The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 258: I will pick it up

　　 The sky is dark.

　　 At this time, Mike has already returned home with Gwen, but today, because of the man Gwen found and retrieved, they delayed the time to go home.

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　　 The man wore a thin, unfit windbreaker, and his lower body was wearing a pair of blue jeans that would shatter at any time, just like a tramp.

　　 At this time, the man was sitting on a chair in the Mike's shop, his back hunched, his eyes sluggish, not at all like an upright man, but like a dying old man with despairing thoughts. First release https://(www) https://m/.x81zw./com/

　　 Gwen hugged Mike and placed it in the shop, standing in front of the man with the blanket he covered while basking in the sun, and whispered: "Uncle, here it is."

　　 Hearing the caring and tender voice, the man's sluggish eyes dangled slightly, and his gaze fell on Gwen.

　　 Gwen smiled at the man, then handed the blanket in his hand.

　　 The man's chapped lips trembled slightly, and a voice appeared from the man's mouth, as if squeezed out of the torn throat.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Gwen opened the blanket and put it on the man.

　　 Feeling the body gradually warming up, the man's numb and cold eyes gradually warmed up.

　　 "My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent."

　　 "Bruce."

　　 The man whispered, pulled down the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and fell silent.

　　 Gwen glanced at the man, and didn't know what to say, so he gave the man a glass of water and sat aside.

　　 Looking at the other person's back, Gwen folded his arms together and put his chin up, guessing in his head what happened to the other person.

　　"It should be a very uncomfortable thing."

　　 She whispered, remembering the scene when she saw each other.

　　 Although the weather is warm now, the temperature outside is still touching because of the light rain.

　　 Fortunately, today is Sunday, and Gwen does not have to go to school or cram school.

　　 She slept for a while. After eating the breakfast her father had left for her, she originally wanted to come to the store, but Aunt Carter from the house next door took her to the house and invited her to eat steak.

　　 After eating, she touched her stomach and went home, finished her homework, and watched TV for a while.

　　 When it was almost six o'clock, she was holding an umbrella, holding an umbrella, and was going to pick her father home.

　　 And when she walked to an alley not far from the shop, she saw this uncle who was soaked in the rain.

　　 At that time, he was shrunk by the trash can, underneath him was a small puddle, just so quietly covered by the rain, it was worse than when Peter was bullied and thrown into the water. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

　　 "Uncle, do you need help?"

　　 Gwen asked in a low voice.

　　 did not respond, only the sound of raining sparsely.

　　 "Uncle! Do you need help!?"

　　 Gwen raised his voice and asked again.

　　 The man is still lying quietly in the puddle, like a... dying fish?

　　 She suddenly remembered the fat head fish that was knocked out by her father when he was killing the fish.

　　 did not respond.

　　 Gwen poked the opponent carefully with an umbrella. After seeing that the opponent was still motionless, his face turned white and he took a cold breath.

　　 shouldn't, shouldn't you die!

　　 Gwen learned the way he was on TV, squatted down with an umbrella in his hand, and put his little hand under the opponent's nose. After feeling the warm breath, he breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 Looking at the other person, Gwen sighed, put the umbrella in his hand on the ground, and after covering the other person’s head from the rain, he propped up another umbrella and squatted half on the ground, the umbrella tilted, giving The other party covered the rain, took out his mobile phone, and called Mike.

　　 Perhaps it was the rain that disappeared suddenly that made Bruce who was lying on the ground regain his senses. His eyelids rolled slightly, and his eyes opened a gap. Under the dim sky, he saw an anxious and worried little face.

　　 is... worrying about him?

　　 Bruce felt an inexplicable sorrow and touch in his heart, but thinking of Betty who was killed, his heart became cold again.

　　 is all because of him, I blame him...

　　 He blamed himself in his heart, and even because of the violent fluctuations in his mood, scary green blood vessels appeared on the surface of his body.

　　 violent power flowed through his body, and Bruce's eyes were stained with green.

　　 "Dad, come and save him, I am waiting for you!"

　　 Suddenly, the immature voice reached his ears again, he took a deep breath, and suppressed the sorrow and anger that came out of his heart.

　　In an instant, the abnormality on his body disappeared.

　　 At this moment, Gwen put his cell phone, looked at Bruce on the ground, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, my father is coming."

　　 The tender and warm voice, along with the raindrops of the beating, seemed to fall in his heart, ripples starting from the beginning.

　　 Within half a minute, he heard strange footsteps, and then a strange voice rang.

　　 "Gwen."

　　 "Dad!"

　　 Gwen raised his head, looked at Mike, and said: "Shall we help him? If this continues, he will die."

　　 If you die like this, that’s not bad.

　　 Bruce, with a gray heart, gave a wry smile in his heart.

　　 Mike bent over and smiled at Gwen: "While he is not dead, let's take it back and make a human flesh bun!"

　　 has a serious tone, not like joking.

　　 people, human flesh buns?

　　 Hearing these words, even Bruce in this state couldn’t help but feel a little chill in his heart. He couldn’t help but open his eyes, wanting to see what kind of devil the person who can say this calmly is like. .

　　He wants to die, but he doesn't want to be eaten by others. The important thing is, if those people eat him, will it also mutate?

　　"Dad~IndoMTL.com~Don't be kidding me!"

　　 Gwen looked at Mike irritably, but couldn't help but smile, and suddenly found that the man on the ground opened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Dad, look! He opened his eyes."

　　 "Hmm."

　　 Mike glanced at the other person, always felt that this decadent face was a bit familiar, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have seen it at all.

　　"Go, pick it up and be a human flesh bun!"

　　 Mike smiled, and a man on the ground lifted a hand and walked to the store amidst Gwen's dissatisfied cry.

　　 Somehow, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Bruce felt strangely warm.

　　 "Gwen!"

　　 a shout, awakening Gwen in the memory.

　　 Gwen rubbed his chin, looked at Mike who called her, waved Mike to her, and she ran over.

　　 "Give it to him."

　　 Mike served a bowl of noodles to Gwen.

　　 Gwen sniffed, looking greedy.

　　 Go home at night, do what you want, do it for you.

　　 "Oh!"

　　 Gwen smiled happily.

　　 Mike raised his head and watched Gwen pass him over, looked at the man sitting like a piece of wood, pinched his chin and muttered: "Bruce?"

　　 Mike heard everything Gwen said to the other party.

　　 Now look at the other's face, it's really Bruce Banner.

　　Dear daughter, you really know how to pick it up...