The Father of Superheroes Chapter 59: Christmas is coming

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Having the sole objective of only entertaining the readers. Enjoy~

Power stone, please

Good day

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"Life is not a game of luck. If you wanna win, work hard." – Sora | No Game No Life

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Watching Mike leave, Howard took out a cell phone from the car and made a call.

When the call was connected, Howard took a deep breath and said, "Carter, the super serum has been robbed."

"What?" Peggy Carter exclaimed, "What's going on?"

After a pause, thinking of the reason, he said condensed, "There are traitors!? Are you all right?"

"The details will be discussed later." Howard smiled bitterly, but winked at Maria and said, "We have suffered some injuries and will have to rest for a while."

"Yes, be careful."

Peggy Carter murmured and hung up.

Howard laughed softly and said to his wife, "Let's leave here and find a hospital with a good environment to 'rest' for a while."

When he was injured and climbed out of the car, he thought a lot in his mind.

Retirement, company, family, and S.H.I.E.L.D.…

On the brink of life and death, he suddenly regretted so much for so many years, he has been thrashing about his career, ignoring his family, and ignoring his son.

Maria smiled and nodded Howard's head, "You really..."

"During this time, let Tony take over the company."

"Um?"

Maria looked at her husband in surprise, she understood what this meant.

Howard held his wife's hand and said affectionately, "I want to accompany you well."

Maria was so moved that she buried her head in Howard's chest.

Meanwhile, in Mike's car.

Clark closed his eyes and relayed every word of Howard and Maria to Mike.

Mike said speechlessly: "These two are not afraid of death, are they not afraid that the killer will kill a carbine? Are you still spreading dog food for the blind to see in the middle of the night?"

Clark: "?"

"Charles?" Mike looked at his little son who was dozing off.

Charles sat up abruptly, yawned, and said, "When Mr. Stark agreed to Dad's request, he was sincere and not lying."

Mike made a soft "um" sound.

He was exposed, he didn't care, if the child exposed his ability, he would delete the other party's memory.

"By the way, Eric just did a good job."

Eric smiled 'Hehe'.

Just when the Mike family returned home and was about to go to bed after washing up, the Winter Soldier also came to a secret base.

He pressed the wound, held the super serum, and stood in front of several people, still silent like a machine.

"injured?"

A short old man with glasses and all his hair fell out glanced at the Winter Soldier, a little surprised.

"Did something happen?"

Howard can never hurt the Winter Soldier.

"A man showed up and rescued them."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, but it's amazing."

"Give me something, go down and treat the wound."

The Winter Soldier nodded silently, handed the suitcase to him, and left as quickly as an emotionless machine.

"Dr. Zola! What do we do?"

Howard is not dead, but their action this time is not perfect, and even if Howard traces it, they will encounter very big trouble.

Dr. Zola groaned and said, "Throw some of the pieces out, and everyone will stop moving during this time."

After a pause, Zola smiled and said, "Don't worry, S.H.I.E.L.D. was built by them, just like their children, no one believes that their children will become a 'bad guy'. '."

"Even if there are some problems, I will only think that it is a bad problem that was accidentally raised, as long as it is corrected."

The pieces he threw away were the 'bad bugs' on the kid named S.H.I.E.L.D.

As long as it feels like they've been cleaned up, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

Having worked together for decades, he knew Howard and Peggy Carter all too well.

A few people breathed a sigh of relief, and Zola continued: "Give these serums to our old friends. In addition, they promised us that the resources should be sent to us, and do the docking work with them."

Although he was a little surprised that he didn't kill Howard Stark and his wife, he didn't care too much.

Hydra?

It was destroyed a long time ago, and it was Howard and the others who destroyed it by themselves. They are more certain than everyone.

Now there are no Hydras at all, only S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Yes, S.H.I.E.L.D., we are all S.H.I.E.L.D.

Zola twitched the corners of her mouth and turned to leave.

…

Because of Howard Stark's assassination, there was a **** storm in S.H.I.E.L.D., and Tony Stark officially entered the Stark industry as the heir, and the city, the country, and even the whole world were uproar.

Some people say that Howard Stark is the best of the best, some people say that he retreats bravely, and some people say that Tony Stark forced his father by means.

All kinds of messy reports have everything.

But these things have nothing to do with Mike.

Now, his headache is...Christmas present!

With Christmas approaching, he has three presents to prepare.

Silently counting the gifts he gave a few years ago, Mike had a headache, and he felt that he had given everything.

Die guns, comic books, clothes, fairy sticks…

Got it!

Mike's eyes lit up.

bike!

The three of them are already big children, and the toys are a little inappropriate~www.mtlnovel.com~ I need to send some things for big children.

With bicycles, they exercise their bodies, and they no longer have to pick them up to and from school, liberating themselves, which is perfect.

Well!

What a genius idea.

Clark is listening to music, and Charles and Eric are reading.

Yes, you read that right, just reading a book.

Since the circus incident, the two seem to have grown up overnight.

On weekdays, there is less naughty and more seriousness.

However, there are still two naughty bullets.

Seeing that the three of them wouldn't come to him for a while, Mike smiled, used the teleport skill card, and disappeared in place.

It's not easy to prepare Christmas gifts for children these days. You have to be sneaky, keep the mystery, and surprise them.

It was even more difficult for Mike to face these three elites.

Mike crept up on an obscure street corner in New York City, took his time, found a bike store, and picked out three sports bikes.

Blue and black, one color.

Pay for pickup, find a corner, and disappear with the car.

Mike is now more and more like the ability to teleport.

However, with teleportation cards at such a distance, you can only manifest one or two cards a day, and use them like this...

Mike felt a sense of crisis.

Hiding the car, Mike walked to the kitchen as if nothing had happened, and started to prepare lunch.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, but Mike hasn't prepared the very important Christmas tree.

In the afternoon, they have to find a suitable Christmas tree, and then start to decorate together, so it is time to hurry.