The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 3: ? Trash ability?

　　A busy night...

　　 It wasn't until the next morning when the babysitter knocked on the door of the room that the tired Mike was relieved.

　　 Damn Ruiwen, why did you let the nanny go back yesterday?

　　 Mike sighed in his heart.

　　 "Mr. Kent."

　　The blessed middle-aged nanny Norma hugged Clark. Seeing Mike's tired face, she sighed: "It's really hard for you to take the child by yourself."

　　 Mike rubbed his forehead and said, "Fortunately, I am adapting."

　　 Norma smiled, held Clarke and approached Mike, whispering: "You still have to leave the child’s work to a woman. You can’t have a woman in your family."

　　 Hearing this, Mike was alert.

　　What does Norma want to do? You don’t want to recommend yourself, do you?

　　 quickly glanced at the other person's body, Mike shivered, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

　　 "Habits are not good!" Norma looked sad, thinking about Mike: "I know a beautiful girl. She is pregnant and wants to find someone to marry. I think you are very suitable. After all, you There is also a child."

　　 Rich, handsome, and a farm. With this condition, if she is twenty years younger, she won't let it go to others.

　　 Mike's face went dark.

　　嚯, I'm just like the picker?

　　 so his face stretched, and said: "No need."

　　He picked up his clothes, walked downstairs, and said at the same time: "I have something to deal with, take care of Clark."

　　 Norma looked at Mike's back with a pity.

　　 She still thinks Mike and her daughter are a good fit, so she can talk about it if she doesn't work, she can only send her daughter to the hospital.

　　 Mike drove to New York, driving on the streets, feeling the breath of the 1980s, and sighed.

　　In this era, there are a lot less things to pass the time.

　　 However, as far as this world is concerned, it is much more dangerous than the world before him.

　　Super technology, alien invasion, magical dimension invasion, mutants, superheroes and criminals...

　　 Just thinking about what will happen in the future, Mike's brain hurts.

　　 However, these things have nothing to do with him. When he finishes handling these things, he will concentrate on returning home to take the children.

　　 It’s good if you don’t fight and kill.

　　 Thinking of his leisurely life after'retirement,' Mike couldn't help but curl up slightly.

　　……

　　 New York, a coffee shop.

　　 "As long as you help me kill him, and you don't reveal any secrets of the organization, I will never let people trouble you. This is my promise."

　　 The dark-faced Sloan smiled at Mike and added: "I have more credit than Kutcher."

　　 Mike said lightly: "Deal."

　　 Sloan was startled slightly.

　　 He thought he would spend a little more talking, but he didn't expect Mike to agree to it.

　　 However, after seeing Mike's gaze, he felt cold.

　　 If he dares not keep his word, kill him...

　　 He read such a message from Mike's eyes.

　　 Naked, without disguising it.

　　 "Heh!" He chuckled in a low voice and said: "My plan is like this, he is on Wednesday..."

　　 "Stop!" Mike raised his hand and said, "I don't want to hear your long and interlocking plan."

　　 I'm looking at it. The more planning links, the easier it is to make mistakes. As long as a little mistake is made, the plan will be over.

　　 knocked on the table, Mike said: "Tell me the time, place and number of people."

　　 Sloan was taken aback, then smiled: "You are still as confident as ever."

　　 Mike got up and said, "Give me information tonight. This is my phone number."

　　 With a flick of his finger, a card with a phone number on it fell on the table, and Mike quickly left.

　　 Sloan picked up the card and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

　　 Male Infertility Hospital, Dr. Lu Qi.

　　 turned the card over, looked at the handwritten phone number on the back, breathed a sigh of relief, put it close to the body, pressed a piece of money under the coffee cup, and turned away.

　　……

　　 Mike’s home, more accurately, is a hiding place.

　　 pushed open the door of the apartment, Mike looked at Ruiwen who was reclining on the sofa and said: "Are you here?"

　　 Ruiwen was stunned, did not see Mike's unexpected expression, she felt depressed, and couldn't help but said: "Why are you not surprised at all?"

　　"This is the third place you found, can I be surprised?"

　　"Chuck!" Ruiwen smiled pretentiously, and said: "Do you have any other safe houses?"

　　 Mike said lightly: "Who knows?"

　　 Ruiwen sternly said: "How are you talking with Sloan?"

　　"Do you care about this so much?"

　　 Ruiwen sincerely said: "Because it is related to you."

　　 Mike sneered and said: "This is not funny at all."

　　 "It's boring."

　　 Ruiwen lay back on the sofa lazily.

　　 Suddenly, Mike said: "You and Sloan are working together to rescue the leader of the Hellfire Club that was captured two years ago?"

　　 Ruiwen sat up abruptly, her tone became cold involuntarily, and said: "You want to stop me?"

　　 mutant...

　　 Since the Hellfire Club has been doing things all over the world, trying to use force to find a place for the mutants to survive, most of the ordinary people in the world have been full of hatred for the mutants.

　　 Two years ago, after the leader of Hellfire was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., Hellfire's actions became low-key, and Ruiwen joined the League of Assassins two years ago.

　　 Except for Mike who accidentally discovered Riwen’s mutant identity during an operation, no one in the Assassin Alliance knew about it.

　　 Now, Sloan may also know, but it's just maybe...

　　 "Am I free?"

　　 Ruiwen fixedly looked at Mike for a few seconds~IndoMTL.com~ lay down again, her fingers lightly tickling her long blonde hair, her tone could not help but relax: "You really are not free, you have a child to Bring it."

　　 "If you just come to make sure that I and Sloan have reached an agreement, you can go now."

　　 "Hey, it's so ruthless, I also want to ask you, what do you mean by helping out yesterday."

　　 "You'll know when you kill Kutcher."

　　 Ruiwen got up, smiled at Mike Yingying, changed her appearance casually, and turned away.

　　 She seems to owe Mike another favor.

　　After watching Ruiwen leave, Mike sat on the sofa, and with a thought, a dagger appeared in his hand out of thin air.

　　 Throwing the dagger up and down, Mike's face is calm.

　　After two months of groping, he finally understood the following points of his abilities.

　　1. The realization of memory fantasy is to realize the things in his memory. Of course, this thing can be reset to a certain extent by him, and the degree of change is very low.

　　2. This ‘memory’ refers to the memory before the traversal, and the things in the memory after the traversal cannot be realized by him.

　　3. There is a time limit for the things that can be realized, but after all, it is only LV1 level. After that...Who knows, he hasn't even figured out the way to upgrade his ability.

　　4. It takes time to realize each time. The more familiar and simple it takes, the shorter the time. Now, after his practice, the most familiar object of realization is a dagger.

　　5. So far, Mike has not been able to realize modern weapons. I don't know whether this is due to system limitations or too low level.

　　 finally come to a conclusion...

　　 "Trash Ability!"