The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 6: I don't smoke (1/2)

Ha Ha!

Kutcher laughed in a low voice, looked at the coming Mike, and said with difficulty: I wanted you to inherit my position

Im not interested.

Is there any cigarette?

I dont smoke.

Kutcher was startled and laughed: Hehe

I have in my pocket.

Mike was silent, Kutcher looked at Mike stubbornly, his eyes gradually turning to pleading.

Suddenly, Mike raised his gun, in Kutchers stunned eyes, a shot exploded his head.

I told you, I dont smoke.

Mike said faintly, put the gun away, turned towards the gun he had just casually dropped, and just bent down

Boom!

A fierce explosion, Kutchers body was blown to pieces, blood and limbs flying in the corridor, like dirt splashed on the wall by a madman.

Hearing the movement, Raven outside the door walked to the door and carefully poked her head out.

Snap!

A hand covered her face and said, Dont look, its dirty.

Raven breathed a sigh of relief.

It looked like Mike had won.

Reaching down, she plucked off Mikes hand and said, I havent seen anything

Raising her eyes and blushing, she turned to Mike and said, You are so kind.

Im already the babys father.

Raven choked.

Just then, Mikes body lowered slightly and whispered something in his ear.

Raven looked at Mike pitifully and pointed to her still bleeding shoulder, Im so pathetic, cant you wait until Im healed?

Mike smiled slightly: Perhaps, you can wait until I tell S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI or something about you.

Dont think he doesnt know that Ravens body is much more resilient than normal, and besides, theres the tissues healing fluid.

Raven grunted softly, turned around and walked away, but the face turned into Mikes appearance again after two steps.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, he is really too clear.

He came near the car that had been hidden in advance, and Mike drove away.

Assassin Alliance headquarters.

When Sloan received the call from Mike, the corner of his mouth couldnt help but curl up and hang up the phone.

He slowly got up, looked at the assassins disguised as workers outside, and laughed in a low voice.

Hahahahaha!

The sound of Sloans laughter echoed in the empty office.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, the joy on Sloans face disappeared, heavy and sad appeared on his face after he walked out of the office.

On the other hand, Raven, who had transformed into Mike, treated her wounds, bought a plane ticket in Mikes image and left New York.

As for Mike, after returning to Kent Farm, he handed the Kent Farm to the management of the person he had contacted in advance, and immediately took Clark out of the farm, took the luggage he had prepared, and departed all the way north.

Three years later, the northern United States, the edge of a small town on the edge of Lake Superior, Mikes good tomorrow farm.

Mike looked at the endless corn field and showed a simple smile.

It was another good harvest this year.

Dad! Look!

The three-year-old laughed and ran up to Mike.

His black hair was slightly curly and his blue eyes were as pure and unblemished as the sky.

Clark Kent, Mikes son.

Clark offered his hand to Mike like a treasure.

Mike squatted down, rubbed Clarks head with a smile, and said, Whats this?

Clark huffed and said, Its my friends, Green, White and Red.

Mike had a bad feeling in his heart.

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