The Father of Superheroes

Create a company, feed more mutants, and accumulate capital to make an impact, gain a certain right to speak, release evidence, gain sympathy, and win the support of neutral and peaceful people.

Silently reciting in his heart what to do next, Eric smiled.

It should make their situation better...

On the other hand, Mike has left the Brotherhood's base desert island and returned home.

He was looking forward to seeing what would happen to the mutant population.

And he, after the battle of New York, his non-existent system showed that his ability was not far from being upgraded.

Host: Mike Kent.

Newbie Gift: Assassin Time.

Ability: Memory fantasy materializes.

Upgrade bonus:

1. Eternal cigarette case.

2. Dimensional pockets.

3. Kryptonian blood.

Current Ability Level: LV4.

Current upgrade progress: 99%.

Son: Clark Kent (Kryptonian).

Son: Eric Kent (mutant, awakened).

Son: Charles Kent (mutant, awakened).

Daughter: Gwen Kent (Vengeful Spirit Contractor).

After the Iron Soldiers of Mourning Whip, the Vampire Incident, the Invasion of Blackheart's Hell, the Battle of the Giants, the Battle of New York...

With the constant efforts of Clark, Eric and Charles, his ability is finally about to escalate.

Mike glanced at his system and began to look forward to it.

So now...

Mike looked at the time.

Gwen is about to finish school, he has to go grocery shopping and prepare dinner.

After one day, the supermarket has started to operate normally. Although many parts of the city are being rebuilt, it has no impact on daily life.

Leaving the house, I happened to meet Bruce wearing glasses and sportswear.

"Are you going to buy groceries?"

Bruce pushed his glasses up, looking like he could see through.

Mike nodded.

"I'll go with you, and I'll buy some ingredients too."

Bruce patted his head and said, "Speaking of which, I lived alone for a few years when I was fleeing outside, and I cooked the food by myself. Otherwise, come to my house for dinner with Gwen and the others tonight. ."

"Um?"

Mike looked at Bruce in surprise.

It wasn't a meal this time?

Mike "hehe" smiled: "No problem!"

…

Clean up the rubble.

Because of the war, this job has recently become a sought-after job.

An engineering team that has contracted to clean up the area is in full swing cleaning up the wreckage.

Although their life is not the best of several types of post-war reconstruction, there are often surprises.

If you find Chitauri corpses or weapons or something in the ruins and hand them over, you'll get a lot of money.

Therefore, they often joke that their work is digging for treasures.

"boom!"

There was a clear sound, and the machine that was digging down seemed to dig something, and there was a sound.

The driver driving the excavator was stunned, a look of joy flashed on his face, he drove the excavator carefully, pushed aside the surrounding building wreckage, got off the excavator, picked up a shovel, and went to the place where the abnormality had just happened to dig. go down.

After a few shovels down, he saw a touch of black that reflected the dim light.

He was overjoyed and hurriedly dug it up, then he was stunned.

It was a broken arm, an arm wrapped in a black battle suit.

Part of the broken arm was uneven, as if it had been torn off after being injured.

This hand is too strange, isn't it?

The driver frowned strangely.

If the excavator goes down, if it digs this thing, it should be directly dug up, but now there is no trace of injury.

When he thought of this, there was a big smile on his face.

If it's not normal, it means it's... an alien thing?

He picked up the shovel and tapped it lightly, feeling nothing out of the ordinary, but when he patted it down with the shovel, the shovel was directly knocked out with a conspicuous dent.

A look of shock flashed in his eyes, the driver squatted down in a hurry, took off his clothes, wrapped the broken arm, and took it to the excavator, as if nothing happened, and continued to work.

…

On a hidden, almost unknown island.

The island is small in size, but is covered by green forest vegetation.

Forests, rivers, wildlife, you name it.

But interestingly, the island is not marked on the map.

Except for the occasional few shipwrecked survivors who accidentally came to this island, no one else could discover the existence of this island.

Because, he is the home base of Mr. Sinister, his secret base.

Since that plan failed, he used the backup consciousness to resurrect on the cloned body he prepared for him, and he has been dormant here silently, accumulating his own strength, waiting for the timing of the plan to start.

Finally, he has waited!

Battle of New York!

Yes, the Battle of New York!

In that war led by superheroes and won by superheroes, everyone in the world saw the power of superheroes and the importance of superheroes.

Superheroes have become a symbol of this era.

They have a large number of adherents, great power, and even a right that people acquiesce in—judgment and violence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So, since it is the age of superheroes, if he masters the superheroes A hero, does it mean that he has mastered the world and this era?

When Mr. Sinister Nathaniel Essex thought of this, his heart skipped a beat.

Because superheroes, in his eyes, can be made, even very simple things.

People with super powers solve the crisis that ordinary people can't solve, save the people and enjoy the cheers, and then guard this area...

This process is so simple that it can be repeated over and over again.

Hero Made…

Mr. Sinister smiled, remembering his clones.

Under his arrangement, a large number of superheroes will appear under him.

Enough superheroes, what do they represent in this era?

Mr. Sinister looked at his palm, turned it over gently, and showed a smile...

Walking into his collection room, Mr. Sinister looked at the naked people in the nutrition tank, and felt extremely fulfilled in his heart...

However, when he saw the empty nutrition tank with the 001 label, he felt very dissatisfied, and even a little lonely.

After such a long time, he still has not been able to collect the perfect works in his mind. If he can collect them, it will be of great help to his plan.

Just then, a man with strange eyes walked in.

Jason Stryker.

With a look of joy on his face, he couldn't help but say, "Sir! Found it!"

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