Chapter 144: Each On Their Own Path

Eric closed the door with a look of helplessness.

He is too soft.

Although he knew the moment he fired that he was not a good man, and that he might even have blood on his hands, he did not do it.

It was hard to take the first step.

But he knew that when he set out on this path, he would eventually take that step.

But he set himself a bottom line, that he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

A few minutes later, with a wave of his hand, he brought his helmet from the bed, paid the bill and walked out with it.

When he reached the door of the inn, he frowned.

The man he had just driven away was looking at him with a fierce look on his chest, and beside him was a man who looked a little like him, but was much older.

And behind them were two dozen men with unpleasant faces. (Young Master Peng😱)

"Brother, that's him! That's the monster!"

The man looked fiercely at Eric, his eyes full of murderous intent.

His brother, too, did not hesitate, but with a fierce glint in his eyes, he said, "Kill him!"

If he dared to hit his brother, he would have shot him in a sieve, even if he was a monster.

"Can you stop a bullet? Ho-ho, I'll see how many you can block!"

The man sneered at Erik, shouting arrogantly.

But he ... clearly had no idea of the power.

Click, click, click!

Shots rang out, and bullets rained down on Eric.

Eric's face was expressionless, except for a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

Why did this man come here to die?

The bullets stopped in front of Eric's face, and there were more and more of them.

At the sight of this, fear grew in the hearts of those who had laughed so loudly, and when they saw the bullets, so thickly packed that they stopped in front of Eric's face like a wall, the shooting stopped without them realising it.

They swallowed hard and turned and ran without hesitation.

Eric clenched his fist and watched the men run further and further away.

Just then, perhaps noticing the lack of movement behind him, the man who had tried to rob Eric stumbled and turned back to fire another tentative shot at Eric.

Eric's eyes narrowed and his heart, which had been wavering a little, instantly went cold.

His fist loosened and with a wave of his hand, all the bullets that had stopped in front of his face flew out.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams were heard.

Eric watched all this coldly, and was getting used to it.

When all the noise had died down, he put the helmet he was holding on his head and flew off into the sky, quickly disappearing under the gaze of countless pairs of terrified eyes hidden on both sides of the street.

...

"Hank, I need your help."

Hank, this Hank was not another Hank, but Charles' classmate, Hank McCoy.

The other man was also a mutant, a friend he had met at school, someone he could talk to.

After a few moments of silence, Hank McCoy said, "You've really decided?"

"Decided!" Charles smiled faintly and said, "The place is ready too."

Hank McCoy's eyes flashed with curiosity as he said, "So fast?"

"Want to check it out?" Charles invited.

Hank McCoy pushed up his glasses and said, "Yes."

"So, you agree?"

"I'll ... have a look first and then think about it."

Charles shrugged his shoulders and raised his hand to pay the bill.

He knew him well, and when he said that, it meant he agreed.

Hank McCoy, he's a research genius at school, they spoken quickly and become friends when he found out the other man was a mutant.

But he didn't know Eric.

Because Eric and Charles did not go to university together, his teachers and classmates did not know that he had a brother like Eric, and no one knew anything about his family because of his intention to hide it.

...

The two men left the café and drove Charles's car to the unnamed manor house.

Arriving at the manor house, Charles led Hank McCoy around the property and, with a satisfied look on his face, said, "How's it?"

"Very good."

Hank McCoy pushed up his glasses and said, "You do seem to be serious."

"Of course I am! Would I lie to you?"

He smiled.

Hank McCoy flashed a smile and said, "I don't know about lying, but I know you've lied to a lot of girls."

Charles didn't blush, but his heart didn't skip a beat, "That's called a love affair."

Hank McCoy smiled and shook his head, turning to look at the building behind him, and with a little light in his eyes, he said, "A school for mutants ... If that's what it is, I'm in!"

"Ha!" Charles smiled happily and wrapped his arms around his partner's neck, saying, "I knew you'd say yes."

Hank McCoy sighed, the corners of his mouth going up slightly, and said, "I always feel betrayed by you."

"Ha ha!" Charles laughed, "Come on, let's go have a couple of drinks to celebrate your inclusion."

"Wait a minute!" Hank McCoy suddenly thought of a crucial question, "Now, how many people?"

"Me and you."

"Is it too late for ... to quit?"

"What do you think?"

...

In the middle of the endless desert, a figure walked slowly in the hot sun, as if he didn't care about the horrible temperature.

In fact, he didn't care, he even felt comfortable.

He had been walking in the desert for a long time, but without a destination in mind, he had simply walked in a haphazard manner, going wherever he could.

Over the years, he had wandered around the world, seen and experienced a lot, and left behind many memorable photos with the camera he carried with him.

His eyes flickered across the dunes and he looked into the distance, searching for signs of an oasis.

At the same time as he saw the dunes, he saw a man being swallowed up by quicksand.

Without any hesitation, he blasted towards him and, as the man is about to despair, casually rips him out and leaves him in safety.

The man was so quick that he found himself safe before his despair had dissipated.

The man froze and fell to his knees in prayer.

Clark, who had already run off into the distance, smiled faintly and continued to stride off into the distance.

He had saved so many people in his time of wandering.

"I don't know how they're doing, Dad..."

"But with Dad around, nothing should happen to them."

Clark whispered, smiling as he thought of his family.

It had been a long time since he'd been in touch, so he'd make a phone call to check in after all this time.

....