Chapter 670 Prelude

Chapter 670 Prelude

What is the problem?

Big problem!

A faint light flickered from Zhang Yi's eyes.

He knew that it was impossible for Logan to joke on this issue, or that he had no reason to talk nonsense on such a side topic.

This answer about the red house was just Logan's subconscious language. He had never thought of anything special about this name before.

Yes.

Logan is just a mutant in this universe. He has no idea what this name means in other worlds, and he has no idea how big the changes have been in this universe.

At this moment, Zhang Yi seemed to have figured out something, but when he thought deeper, he couldn't figure out what happened. I'm afraid he needed more clues to figure it out.

Leaning against the wall, Zhang Yi was hiding in the shadows. He looked at Logan seriously, and after considering his words, he slowly asked. "Let's talk about it, Logan, I want to know all about the Red Room."

"About the red house." James thought for a moment, and then remembered something from his rusty head. "I don't know much about the Red Room. I only know that it is a place dedicated to training spies and agents."

After a pause, James continued.

"About the middle of World War II, I joined the paratroopers as an airborne soldier. The mission goal was to destroy the Red House secretly built by the Soviet Union. That was the first time I came into contact with this organization and the first time I heard about it. This name.”

"What happened next?" Zhang Yi frowned.

"The mission went very smoothly. To be precise, with the addition of mutants, even well-trained spies can't display much of their abilities. Moreover, their main role is not in frontal combat, so let's not talk about turning defeat into victory. The attack was sudden and those people didn't react at all," James said.

"Where is the leader of the Red House? Who was their builder? What happened to the agents inside?" Zhang Yi asked.

"The builder of the Red House and the chief officer were all killed in the bombing. We never held back any work in the past, and it was still a war, so you know, there is no one left alive, and there will be no recorder."

James replied. "I did this kind of dark job many times before I became a mercenary. No matter what the identity of the target is or what they hide, it should have been buried in history by now. I was naive and reckless at that time. I can’t tell what is good and what is evil, I only know how to solve my mission goal, that’s all.”

Staring at James closely, after making sure that the other party was not lying, Zhang Yi began to think about his understanding of the timeline of this universe. In his memory, the timeline of Wolverine 3's desperate battle should be X-War. The police should reverse the future timeline.

So for this time branch, there should be no problem with the timeline before this universe, which spans the plots of Wolverine 1 and 2. But for some reason, Zhang Yi always felt that something was wrong.

"Have you ever heard of the Red Guard or Captain America?" Zhang Yi asked, rubbing his chin.

"I don't know, who is that?" James answered directly without thinking.

Or it can be said that if he had really come into contact with these two people, it would be impossible for him to forget such an iconic name.

At this time, James also thought about it. "These two people are very crucial, right?"

Click, click!

"Yes." Zhang Yi lit a cigarette and nodded slightly. "These two are crucial but... they're not in your memory and that's the problem."

Looking at Zhang Yi's serious face, James took the cigarette and lit it. "I guess what we are going to investigate next has something to do with these two names, right?"

"No." Zhang Yi shook his head. "I will ask Dean and Sam to investigate these two names. As for the two of us, we are looking for other things, other things that are also very important."

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I believe you already have a plan in mind. I want to know what these things you want to investigate mean to the world, or what they mean to me. What?" James asked.

"This is not just about you, Logan, but it should be about the entire universe and even all mutants. I now generally understand why those guys chose such a universe, but there are still some things I can't figure out." Zhang Yui sighed.

He nodded thoughtfully. Although he didn't get the answer to his question from Zhang Yi, James understood what the next direction was. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi and asked. "Then where do we go next?"

"It's not us, it's me. I'm going to New York."

Zhang Yi threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with the sole of his shoe.

"You need to go back to Charles. You are also a person with super powers. Although the possibility is very low, there is still a chance that those guys' eyes will fall on you, so you can't be with me."

James nodded slightly when he heard this, without refusing, and then he said again. "New York is in chaos now, and you have given up your superpowers. It will be dangerous for you to go there."

"I know."

Zhang Ye slowly raised his head.

"But I have a reason why I have to go."

177A Black Street

"The mission is coming."

Sitting in the car, Sam glanced at the message on his phone and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked casually when he saw Sam's expression change. "What does Zhang Ye want us to do next?"

Sam didn't answer immediately, but handed the phone to Dean, scratching his hair. "Captain America and Red Guard, why did Zhang Ye suddenly ask us to start from this issue?"

"If I remember correctly, there should only be X-Men and mutants in this world, right?" Dean also frowned. He looked at the text message on his phone, and his thoughts froze for a while.

"If we follow the intelligence and information given to us by old Wolverine, it is true, but since Zhang Ye took the initiative to let us investigate this, it means that this world is not as simple as we imagined. I am afraid that there are other shadows here besides mutants."

Sam glanced at the room where Gabriel and Laura were, paused and retracted his gaze. "Let's go, we have more important things to do."

After leaving the motel, Dean and Sam drove all the way to the World War II Museum.

This is a place dedicated to displaying some World War II objects, and it also records some deeds about the war. For them, if they want to understand the historical background of this world, it is right to come here.

I don’t know if it is because this place has an official background or because there are no valuable things here. Although the riots in other places are very big, this place is very quiet, and there are not even many people around.

Dean avoided the crowds of parades and riots along the way. When the two came here, the sky had slowly darkened.

"Sorry, it’s time to close the museum." At the entrance of the museum, a hunchbacked black old man said to Dean and Sam.

"Sorry, we have special duties." Dean and Sam took out their fake IDs and waved them in front of the old man. "Please give me a favor, okay?"

The black old man stared at the flashing FBI blue logo, as if he didn't understand why the two came here. In his impression, this place has nothing to do with federal agents.

Besides, it's a mess outside now. Shouldn't these two go investigate the out-of-control mutants and the Essex Group that colluded with the government to conduct human experiments?

Although he couldn't figure it out, the black old man didn't say much. He just nodded slightly and opened the door of the museum.

"Come in, I'll take you around."

After opening the iron chain that sealed the museum, the old man led Dean and Sam into the museum, turned on the power again, and the whole space suddenly became bright.

"To be honest, not many people come here in this era. People no longer pay attention to these histories. They just listen to them as stories. The American dream we hoped to achieve back then is now just an American nightmare."

The old man walked slowly with the key, pointing to the hall and said. "I won't bother you two. You can do whatever you want. If you need anything, come out and find me. I'm in the security office at the door."

"Thank you." Dean nodded slightly. He still respects older people.

The black old man waved his hand without answering, and walked silently towards the door.

With the sound of the door closing, only Dean and Sam were left in the entire museum.

"To be honest, what the old man said makes sense. It seems that in our world, we have never visited these military museums." Dean looked around and said in a deep voice.

"When things here are done, I don't mind going with you." Sam said casually, his eyes observing the surrounding environment.

"I'm just talking, and you said this in this environment, aren't you afraid that we can't go back?" Dean said.

"Ha."

Sam laughed dumbly.

"This is not the first time we have planted the flag, and we are not people who have never died. This operation is led by Zhang Ye. With his strength, even if we have an accident, he has enough ability to protect us, right?"

"That's right." Dean shrugged. "Where do we start?"

"How about here?"

Sam stopped in front of a huge sign. From his sight, he could see a well-made exhibition hall with five motorcycles and some worn-out combat uniforms full of bullet holes.

The sign clearly engraved their origins - the Howling Commandos.