The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 143: Leave

　　　　 A silent breakfast...

　　 This is probably the first time that Mike’s family has eaten so silently for breakfast in so many years.

　　 After eating breakfast, Charles immediately picked up the dishes on the table and said: "I will wash!"

　　 He hasn't washed the dishes so actively, but now the atmosphere makes him feel depressed.

　　 Eric stepped slowly, and could only watch Charles disappear before his eyes.

　　 Mike got up and said, "Follow me."

　　 Eric followed obediently and went to the living room with Mike.

　　 "Dad, I..."

　　"Don't talk first." Mike took out a card, used it, and said to Eric: "Close your eyes."

　　 Eric was a little confused, but closed his eyes obediently.

　　 Mike looked at Eric's face, kneading his hands on his face.

　　 Three or two minutes later, Mike opened his hands and said: "Okay."

　　 Eric was a little puzzled, just at this time Charles came out, and after seeing Charles's face, he exclaimed: "Eric?"

　　 "Huh? What's wrong?"

　　 Seeing Charles seemed to have seen something incredible, Eric was a little puzzled.

　　 "Your face?"

　　 "face?"

　　 Thinking of what Mike had just kneaded on his face, Eric had a thought in his heart, ran into the bathroom with strides, and then looked at the strange face in the mirror and was stunned.

　　His face is not his face anymore?

　　 He walked out of the bathroom in shock, looked at Mike, and said, "Dad, this is?"

　　 "Don't worry, you can change it back."

　　 Mike looked at Eric's face, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "When this is over for you, you can still continue your life."

　　 Eric responded excitedly and said, "Thank you, Dad!"

　　 Charles finally showed a smile on his side.

　　 Upon seeing this, Mike said that he hadn't spent the night in vain.

　　 Eric is a swift and resolute person. After chatting with Mike for a while, he reluctantly said: "Dad, I'm leaving."

　　 Mike patted Eric on the shoulder and said: "If you encounter any trouble, if you can't solve it, you must tell me."

　　 Eric answered, hugged Mike gently, and when he was about to turn to leave, Charles said: "Wait!"

　　 said, he turned and ran into his room, two minutes later, he ran down holding a helmet.

　　 "Hey! Eric! Don't forget this!"

　　 Charles stuffed the helmet into Eric's hand.

　　 Mike was startled, and said: "Why do you look familiar with this thing?"

　　 "Uh, Dad, you brought this back."

　　 Charles said, seeing Eric staring at him strangely, he coughed and said unnaturally: "I'm afraid you will lose it, so I hid it."

　　 Eric's mouth twitched and said: "I said why I couldn't find it, it was you!"

　　 Charles’s face was a little embarrassed. Seeing Eric staring at him, he felt guilty. When he wanted to hide, he was hugged fiercely.

　　 "Goodbye, Charles."

　　 Charles froze, when he was about to speak...

　　 Eric said again: "Goodbye!"

　　 said while slapped **** his back a few times. Before he could react, he pushed him away, with a smile on his mouth, and said, "I'm leaving, Dad! Don't send it! "

　　 The words fall, leave quickly.

　　 Charles looked at Eric angrily and shouted: "You wait for me!"

　　 But after the opponent opened the door and disappeared from the field of vision, the anger on his face seemed to melt away and disappeared instantly.

　　 He looked lonely and worried, and said to Mike: "Dad, I'm back to the room."

　　 Before Mike could answer, he rushed upstairs.

　　 "Oh!"

　　 Mike sighed and shook his head.

　　 They chose this route themselves. As a father, he could not stop them or walk for them. The only thing he could do was to support them and help them fulfill this wish.

　　 The next day, Charles also left home.

　　 The plans for the two brothers have already begun. From now on, they will rarely contact their family.

　　This, the father and son all know the reason.

　　The house is empty again.

　　 Mike walked out of the room, stood in the sun, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and squinted.

　　 "This kid Clark, don't know how to call me or how he is now?"

　　 a little irritated and scratched his hair, Mike suddenly rose up into the sky and disappeared quickly.

　　……

　　 the next day.

　　 New York, Hell's Kitchen, in a humble hotel.

　　 Eric sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the helmet placed aside, squeezed his hand, and the helmet flew into his hand.

　　 He felt the helmet quietly, his eyes flashed, the helmet in his hand began to twist and deform under his control, and then it was crushed like a pair of invisible hands, and turned into fine particles flying in front of him. stand up.

　　 This helmet can block telepathy, because the helmet is made of special materials, not the helmet itself.

　　 Eric smiled, and under his control, the materials flying in his palm began to combine the styles of helmets.

　　 "Tuk Tuk!"

　　 There was a knock on the door, Eric gripped the palm of his hand, and the helmet instantly returned to its original shape and fell on his bed.

　　As soon as he opened the door, Eric was pointed at with a gun and returned to the room.

　　 "Heh."

　　 He looked at each other and smiled.

　　 I had heard that this area was chaotic, and even the police did not dare to patrol here, but he did not expect that he would encounter it.

　　 is really lucky.

　　 He curled his lips.

　　 "Be honest! Give all the money."

　　 The man looked at Eric viciously.

　　 Eric smiled and said: "There is no future for such a robbery."

　　 "Don't talk nonsense! Get the money quickly, or I will shoot."

　　 Eric grinned and said: "Then you shoot!"

　　 "Damn! Do you think I dare not?"

　　 There was a fierce look in the man's eyes, and it was not the first time he had killed.

　　 This is Hell's Kitchen! His brother is the leader of a gang!

　　 Eric slowly grabbed the opponent's gun holding hand under the opponent's gaze, and moved to his forehead~IndoMTL.com~ and said: "Come on, shoot."

　　 The robber stayed.

　　 He has never seen such an arrogant person.

　　 "You are looking for death!"

　　 He scolded and actually pulled the trigger.

　　bang!

　　 Gunshots sounded, but Eric's head didn't show the blood hole he expected, and even the smile on Eric's face remained the same.

　　 He stepped back in horror, and moved his gun away from Eric's forehead.

　　 A bullet stopped firmly in front of Eric's forehead.

　　 Eric stretched out his hand, grabbed the bullet in his hand, and smiled at the robber: "This is the first bullet shot at me. It is very commemorative."

　　As he walks this way, more and more bullets will be shot at him.

　　 "You!"

　　 The man was frightened, but quickly raised his gun.

　　 But the next moment, the gun in his hand flew out of his hand and pointed at his forehead.

　　 "Go!"

　　 Eric cursed violently, and with a strong wave of his hand, the gun hovering in the air hit the man's chest and knocked him out.

　　 He still can't do it.

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