Chapter 15: Half, Half and Half

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Las Vegas, a world-renowned resort city centered on the gambling industry for tourism, shopping, and vacation. The famous gambling city is hell on one side and heaven on the other.

Logan's old friend is here.

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In a boxing club.

Mike took Clark and followed Logan, they appeared in the office on the second floor.

Clark was excitedly lying on his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the boxers training below, his small fists imitating the boxers.

Mike amusingly scratched Clark's nose, teasing the little guy.

Logan looked at the two, father and son, eyes flashing with envy, until the guy beside him elbowed Logan, Logan only returned to his senses and took the beer handed to him.

John a.k.a Kestrel, a black man with the ability to teleport, who was Logan's teammate when he was working under Stryker's Team X

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"This?"

John raised his eyebrows as he eyed Mike and whispered a question to Logan.

Logan took a sip of his beer and said, "Friend."

John hesitated and asked carefully, "Same as us?"

Logan was about to nod when Mike turned his head and smiled at him, saying firmly, "No!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Logan took a sip of his drink while John laughed and said, "Interesting man."

Raising the wine in his hand at Mike: "Hey! Dude! Have a bottle!"

Saying that, throwing the wine over.

Mike took it, thanked him, and continued to watch the training outside with Clark.

Logan raised the wine in his hand, clinked it with the John and said, "Victor...do you know where he is?"

"Sorry, Logan, I haven't had any contact with him in a long time." John spread his hands and said, "Not many months after you left, I quit because I didn't want to round them up."

"Round them up? Who?"

Logan's eyes were strained, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

John bowed his head, hands rubbing the bottle in his hands, and his figure said in a low voice: "Mutants."

"Fuck!"

Logan let out a low curse.

After a moment of silence, the John tried to change the subject and said, "What do you want with Victor? Are you guys going to make up?"

Back then, because of differences, Logan and saber-toothed tiger Victor disagreed, one left the squad, and one continued to follow Stryker.

Back then, because of differences, Logan and saber-tooth Victor disagreed, one left the squad, and one continued to follow Stryker.

"I'm going to kill him."

Logan's tone was cold.

There was a wry smile on John's face.

He wanted to talk about some light topics…

"Ahem!" John clenched his fist and coughed lightly, saying, "What did he do?"

"Don't ask."

Logan finished his beer with a somewhat grumpy gulp.

Just then, Mike turned his head and warned, "Logan, the shooter."

Logan slapped his head, looked at Phantom, and said, "Do you know anything about Agent Zero?"

John shook his head, then said, "Frey might know, he's close to Zero."

"He's there?"

"Right here!"

"I'll go find him!

John body flashed and instantly appeared beside Logan, pressing Logan's shoulder and saying, "Don't rush, he won't come here until four."

Logan was silent, looked at the clock on the wall, after seeing that the time was almost up, turned around and sat on the desk, saying, "Then I'll wait for him until four o'clock."

"What about you guys?"

Turning his head to look at both father and son he asked.

Clark looked at Mike expectantly and said, "Dad, I want to go down there."

Mike smiled and led Clark down.

After the two left, John said to Logan, "How do you guys know each other? What's with the man and the kid?"

Logan grinned, looking down and seeing a cigar on the table, his eyes lit up, grabbed a cigar and stuffed it into his mouth, and looked at John, and said helplessly: "You only need to know that they are good people."

John responded after a moment of silence, the two talked about their experiences over the years.

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First floor, in the training ground.

Clark held Mike's hand, the kid was staring intensely with his pair of blue eyes, curiously surveyed everything around.

"Yo, little man!"

A man with bulging muscles and a strong build greeted Clark and said, "Do you like boxing?"

With that, he clenched his hands into fists and gave two quick blows in front of him.

Clark nodded his head and said, "I love it!"

Mike stroked Clark's head and smiled faintly.

"Heh!"

The boxer suddenly laughed contemptuously and said, "Well, you've got a lot of work to do, boy! Don't look like your father, looking like a girl!"

At these words, Mike frowned

But didn't say anything as he knows that that would only make this big

However, Clark isn't the one to back down as he stands straight and said loudly, "My dad is handsome, you're the one who's like a girl, I can knock you over with one hand!"

Hearing Clark's words he was handsome, Mike nodded in satisfaction.

"Haha!" The burly man stepped forward, pointed to his face, and said, "Come on, little guy, give me a try, let you see what a man is!"

Clark looked up at Mike and said, "Dad, can I hit him?"

Mike strictly forbade him to hit anyone for fear of killing them.

"Haha!"

Mike laughed lightly, picked up Clark and whispered in his ear, "Don't use your full strength, just use half and half and half."

With the strength of Clark that can now lift a car, if he hit the man's face without holding back, it would surely burst.

Walking toward the boxer, with other party's provocative gaze at Clark.

Clark held his own little white hand and jumped lightly and as he reached the man's height, he pounded his little fist in the other party's face.

"Bang!"

A clear sound rang.

The man's face was violently deformed, two teeth mixed with blood spurted out of the mouth at the same time, his body leaned back and flew backwards.

Mike froze, but Clark let out a cheer.

The man on the ground passed out straight away, while the others who were on the training ground saw the commotion over here and all looked over curiously.

Mike hugged Clark and shouted, "Come on, someone, see what's going on with this guy? How come he suddenly flew out?"

Everyone came with weird faces, and they didn't think about the weak father and son would be the culprit and just looked at the boxer lying on the ground.

Mike sighed in relief and turned away with Clark in his arms, while whispering, "Didn't I tell you to be less forceful?"

Clark said aggressively, "I just used half of half of half of half of half, like Dad said."

Mike looked odd and said, "You've grown in strength again lately?"

Clark nodded and said, "I guess so, and I accidentally crushed my toy."

Thinking of Captain America who was crushed by himself, Clark's eyes were red. Thinking about his toys that were 'lost' in the sea of ​​fire, he was even sadder. With a small mouth, tears began to roll in his eyes.

Mike coughed lightly and said, "I don't blame you, Clark."

"It was the man who deserved it, he made you fight."

"I will take you to buy toys."

Clark's tears disappeared instantly and he nodded happily.