The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 3: Garbage Abilities? (1/2)

A Busy Night

It wasnt until early the next morning when the babysitter knocked on the door of the room that the tired Mike was relieved.

Damn Raven, why did she let the babysitter go back yesterday?

Mike lamented inwardly.

Mr. Kent.

The blossoming middle-aged nanny, Norma, holding Clark, saw Mikes tired face and sighed, Its just too hard for you to bring up the baby all by yourself.

Mike rubbed his forehead and said, Its okay, Im adjusting.

Norma laughed, holding Clark close to Mike, whispered: Work with children is not possible, or must be given to a woman, you cannot do without a woman in this family.

Hearing this, Mike heart alarm.

What does Norma want to do? You dont want to recommend yourself, do you?

Quickly swept a look at the other side of the blessed body, Mike shivered, hurriedly said: No, Im used to it.

You cant get used to it! Norma said with a sad look, thinking about Mike she told: I know a beautiful girl, she is pregnant, want to find someone to marry, I think you are very suitable, after all, you also have a child.

Rich, handsome, and have a farm, such conditions, if she were twenty years younger, she would not give up to others.

Mikes face darkened.

Ho, Im just like a picker?

So with a tense face, he said, No need.

He picked up his clothes and headed downstairs while saying, I have some business to take care of, take care of Clark.

Norma looked at Mikes back with a pity face.

She still felt that Mike and her daughter were quite suitable, and she would find a chance to talk about it again, if not, she would have to let her daughter go to the hospital.

Mike drove to New York, driving on the streets, feeling the atmosphere of the 80s, sighed.

In this era, there are fewer things to do to pass the time.

However, as far as this world is concerned, it is much more dangerous than his previous world.

Super technology, alien invasion, magical dimensional invasion, mutants, superheroes and criminals

Just thinking about what will happen in the future, Mikes brain hurts.

However, these things have nothing to do with him, when he is done with these things, he will focus on going home with his children.

Its good if you dont fight and kill.

Thinking about his retired leisurely life, the corners of Mikes mouth cant help but slightly curl up.

New York, in a coffee shop.

As long as you help me kill him and you dont reveal any secrets of the organization, I will definitely not let anyone go after you, thats my promise.

The dark-faced Sloan looked at Mike with a smile and added, I have much more credibility than Kutcher.

Mike said indifferently, Deal.

Sloan was slightly stunned.

He thought he would take more time to talk, but he didnt expect Mike to just agree to it.

However, after he saw Mikes gaze, his heart went cold.

If he dares not keep his word, he will kill him

He read such a message from Mikes gaze.

It was naked and unconcealed.

Heh! He laughed lowly and said, Heres my plan, hes on Wednesday

Stop! Mike raised his hand and said, I dont want to listen to your long and interlocking plan.

Looking at it, the more planning links, the easier it is to make mistakes. As long as a little mistake is made, the plan will be over.

Tapping on the table, Mike said, Tell me the time, place and number of people.

Sloan was stunned, and then laughed, Youre as confident as ever.

Mike got up and said, Give me the information tonight, heres my phone number.

With a flip of his finger, a card with a phone number landed on the table, and then Mike quickly left.

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

Male infertility hospital, Dr. Luci.

The card was turned over, looked at the handwritten phone number on the back, sighed in relief, put it away close to his body, pressed a piece of money under his coffee cup and turned to leave.

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