-shaped vehicle sped by, leaving trails of dust in its wake.

Thanks to its unique tire grip, the Batmobile can actually drive directly on sloping and rugged roads.

Looking up along the road surface.

There are several large human heads carved from rock.

They were all presidents of this country.

Looking from left to right, the degree of damage to the presidential statues on this hill gradually decreases, with the statue on the right being perfectly sculpted without any damage.

Then, a few seconds later, the tank drove past the statue, and several missiles flew out from the top of the tank.

With a loud bang.

The statue of the First President, Red Skull, was blown to pieces.

Leaving behind a large expanse of rubble, the Batmobile sped away.

The technicians responsible for viewing the footage were taken aback by the other party's actions.

He then turned to the elegant blonde woman in white standing there and asked softly, "Ms. Frost, this chariot is about to cross our restricted area. Should we drive them away?"

The woman standing behind the observer was not only the queen of this lord, but also the once-famous White Queen.

Upon hearing this, the White Queen stopped playing with the strands of golden hair that were falling down.

She squinted, watching the chariots disappear into the distance. After a moment's thought, she said, "Teleport them here."

"Teleport over? But ma'am, we don't know who they are... Besides, they just blew up the Mount Rushmore statue, I'm afraid they might..." the staff member warned.

The White Queen swept her soft hair, which fell over her shoulders, and turned to leave gracefully, leaving behind a single sentence before departing.

"The guy inside the tank is an old friend of mine, don't worry."

She planned to visit this old friend she hadn't seen for many years in person.

This is due to her own telepathic abilities, coupled with the fact that she controls this territory.

She could almost easily find out who the driver was.

It's Logan, who suddenly disappeared ten years ago...

So what happened in Hammerfall a while ago was true?

Thor's hammer has really been lifted by someone?

Logan sat alone inside the Batmobile, one hand on the steering wheel and the other propping up his face, looking somewhat distracted.

Oz disappeared without a trace.

Its disappearance can almost be described as inexplicable.

One second they're talking to you, the next second the person... the bird is gone.

Logan didn't know if this was normal.

After all, expecting him to understand what the brain circuitry of a crow is like is really difficult for him to grasp.

But what intrigued him was whether Peter and Jason often acted this way when they were with this guy.

Thinking this way.

As the tank passed Mount Rushmore, Logan noticed the red skull statue on the far right.

After a moment's thought.

He looked at the various buttons on the tank's instrument panel.

This tank is definitely the coolest tank he's ever driven.

While the tank may not have every function imaginable, at least it has all the features he needs to do when he wants to use it.

Given Jason's sneaky act of placing cameras in Hawkeye's house, the fact that the vehicle could achieve such an effect is probably inseparable from the person who trained him.

"Missile ready for launch."

As the finger was released from the button, the entire vehicle launched several missiles in an instant, easily destroying the nauseating image of the president.

After his grand escape into the sunlight, Logan increasingly felt that borrowing Jason's car was the best decision he had ever made.

But as the car was driving, Logan suddenly felt dizzy.

「!?」

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed to an extremely unfamiliar environment.

It was as if they had appeared out of thin air; the tires were still rubbing against the ground, making a sound.

Logan slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a stop, and coldly surveyed the surrounding scene.

He found himself in a dome-like building, surrounded by only a few people, all wearing long robes, their faces hidden in shadow and difficult to see.

at the same time.

Jason's voice inexplicably sounded inside the tank.

"The yellow button in the bottom right corner can create a large smoke screen, giving you a chance to escape."

"Jason?!" Logan exclaimed in surprise.

Was this guy spying on me all along?!

"Don't overthink it. I'm just worried about whether my car has been damaged. Besides, you really don't care about my car at all. In just one day, you've driven all the way to the Doomsday Nest territory controlled by Doctor Doom..."

Through Jason's intelligence sharing, Logan learned that he had arrived in the territory of the Black King, who was under Doom's control.

This former king of the superhumans, forced by circumstances, now has no choice but to submit to the villains.

"What are you waiting for? Run!" Jason's voice rang in my ear.

Logan's gaze fell on the graceful figure in white approaching from not far away, and he subconsciously frowned.

After hearing the other person's silent greeting, he relaxed his brow and softly replied to Jason.

"It's nothing, I just ran into an old friend."

"Old friend? Is this blonde woman approaching your mistress?"

Logan was speechless. After searching the dial for a while, he finally found the communication channel that Jason had cut off.

He certainly didn't believe Jason was just suddenly worried about the car.

This kid has definitely been watching me for a while!

Which lunatic taught him?

How could this be...?

abnormal!

Logan opened the car door and stepped directly out of the chariot.

The delicate fragrance grew ever closer, and Logan narrowed his eyes, his tough-guy face devoid of any extra expression.

Emma.

"Long time no see, Logan."

The White Queen took the champagne from her servant, holding a glass in each hand, and then handed one to Logan.

"It's been a while since I've seen you. How long was it? Five years? Or ten?"

In the past, Logan might have cursed and told them to stay away, but the thought of those two guys now playing the role of resistance leaders made him hesitate.

Logan felt he should do something for them on his path of atonement.

As a result, his tough-guy face softened a bit, and he didn't look so fierce.

"It's been ten years, Emma."

Logan took the glass of champagne offered to him, hesitated for a moment, and then downed it in one gulp.

Seeing the fleeting hesitation in her old friend's expression, the White Queen raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

In the past, Logan would have drunk it without hesitation, instead of hesitating for a while before drinking it, as he does now.

It seems that ten years can change a lot of people.

"Where are you planning to go? You even went all the way to my husband's territory to blow up the Red Skull statue."

After circling the Batmobile, the White Queen took a sip of champagne, raised an eyebrow, and said, "This is a nice car."

