The Father of Superheroes

Iconic hairline and smile...

When Mike saw the familiar face, he felt extremely messy.

Section, Colson!

What's the situation?

Could it be that they failed to pass through?

No, they must have succeeded in crossing, but what is going on with this face?

I've already crossed over, you still follow me, you're poisonous! what! ?

Damn, what kind of evil is this?

Mike's mind is a little confused.

Seeing Mike's expression, the leading 'Coulson' smiled more and more kindly. He whispered to his younger brothers: "Look, see, this is the charm of my uncle Coulson!"

Several younger brothers hurriedly sent flattery.

Coulson let out a sigh of relief. After standing in front of Mike, he grinned, put one hand in his jacket, and said, "Sir, can I 'borrow' some money from you?"

His little brother cooperated with him and gave Mike a smirk.

Mike frowned.

This guy is not Coulson, Coulson dare not talk to him like that.

And if you look closely, this guy is a bit darker than Coulson.

So, it's just that the two look alike. Is this Coulson?

"Hey!" Coulson looked at Mike dissatisfied, and said angrily, "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Mike nodded and said, "Can you tell me, what's your name?"

"Um?"

Coulson has robbed so many people, and he has never seen such a calm one.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"Dare to talk to our big brother like that."

Coulson's boys yelled at Mike.

Coulson raised his hand, and the younger brothers started to gesture with knives very face-to-face, and then Coulson also took out his pistol.

"Hand over the money!"

Coulson snorted coldly.

This time, before Mike could speak, Gwen whispered, "Then will you write an IOU?"

"…"

"puff!"

Mike couldn't help laughing, but the villains were furious.

They feel like they've been tricked.

"damn it!"

Coulson shouted angrily and pulled the trigger on Mike without hesitation.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, a bullet was fired into Mike's forehead.

Coulson's face was bloodthirsty, and he seemed to have seen the other party's head blooming.

But in the next second, the smile on his face froze, as if he saw something terrible, he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Mike threw the bullet in his hand, pinched it lightly with his fingers, and after pinching it into an orange-yellow iron piece, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to Gwen, "Wait a moment, Dad."

Gwen nodded, let go of Mike's hand, and stepped aside.

Mike looked at Coulson, and the smile on his face became more and more excited.

"You, what are you!"

Coulson swallowed nervously, pointed his gun at Mike again, and at the same time his little brothers rushed towards Mike.

In the next moment, without everyone noticing, Mike had disappeared in place.

Bang bang bang!

With a few clear sounds, several of Coulson's younger brothers flew away, and the gun in Coulson's hand was also held by Mike.

Under Coulson's trembling gaze, Mike squeezed the gun in his hand into a ball, threw it aside, and walked towards Coulson with a smile.

"You, don't come here!"

After a while, Mike pulled Gwen away with a refreshing look.

He had long wanted to do it.

Damn Colson!

The guy was always giving him trouble, but Coulson was a good guy and Mike couldn't really do it.

But for this one, there is no burden at all.

…

An extended Chrysler shuttled through the night, driving quietly on the street under the driving of a gray-bearded middle-aged man.

By the way, the book-chasing app I'm using recently, caches and reads books, and reads aloud offline!

His body is full of vicissitudes. Although his eyes have long been occupied by numbness and ignorance, there is still a hint of fierceness in the bottom of his eyes.

He's Logan, Wolverine.

At this time, in the back seat of the car, several young people were revelling with alcohol.

"Cough cough."

Logan coughed lightly, and through the rear-view mirror in the car, he glanced at the young people behind him, worried that they might get alcohol or something into his car.

He rented the car, and if he screwed it up, he'd lose a lot of money.

It wasn't until he opened the car door for these young people that Logan was quietly relieved to see that there were no obvious stains on the back seat of the car.

After loosening his tie, Logan carefully wiped off a smudge on the door and sat in the driver's seat.

Turning on his mobile phone, Logan put on his reading glasses to see if there was any new business.

With no new news, he sighed in disappointment.

money…

He'd never wanted it so much.

He wants to live with money, to support himself and those two people, to buy medicine for Professor X with money, and even plan to save a sum of money to buy a boat to go to sea. He plans to spend his life on the sea.

"Ugh!"

He sighed heavily again, parked the car near the side of the road, and fell asleep in the car.

To save money, he often does this.

Anyway, his sleep has been poor, and going to the hotel is a waste.

Lying in the back seat of the car, Logan tried his best not to think about anything, and just lay there blankly.

Suddenly, he got up, cursed in a low voice, took out half a bottle of wine from his pocket, drank it in one breath, and threw it back on the car seat.

Alcohol has no effect on him, but as his abilities continue to weaken, he finally realizes the feeling of being drunk.

Although only a little, this feeling can help him fall asleep very well.

Finally, his consciousness began to blur, and he fell asleep vaguely.

He slept very lightly, and some unforgettable images kept flashing in his mind.

His past, X's school, his friends, and what happened in Westchester a year ago.

That day, Professor X, who suffered from brain degeneration, suddenly fell ill, which brought a disaster.

The image at that time flashed through his mind, and Logan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He was breathing hard, pressing his chest in pain.

"Cough cough."

He coughed again.

Suddenly, a bright object fell out of his pocket.

Logan reached out and fished, and the thing slipped between his fingers and landed on his feet.

He bent down to pick it up.

It was a bullet, a bullet made of Edman alloy.

Professor X is the only thing he cares about now. When Professor X dies, he will use this bullet to end himself.

This is his plan.

"call…"

Logan blew the dust that didn't exist on the bullet, put it into his pocket with a calm face, opened the door to let some air out, went back to the car, lay down on the car seat again, and forced himself to close it. Eye.

sleep, sleep...

Otherwise, you will not be able to work the next day.

After a tormented night, Logan breathed a sigh of relief when the sun shone into the car.