Logan kept pulling the trigger of the Chitauri rifle, dazzling blue beams shot out from the muzzle, instantly blasting the guards to pieces.
Blood rained down, mixing with flesh and splattering onto the faces of the surrounding guards.
This gruesome scene completely terrified the remaining guards, leaving them stunned and frozen in place.
Under the overwhelming firepower of the rifle, these guards had absolutely no chance to fight back. In just a few minutes, all the remaining guards were completely annihilated.
Logan, holding the still-hot rifle, looked at the appalling scene with a hint of amazement in his eyes.
As expected of Chitauri war equipment, its power was far greater than he had imagined.
At that moment, Logan heard hurried footsteps outside. Clearly, the commotion had attracted the attention of the patrol outside, and many of them were rushing closer.
Logan didn't want to get entangled with them any further, so he quickly dropped the hot rifle and fled the way he had come, through the ventilation ducts.
Taking advantage of all the guards being distracted by the warehouse, he rushed out, dusted himself off, and hurried back to the bar.
"James, come on, have a drink!"
As soon as he returned to his seat, Samuel threw his arm around Logan's shoulders, constantly raising his glass, which reeked of alcohol and mumbled incoherently; he was completely drunk.
Josh was in the same state, completely oblivious that Logan had been out for so long, constantly urging him to drink.
Logan calmed himself a little, asked the bartender to refill his glass, and laughed heartily: "Drink up!"
However, as he drank, his eyes kept looking toward the door, his mind entirely elsewhere.
He knew the logistics warehouse was in absolute chaos, and Chris might even be on his way.
After all, such a serious incident had occurred: not only had many guards died, but the weapons had almost been stolen. The Lawrence family would undoubtedly be furious.
However, Logan was not worried about the Lawrence family's anger. He had been extremely cautious, and the Lawrence family should not discover his involvement anytime soon.
What worried him was whether this location was within the detection range of Tony's device; if Steve and Natasha couldn't detect the weapon's activation fluctuations, that would be problematic.
Ten kilometers was not a small area, but it couldn't cover the entire city of Santa Fe, especially since they were on the outskirts of Santa Fe.
Furthermore, now that something like this had happened, the Lawrence family would undoubtedly be keeping a closer watch on the weapons, and they might even relocate them. He wouldn't have another chance to activate the rifle.
Now, he could only pray that Steve and the others had noticed when the weapon was activated.
Just as Logan was drinking with these thoughts, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
Looking down, he saw it was Chris calling.
"Hello," Logan answered, feigning a slight drunken slur.
"Something's happened!" Logan asked.
"Someone tried to hijack the northern warehouse, looking for the weapons you brought!" Chris roared furiously.
"Are the weapons lost?" Logan asked knowingly.
"No, the weapons are still here," Chris roared. "But more than a dozen of our guards were killed! With weapons we haven't even used! And I'm sure they'll be back. The Juarez family won't give up so easily."
"The Juarez family?" Logan asked, slightly confused, but quickly understood: "Did they do it?"
Clearly, Chris had already found a scapegoat for Logan.
"There's no direct evidence," Chris said calmly, "but I'm sure it's them. I've reinforced security, but it's not enough. I need you to come!"
He paused, then asked: "Why is it so noisy there? And where are Samuel and the others? I called them, but couldn't get through."
"I'm drinking with them at the bar," Logan glanced at the noisy bar. "They probably didn't hear the phone ring."
"Damn it, why did they have to ruin everything now!" Chris shouted again, furious. "Forget about them, I need a strong ally!"
Logan was silent for a moment.
He actually didn't want to go to the warehouse right now. After all, if Steve and the others intercepted the laser weapon's activation signal, they were probably on their way to the warehouse.
He didn't want to face the Avengers again.
After thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't come up with a good reason to refuse, so he could only nod helplessly and say, "I'm on my way."
After hanging up the phone, Logan sighed, drank his glass of beer in one gulp, and stood up to head to the logistics warehouse.
There were considerably more guards around the warehouse; teams patrolled constantly, so close that not even a mouse could get in. Even Logan was interrogated by the guards, and only after confirming that Chris had called him was he allowed to pass into the warehouse office.
"Wasn't anything recorded on the security cameras?"
Before entering, Logan heard Chris's furious roar: "Do you think I have you here for nothing? How could you let him in so easily?"
Logan knocked on the door and entered. Chris was sitting in the boss's chair, with several warehouse managers standing in front of him, heads bowed and silent.
"Boss," Logan greeted Chris, standing next to the managers.
Chris, his face contorted with anger, calmed down a bit upon seeing Logan and ordered severely: "I need you to stay here tonight. You must ensure the security of the weapons. Anyone who enters without authorization must be killed on the spot. We cannot give those bastards from the Juarez family any chance!"
"Alright."
Although reluctant, Logan had no choice but to accept.
After reprimanding the supervisors, Chris left.
Logan remained on guard all night.
But the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. he was expecting did not appear; the night was eerily quiet.
Dawn was approaching, but there was still no movement, which worried Logan increasingly.
Had Steve and the others left the area, and had his plan failed?
Logan frowned and instinctively turned his head to look at the two weapon boxes.
Chris hadn't moved them; the two boxes remained still in the warehouse.
Logan hesitated, wondering if he should try activating the weapons again.
This thought persisted until the next morning, at dawn, but he couldn't act.
After what happened, the Lawrence family had too many guards.
A patrol team passed by the weapons every few minutes, giving Logan no opportunity to activate them.
And even if he did, he would likely be noticed by the guards, which would undoubtedly give him away.