"Don't even think about getting your hands on this car," Logan said immediately.

Unexpectedly, the other person sat down on her, her hourglass figure exuding an alluring charm.

"Can't I even sit down for a bit?"

Logan was somewhat helpless about the White Queen's current behavior; he couldn't do anything to her, after all, this was her territory.

"I didn't know this was your and Black's territory." (Blackcard Bertgang, the Black King's real name.)

"So where are you planning to go?" the White Queen asked.

"Go do what I'm supposed to do," Logan said.

"for example?"

"To avenge my former comrades."

Upon hearing Logan's words, the White Queen nodded slightly, stared at Logan intently for a while, and then burst into laughter, her hair fluttering.

"Isn't it a bit late?"

"Maybe, but I'll still do it eventually."

Logan sighed, met the White Queen's gaze, and said, "That's enough of our reminiscing. It's good to see you're still alive."

Emma.

The White Queen remained silent, then asked another question.

"Did someone really lift Thor's hammer?"

"Also, don't try to fool me; you know it won't work."

Logan countered, "You have telepathy; you should know exactly what I'm thinking. Why would you ask this question?"

The White Queen closed her eyes and sighed, "So, was it this incident that influenced your decision to return to public life?"

Not entirely.

Logan said, "Listen, Emma, if you're really curious about these things, I suggest you go to Hammerfall and see for yourself."

"Trust me, it's worth a trip there. You'll see something that's...something rare for people like us."

"So you have a new target now?" the White Queen asked.

"You could say that," Logan replied after a moment's thought.

This woman, with her beautiful face and voluptuous figure, like a stunning flower in full bloom, remained silent for a long time, unsure of what to say.

She is both one of the owners of this territory and a survivor.

The world has changed. If you can't adapt to this changing tide, you'll just drift along and disappear into the long river of history.

She chose to live, even though she was very dissatisfied with the world, but that was the only way she could face it.

What are your life goals?

In this day and age, it doesn't matter anymore.

With Magneto in charge of the mutants, it seems she only needs to be a simple Inhuman queen.

Quietly, like a bouquet of flowers, it slowly withers until it dies.

Besides that, there's very little else she can do.

Therefore, seeing her old friend rediscover his life goals at this moment filled her with mixed emotions.

"I thought you were going to say something else to me."

The White Queen suddenly lost interest in continuing her conversation with Logan; she feared that if she continued, her mind would become even more confused.

But Logan wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He was all too familiar with this situation.

I used to be just like her, or even worse.

"For example?" Logan asked.

Hearing these boomerang-like words, the White Queen smiled. "For example, you might say that I betrayed you, that I only dared to cower like a mouse, and did nothing at all."

"Alright, Logan, let's leave the reminiscing here. I'm also glad to see you're still alive."

The White Queen gracefully waved her hand. "I'll have someone take you out."

She suddenly said "Oh".

"Oh right, I probably can't keep your bombing of Mount Rushmore a secret."

Why?

"The lord of this territory is Doom, who is watching everything. If he wants to know anything, I will not hesitate to tell you where you are."

The White Queen said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Logan, but this is for the sake of making a living."

Unexpectedly, Logan acted very nonchalantly, as if he didn't care at all.

"It's okay, I understand your concerns."

Logan got back into the Batmobile, and as the White Queen left, he suddenly leaned out and called out, "Emma!"

"Um?"

The White Queen turned around, her expression somewhat puzzled, unsure of what Logan wanted to do.

"Please help me, my car's gas tank is almost empty."

As an old friend she hadn't seen for many years, the White Queen ultimately helped Logan with his simple request.

However, when refueling the tank, the staff said that the oil used in the tank was different from the oil they usually used, and that the oil that the tank brought with it was more effective.

The White Queen asked curiously, "Where did you get this car? It's clearly not something we could make in this day and age. It might have been possible ten years ago."

"Borrowed from a young lad," Logan said.

"A young lad?" The White Queen knew that Hammerfall had not only gained a new Thor, but also a new Ghost Rider.

This new Ghost Rider is different from Ghost City.

The other party was not a plunderer who burned, killed, and looted; rather, he was exactly what Ghost Rider should be like.

Burn away the evil in the world.

To be honest, the raising of Thor's hammer, the outbreak of the Resistance movement, and the birth of a new Ghost Rider.

All these events, taken together, seem to be telling a story...

What was lost is gradually returning.

"Two kids barged into my life, and now one has become the new Thor, and the other has become the new Ghost Rider."

Looking at the staff cheering him on, Logan continued, "So you asked me earlier if this was the reason I decided to come back. I think so. Without them, I don't know how much longer I would have remained in this rut."

At this point, Logan turned to look at the beautiful blonde woman.

Is your current life the peace and tranquility you've always longed for?

Upon hearing this, the White Queen frowned and replied, "I should be the one saying this to you. Because of Scott and the others' deaths, you haven't shown your face for ten years. It's clear that you're the one who's been searching for peace."

"Indeed, for the past ten years I have been searching for days that can bring me inner peace. I have tried many approaches, but all of them have failed."

Logan sighed, about to say something, when he heard the staff finish the refueling he had requested.

"Alright, you can leave now, Logan."

The White Queen clearly didn't want to discuss this topic any further, and seeing that Logan's request had been fulfilled, she immediately ordered him to leave.

Logan didn't say anything more either; he simply sat back in the Batmobile.

After the car started, a roaring sound rang out at just the right time.

Logan rolled down the car window and looked at the white phantom outside.

"I feel peace now."

"Really? Congratulations!"

"Because I know that those glorious days are coming, and when they come, the peace you crave will also come, but before that, it will be very difficult."

Logan stared into the other woman's eyes and said, "But believe me, Emma."

"This is the peace we should be longing for. If possible, I really hope you can go and see them."