Chapter 159: Gratitude

Charles and Nick Fury arrived at the White House with the President's family, as well as the kidnappers.

And upon their arrival, several media outlets, which had been informed long ago, were already waiting at the entrance.

Seeing the scene, Charles glanced at Nick Fury, who was driving, and Nick Fury sat with his eyes and nose in the air, looking as if he had nothing to do with it.

But the presence of the media was a good thing, a very good thing for him, the hero who had saved the day.

"Let's go."

Nick Fury said faintly, pulling the car to a halt.

After he ran to the passenger side and opened the door for the President's wife who was sitting on the passenger side, the President's wife originally wanted to straighten her clothes, but on second thought, she simply got out of the car, and the moment she got out, tears were already hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Charles opened the car door, smiled slightly at the president's daughter who had been looking at him with fascination and said, "Get out of the car, pretty girl."

The president's daughter smiled, nodded at Charles' outstretched hand and got out of the car amidst a flurry of flashing lights.

The guards stopped the reporters and even began to drive them away, while the president's wife, seeing the scene, waved her hand, wiped her own tears and said, "They're all just concerned about us too, let them ask questions, but I'm too distraught to answer many of them, I'm afraid."

With that, she gave a strong smile.

And a rush of reporters came up after hearing each other's words and started asking questions of the three, during which the president's wife and daughter highly praised Charles.

As for Nick Fury, he had mingled with the guards after getting out of the car and taking the kidnapper, who had been thrown into the trunk but was still unconscious, with him.

The president's wife and daughter answered a few questions before heading towards the White House, while the journalists were stopped by the guards.

Although they could not interview the victims directly, these journalists had no intention of leaving, but instead, as a little time passed, the reporters continued to arrive.

They wanted to get first-hand information.

Throughout the night, the White House looked very lively, a bit like Christmas.

At midnight, the news finally came out.

A press conference would be held at 9am to explain the incident in detail, and the conference would be broadcast live, but only invited journalists would be allowed to enter the conference venue.

As soon as they heard this, the journalists called their bosses to get tickets for the conference.

The time came at nine o'clock as the group of journalists waited impatiently.

The press conference started on time.

The President arrived with his family.

The three of them were well dressed but their faces were tired.

The three answered some of the questions raised by the reporters and expressed their gratitude to Charles and S.H.I.E.L.D., Charles, in particular, was solemnly thanked by the three.

Seeing this, the reporters couldn't help but be curious about Charles, who was standing next to them.

The launch continued and more and more details of this event were released.

For example, the matter that Charles was a mutant, and that it was with the help of his ability that the President's family could be saved this time.

When hearing this news, the whole venue was shocked, and then during the questioning session, journalists raised their hands to ask Charles questions.

In the face of those questions, Charles just smiled and said, "There is no good or bad ability, it depends on how the possessor uses it, everyone has the opportunity to choose their own life, and mutants also have the opportunity to choose, please be more tolerant towards mutants, so that there will be more and more mutants, who use their abilities for good."

These were the words that he had been given permission to say after conferring with the President last night.

Obviously, after this incident, the President was extremely impressed with him, otherwise a mutant would never have been given the opportunity to appear at the conference, let alone speak.

Throughout the whole conference, Charles only said these few words, but the gazes of the reporters drifted towards Charles from time to time, obviously making up their minds to interview Charles after the conference.

In the end, the whole kidnapping process, as well as the identity of the kidnappers, was released.

The kidnapping was nothing short of bizarre, but after learning the identity of the kidnapper, the crowd was able to accept it.

The former bodyguard of the president's family, he was familiar with all the president's family's affairs.

Not only that, the other party was proficient in cyber technology, computer technology and was even an elite special operations officer, and becoming the President's bodyguard was part of the other party's kidnap plan.

This time, the other party had planned this kidnapping, and had even prepared for this for a whole year, as for the purpose ...

That kidnapper called himself an artist.

The press conference was over, but a number of journalists did not leave, and when they saw Charles come out, they immediately gathered around him.

In response, Charles patiently answered one question after another.

He knew that he was one step closer to his goal, and a big one at that.

...

Turning off the TV, Mike remembered the way Charles had just stood on the lectern and couldn't resist a smile.

How nice.

He'd really raised him well.

Mike was proud of himself, smiling like a fool and when he saw Gwen staring at him curiously, he blushed and said, "Gwen, what do you want to eat for lunch? Do you want to go out to eat?"

"Outside?" Gwen said, "I've already had enough of the food outside, I want to eat the one you made before!"

"No problem!" Mike smiled, looked at the time and said, "Come on, go with me to the grocery store first."

Gwen nodded and ran into her room, changed out of the loose clothing she was wearing, changed into her going out clothes, put on her hat and tied the scarf with the kitten doll hanging from it before running out of the room and saying to Mike, "Daddy, I'm changed!"

Mike nodded and headed for the door.

Gwen looked at Mike and cocked her head, "Daddy wait!"

She ran back to Mike's bedroom, opened her closet, grabbed the gloves she had bought together earlier and ran out dragging a scarf with her.

"Daddy! I'll tie it for you!"

Gwen held up the same scarf in her hand.

Mike looked at Gwen dotingly and knelt down.

Gwen tied the scarf for Mike and, after setting the kitten doll at the bottom of the scarf upright, took a step back and nodded measuringly.

She smiled happily and handed Mike his gloves.

Mike smiled and pinched Gwen's nose, straightening her hat before father and daughter opened the door and walked out.

Holding Gwen's hand, the two walked towards the supermarket not far from home.

Perhaps because yesterday's Christmas Eve had been so quiet, today's Christmas Day seemed much livelier than in previous years.

People were coming and going in the streets, making it a bit overwhelming for Gwen to watch.

"Pretty little girl! This one's for you!"

In front of the supermarket, a supermarket employee dressed as Santa Claus handed Gwen a christmas tree looking candy.

Gwen blinked and said sweetly to Santa, "Thank you Grandpa, can I have another one?"

"Yes oh, little girl, ho ho ho!"

Seeing how cute the little one was, Santa handed Gwen another candy.

Gwen smiled happily and after thanking him politely again, she pulled Mike towards the inside of the supermarket.

She stuffed one into her mouth, biting into the candy in her mouth, then carefully tore the wrapper off the other candy before handing it back to Mike, saying, "Daddy, this one's for you!"

Mike took it and put it in his mouth.

Daughters are so nice ...

"Daddy, is it good?"

"Yummy!"

"Is it sweet!"

"Sweet!"

"Let's buy some more later!"

"Hmm?"

Or Sly...