The Father of Superheroes

busy night...

It was not until the next morning when the nanny knocked on the door, the tired Mike was relieved.

Damn Ruiwen, why did you let the nanny go back yesterday?

Mike sighed inwardly.

"Mr. Kent."

The fat middle-aged nanny Norma hugged Clark. Seeing Mike's tired face, he sighed, "It's really hard for you to take care of the child by yourself."

Mike rubbed his forehead and said, "Fortunately, I'm getting used to it."

Norma smiled, hugged Clark close to Mike, and whispered, "The job of raising children still has to be handed over to a woman. You can't have a woman in your family."

Hearing this, Mike was alert.

What does Norma want to do? Wouldn't you like to recommend yourself?

Quickly glanced at the other's fat body, Mike shuddered, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

"You can't get used to it!" Norma looked sad, thinking about Mike: "I know a beautiful girl, she is pregnant, she wants to find someone to marry, I think you are very suitable, after all, you also have a child ."

Rich, handsome, and a farm. If she was twenty years younger, she wouldn't give it to others.

Mike's face darkened.

Huh, I'm just like a pick-up man?

So his face became tense, and he said, "No need."

He picked up his clothes, walked downstairs, and said at the same time, "I have something to deal with, take care of Clark."

Norma looked at Mike's back with a pity.

She still thinks that Mike and her daughter are quite suitable, and she will find a chance to talk about it. If it doesn't work, she can only send her daughter to the hospital.

Mike drove to New York, driving on the streets, feeling the breath of the 1980s, and sighed.

In this day and age, there is a lot less to do to pass the time.

However, as far as this world is concerned, it is much more dangerous than the world before him.

Super tech, alien invasion, magical dimension invasion, mutants, superheroes and criminals…

Just thinking about what happened in the future gave Mike a headache.

However, none of these matters had anything to do with him. When he was done with these matters, he would concentrate on going home and taking the children.

It's good not to fight and kill.

Thinking of his leisurely life after 'retirement', the corners of Mike's mouth twitched slightly.

…

New York, a coffee shop.

"As long as you help me kill him, and you don't reveal any secrets of the organization, I will never let anyone trouble you. This is my promise."

The dark-faced Sloan smiled at Mike and added, "I have more credit than Kutcher."

Mike said lightly: "Deal."

Sloan was slightly taken aback.

He thought he would spend more time talking, but he didn't expect Mike to agree.

However, after he saw Mike's gaze, his heart froze.

If he dares to break his word, kill him...

He read such a message from Mike's eyes.

Naked and undisguised.

"Ha!" He chuckled in a low voice and said, "My plan is this, he is on Wednesday..."

"Stop!" Mike raised his hand and said, "I don't want to hear your long and interlocking delicate plan."

In my opinion, the more planning links, the easier it is to make mistakes. As long as there is a little mistake, the plan is over.

After knocking on the table, Mike said, "Tell me the time, place and number of people."

Sloan was stunned, and then smiled: "You are still as confident as ever."

Mike got up and said, "Give me the information tonight, this is my phone number."

With a flick of his finger, a card with a phone number fell on the table, and Mike quickly left.

Sloan picked up the card, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Male Infertility Hospital, Dr. Lucci.

He turned the card over, looked at the handwritten phone number on the back, breathed a sigh of relief, put it close to his body, put a piece of money under the coffee cup, and turned away.

…

Mike's house, more precisely, is the hiding place.

Pushing open the door of the apartment, Mike looked at Rui Wen, who was reclining on the sofa, and said, "Are you here?"

Rui Wen was stunned for a while, not seeing Mike's unexpected expression, she felt depressed for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Why are you not surprised at all?"

"This is the third place you discovered, how can I get up unexpectedly?"

"Giggle!" Rui Wen covered her mouth and laughed, and said, "Do you have any other safe houses?"

Mike said lightly: "Who knows?"

Ruiwen said sternly: "How did you and Sloan talk?"

"You care so much about this?"

Ruiwen said sincerely: "Because it has something to do with you."

Mike sneered "ha" and said, "This is not funny at all."

"It's boring."

Ruiwen lazily lay back on the sofa.

Suddenly, Mike said: "You cooperated with Sloan to rescue the leader of the Hellfire Club who was arrested two years ago?"

Rui Wen sat up abruptly, her tone uncontrollably cold, and said, "You want to stop me?"

Mutant…

Since the Hellfire Club has been doing things all over the world and wants to use force to seek survival space for mutants, most ordinary people in the world are full of disgust towards the mutant group.

Two years ago, after the leader of Hellfire was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., Hellfire's actions became low-key, and Ruiwen was the Assassin League that he joined two years ago.

Except for Mike, who accidentally discovered Ruiwen's mutant identity during an operation, no one else in the Assassin League knew about it.

Now, Sloan may know, but it's only maybe...

"Am I free?"

Rui Wen stared at Mike for a few seconds, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com lay down again, his fingers lightly hooked his long blond hair, and his tone couldn't help but relax: "You are really busy, you still have a child to take care of."

"If you're just here to make sure that Sloan and I have come to an agreement, you can go now."

"Hey, it's so ruthless. I also want to ask you, what did you mean by helping yesterday?"

"You'll know when you kill Kutcher."

Ruiwen got up, smiled at Mike Yingying, changed her appearance casually, turned and left.

She seemed to owe Mike another favor.

After watching Rui Wen leave, Mike sat on the sofa, a thought moved, and a dagger appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Throwing daggers up and down, Mike's face was calm.

After two months of exploration, he finally understood the following points about his abilities.

1. The realization of memory fantasy is to materialize the things in his memory. Of course, this thing can be reset and changed to a certain extent by him. The degree of change is very low.

2. This 'memory' refers to the memory before and after the traversal, which he cannot manifest.

3. There is a time limit for what can be manifested, but after all, it is only at the level of LV1. After that... who knows, he has not even figured out the way to upgrade his abilities.

4. It takes time to manifest each time. The more familiar and simple it is, the less time it takes. Now, after his practice, the most familiar manifested item is a dagger.

5. So far, Mike has not been able to implement modern weapons. I don't know if this is due to the limitation of the system or because the level is too low.

Finally came to a conclusion...

"Trash ability!"