The Father of American Comics Superheroes -
Chapter 12: One Half, One Half, One Half (1/2)
Las Vegas, a world-renowned resort city centered on the gambling industry for tourism, shopping, and vacation. The famous gambling city is hell on one side and heaven on the other.
Logan’s old friend is here.
In a boxing club.
Mike took Clark and followed Logan appeared in the office on the second floor.
Clark excitedly lying on his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the boxers training below, small fists learning to wave like each other.
Mike amusingly scratched Clark’s nose, teasing the little guy.
Logan looked at the two, father and son, eyes flashing with envy, until the phantom beside him elbowed Logan, Logan only returned to his senses and took the beer handed to him.
Phantom, named John, a black man with the ability to teleport, was Logan’s teammate when he was working under Stryker’s X Squad.
“This?”
John raised his chin to Mike and whispered a question to Logan.
Logan took a sip of his beer and said, “Friend.”
The phantom hesitated and asked carefully, “Similar?”
Logan was about to nod when Mike turned his head and smiled at him, saying firmly, “No!”
Shrugging his shoulders, Logan took a sip of his drink while Phantom laughed and said, “Interesting man.”
Raising the wine in his hand at Mike: “Hey! Dude! Have a bottle!”
Saying that, throwing the wine over.
Mike took it, thanked him, and continued to watch the training outside with Clark.
Logan raised the wine in his hand, clinked it with the phantom, and said, “Victor, do you know where he is?”
“Sorry, Logan, I haven’t had any contact with him in a long time.” Phantom spread his hands and said, “Not many months after you left, I quit because I didn’t want to round them up.”
“Round them up? Who?”
Logan’s eyes were strained, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Phantom bowed his head, hands rubbing the bottle in his hands, and his figure said in a low voice: “Mutants.”
“Fuck!”
Logan let out a low curse.
After a moment of silence, the phantom tried to change the subject and said, “What do you want with Victor? Are you guys going to make up?”
Back then, because of differences, Logan and saber-toothed tiger Victor disagreed, one left the squad, and one continued to follow Stryker.
“I’m going to kill him.”
Logan’s tone was cold.
There was some embarrassment on the phantom’s face.
He wanted to talk about some light topics…
“Ahem!” Phantom clenched his fist and coughed lightly, saying, “What did he do?”
“Don’t ask.”
Logan finished his beer with a somewhat grumpy gulp.
Just then, Mike turned his head and warned, “Logan, the shooter.”
Logan slapped his head, looked at Phantom, and said, “Do you know anything about Agent Zero?”
Phantom shook his head, then said, “Frey might know, he’s close to Zero.”
“He’s there?”
“Right here!”
“I’ll go find him!”
Phantom’s body flashed and instantly appeared beside Logan, pressing Logan’s shoulder and saying, “Don’t rush, he won’t come here until four.”
Logan was silent, looked at the clock on the wall, after seeing that the time was almost up, turned around and sat on the desk, saying, “Then I’ll wait for him until four o’clock.”
“What about you guys?”
Turning his head to look at both father and son he asked.
Clark looked at Mike expectantly and said, “Dad, I want to go down there.”
Mike pointed his finger down and led Clark down.
After the two left, Phantom said to Logan, “How do you guys know each other? What’s with the man and the kid?”
Logan grinned, looking down and seeing a cigar on the table, his eyes lit up, grabbed a cigar and stuffed it into his mouth, still looking at himself with the Phantom, and said helplessly: “You only need to know they are good people.”
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