Chapter 367

"Can't the curse kill you?" At that moment, the wizard's hair stood upright. He just raised his hand, but before he could figure out what magic to cast, Logan's attack was coming. He hated the wizard so much that he grabbed the wizard's wrist with both hands and broke it with force!

With a click, the wrist was rotated a full 360 degrees, and the ulna and radius of the forearm were twisted up. Naturally, the magic wand was thrown out, and the wizard made a sound of pain that went straight to the sky.

Like a wild animal, Logan didn't want to use his superb fighting skills at all. Instead, he bit it up with one bite, then split his arms and tore the wizard's right hand off. The wrists were full of blood, splashing all around, watering Logan's face and head. The crazy man didn't care at all. He continued to rush up and grabbed the wizard's shoulders.

The wizard was shocked and immediately cast the shadow shifting spell. It's a teleportation spell, and the caster turns into a twisted shadow, then disappears into the air with a whoop, and appears at the destination. Wolverine will not let him disappear, even if the arm is involved in the shadow, his hands will also seize him. His feet stepped hard into the soil, and his body was like a rag squeezing water, violently twisted by the power of transmitting the spell. The power of space transmission keeps pulling Logan, and he uses his own body to open the space channel and pulls back recklessly.

"Come back to me!" After a scene of blood explosion, Logan pulls the wizard back and slams him on the open space in front of the house. Logan's two forearms and one leg were caught in the phantom, and he didn't know where they had been transported. Because of this, he could not stand still and sat down on the doorstep, next to Mrs. Warren's body.

Mrs. Warren's face was pale, and there was no scar on the surface of her body, as if she had fallen asleep after a serious illness, but there was no life in her body. Logan looked at her eyes that she couldn't close, supported herself on the ground with her arms that had no hands, and tried to stand up on one leg.

Opposite him, the seriously injured wizard trembled and tried to get up. His eyes were misty with blood, he wiped them with his left hand, and finally he could see the condition of Logan. Although he has lost his wand, the wizard can still cast spells as long as he keeps his eyes focused and continues to spell. He pointed at Logan with his left index finger and roared, "broken to pieces!"

The white light exploded on Logan's chest, knocking him to the ground. However, the speed of his regeneration is faster and faster, and the wound is healing before it is completely cracked. His broken hands and legs are also growing, bones and flesh entangled, nerves clinging to it.

"I will continue to blow until you no longer have the power of resurrection!" The wizard who fell to the ground reluctantly sat up. His right wrist was still bleeding like a leather tube, but he thought he could hold on to Logan's death.

The door opened again. Tolkien, with a double barreled shotgun, aimed at the wizard and pulled the trigger. After two shots, the wizard was shot twice in the chest, but the magic still supported his life, still not dead. Tolkien threw away his shotgun, took his wife's revolver, and fired one after another.

The bullet broke the skull, sternum, scapula and pelvis, and the wizard who attacked everyone finally fell down like a broken pocket. Tolkien didn't rush forward to check, but squatted down, threw off the old cartridge case and began to reload. Edith crouched behind her husband and wrapped a bag of bullets in her apron. She didn't say a word and watched the enemy carefully while her husband was loading.

The sound of fighting and gunfire soon attracted neighbors. Although most of the young and middle-aged people have joined the army, the rest are mostly women, children and children, but at this time the neighborhood watch is the most united! Britain has the habit of hunting foxes and ducks. The more old people are, the more likely they are to keep their hunting guns. So soon a group of old people with guns gathered in front of Tolkien's gate.

When you see the situation in front of Tolkien's yard, it's clear: Tolkien killed the intruder. Their only question was, "where are these people from and why are they wearing weird robes?" Soon someone found the coat that had been left on the roadside and found a letter in German. Now it's clear that the German spy was killed! Tolkien not only made no mistakes, but also made contributions.

So they informed the police to inform them. They came forward to express their sympathy. Some people began to draw water with buckets, ready to clean up the environment at the scene.

Logan has been regenerated. At least the surface of his body looks normal, but there are still some places in his body that need to be recovered. In addition, the nervous system has recovered, so the pain is increasing instead of decreasing. But the pain in his body was nothing like the pain in his heart: he sat on the ground, put Mrs. Warren's head on his lap, looked down at her without saying a word, but with tears in his eyes. He knows that he has an endless life span and will always be young, but the people around him will grow old and die. Logan dare not develop a long-term relationship, and dare not have children, because that means he will watch his relatives die again and again. He always left a short and gorgeous fire of love, and then left.

But as if cursed, he can't avoid seeing his favorite people die in front of him.

When people found out that Ms. Warren had died, they were even more sad and hated the enemy. Someone brought a blanket over Ms. Warren. Logan was stiff and motionless, and so were his tears. The stone statue of grey wind was used as a sculpture, and Edith and Tolkien moved it back home together.Two police officers on horseback arrived quickly. We don't need them to keep order. We all cooperate. Since it is obvious that the police have no bad habit of hurting their own people for the sake of German spies, they are just going to make a written report. When they came to Tolkien with a small book, two cars stopped at his door.

A car with a British Army sign was driving. The civilian looked very 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, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. The other is a tall woman with long black hair combed back to form a ball in the back of her head. She is wearing the gray tweed suit that is common for professional women in this era, but her eyes behind the flat mirror are sharp. Unlike those office workers, she is definitely a soldier.

The semi bald man in a black suit took out a pile of documents from his briefcase, opened one of them and showed it to the police. After reading the certificate, the trooper listened to what he said and immediately closed his book to leave. Tolkien took a sneak look at MI5. Unlike the six, MI5 is mainly responsible for internal anti espionage, anti sabotage, anti infiltration and other operations. For Tolkien, it's British.

Logan sniffed and jerked up his head. His eyes and black hair tall beauty (not shoes 1.83 meters) meet, and then his hair immediately burst up. The woman who saw Logan frowned. Obviously, she didn't expect that she would meet this annoying guy in England.

The tension between the two was noticed by everyone, including Zhao Mai, who had just stopped the car.