The Father of Superheroes Chapter 143: leave

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...…. "Lose credibility and you won't be trusted by anyone." – Fujitora..

A silent breakfast...

This is probably the first time that Mike's family has had such a silent breakfast in so many years.

When the breakfast was over, Charles immediately picked up the dishes on the table and said, "I'm going to wash!"

He hasn't washed the dishes so aggressively yet, but now the atmosphere is making him feel depressed.

Eric took a slow step and could only watch Charles disappear in front of his eyes.

Mike got up and said, "Follow me."

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

"Dad, I..."

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

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

Mike looked at Eric's face and kneaded his hands together.

After three or two minutes, Mike let go of his hands and said, "Okay."

Eric was a little puzzled. At this time, Charles came out. After seeing Charles' face, he exclaimed: "Eric?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Seeing that Charles seemed to see something incredible, Eric was a little puzzled.

"your face?"

"Face?"

Thinking of what Mike kneaded on his face just now, Eric had a thought, strode into the bathroom, and was stunned when he looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror.

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 with satisfaction, and said, "When this matter is over, you can continue with your life."

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

Charles on the side finally showed a smile.

Upon seeing this, Mike said that he did not stay up all night in vain.

Eric is a 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 responded and hugged Mike gently. When he was about to turn and leave, Charles said, "Wait!"

With that said, he turned and ran into his room, and after two minutes, he ran down with a helmet.

"Hey! Eric! Don't forget this!"

Charles shoved the helmet into Eric's hand.

Mike was stunned and said, "Why does this thing look familiar?"

"Uh, Dad, this is what you brought back."

Charles said something, saw Eric staring at him strangely, coughed lightly, and said unnaturally: "I was afraid that you would lose it, so I hid it."

The corners of Eric's mouth twitched, and he said, "I said why I couldn't find it, it turned out to be you!"

Charles' face was a little embarrassed. Seeing Eric staring at him, he felt guilty. When he tried to hide, he was hugged by Eric.

"Goodbye, Charles."

Charles was startled, and when he was about to speak...

Eric said again: "Goodbye!"

While talking, he patted him **** the back a few times. Before he could react, he pushed him away suddenly, with a smile on his lips, and said, "I'm leaving, Dad! Don't give it away!"

When the words fall, leave quickly.

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

But after the other party opened the door and disappeared from view, the anger on his face disappeared like Haruyuki melted away in an instant.

With a lonely and worried look on his face, he said to Mike, "Dad, I'm back in my room."

Without waiting for Mike to respond, he rushed upstairs.

"Ugh!"

Mike sighed and shook his head.

This path is chosen by them. As a father, he cannot stop them or walk for them. The only thing he can do is to support them and help them fulfill their wishes.

Charles also left the house the next day.

The two brothers' plans have already begun, and from now on, they will have little contact with the family.

The father and son knew the reason for this.

The house became empty again.

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

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

Somewhat irritably scratching his hair, Mike suddenly rose 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 on the side, holding it vacantly, the helmet flew into his hand.

He felt the helmet quietly, his eyes flashed, and the helmet in his hand began to distort and deform under his control, and then like a pair of invisible hands crumpled, it turned into fine particles and fluttered in front of him.

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

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

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door, Eric clasped it in his palm, and the helmet instantly returned to its original state before falling on his bed.

As soon as the door was opened, Eric was pulled back into the room at gunpoint.

"Ah."

He looked at each other and smiled.

He had long heard that this area was very chaotic, and even the police dared not come to patrol here, but he did not expect that he would encounter it.

Really lucky.

He pouted.

"Be honest! Hand over all the money."

The man looked at Eric fiercely.

Eric smiled and said, "There is no future for robbery like this."

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and get the money or I'll shoot."

Eric grinned and said, "Then shoot!"

"Damn it! Do you think I dare not?"

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

This is hell's kitchen! His brother is the leader of the gang!

Under the gaze of the other party, Eric slowly grabbed the other party's hand holding the gun, moved to his forehead~www.mtlnovel.com~ and said, "Come on, shoot."

The robber stayed for a while.

He had never seen such an arrogant person.

"you wanna die!"

He cursed angrily and actually pulled the trigger.

boom!

The gunshots sounded, but Eric's head did not have the blood hole he expected, and even the smile on Eric's face didn't change at all.

He stepped back in horror, and the gun moved 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 that was shot at me, and it is of great commemorative value."

As he walks down this path, more and more bullets are fired at him.

"you!"

The man was terrified, but raised his gun quickly.

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

"roll!"

Eric scolded violently, waved his hand vigorously, and the gun hovering in mid-air slammed into the man's chest, knocking him out.

He still couldn't make it.