Chapter 9: I don't smoke
"Ha Ha!"
Kutcher laughed in a low voice, looked at the coming Mike, and said with difficulty: "I wanted you to inherit my position…"
"I'm not interested."
"Is there any cigarette?"
"I don't smoke."
Kutcher was startled and laughed:
"Hehe…"
"I have one in my pocket."
Mike was silent, Kutcher looked at Mike stubbornly, his eyes gradually turning to pleading.
Suddenly, Mike raised his gun, under Kutcher's stunned eyes.
"I told you, I don't smoke!"
*BOOM!!*
A fierce explosion, Kutcher's head was blown to pieces, blood and chunks flying in the corridor.
Hearing the shot, Raven outside the door walked to the door and carefully poked her head in.
"Snap!"
A hand covered her face and a voice said,
"Don't look, it's dirty."
Raven breathed a sigh of relief, It looked like Mike had won.
Reaching with her hand, she plucked off Mike's hand and said, "I haven't seen anything…"
Raising her eyes and blushing, she turned to Mike and said, "You are so kind."
"I'm already a baby's father."
Raven choked.
Just then, Mike's body lowered slightly and whispered something in her ear.
Raven looked at Mike pitifully and pointed to her still bleeding shoulder, "I'm so pathetic, can't you wait until I'm healed?"
Mike smiled slightly: "Perhaps, you can wait until I tell S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI or something about you."
Don't think he doesn't know that Raven's body is much more resilient than normal, and besides, there's the tissue's healing fluid.
Raven grunted softly, turned around and walked away, her face turned into Mike's appearance again after two steps.
Mike breathed a sigh of relief.
This time, he is really finished with organization for real.
He came near the car that had been hidden in advance, and Mike drove away.
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Assassin Alliance headquarters
When Sloan received the call from Mike, the corner of his mouth couldn't 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 Sloan's laughter echoed in the empty office.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, the joy on Sloan's 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 another person, treated her wounds, bought a plane ticket in Mike's 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.
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Three years later, the northern United States, the edge of a small town on the edge of Lake Superior, Mike's 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 kid 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, Mike's son.
Clark offered his hand to Mike like a treasure.
Mike squatted down, rubbed Clark's head with a smile, and said, "What's this?"
Clark huffed and said, "It's my friends, Green, White and Red."
Mike had a bad feeling in his heart.
Clark also said the same last time, and he ended up throwing a one-meter-long snake brought by Clark.
"Can I see?"
Mike said, smiling
Clark took a step backward and said warily:
"You're not going to throw my friend away again!?"
Mike said gently: "No."
Clark thought for a moment and opened his hand.
Three bugs of different colours struggled to move their bodies in Clark's palm.
Mike's face changed, he grabbed Clark's hand and shook it vigorously. The three bugs fell to the ground, then he hugged Clark, got up and left.
The magic weapon of parents is "ruthlessness"
Clark froze and cried out.
"Daddy lied to me! Daddy lied to me!"
"Those bugs are poisonous."
"No, Daddy lied to me!"
"The bugs will bite your fingers!"
"I'm not afraid!"
"I'll make you some roast pork for lunch today."
"Oooh, I want to eat two bowls, oooh!"
...
In Mike's home.
After making lunch for Clark, Mike watched
the little guy eat happily, smiled slightly, and silently called the system.
The system interface appeared in his mind.
[Host: Mike Kent.]
[Ability: Fantasy Memory Realization]
[Current ability level: LV1.]
[Current upgrade progress: 50%]
Yes, read that right, the upgrade progress is at fifty percent!
He found a way to upgrade his ability.
Since the system is called the Father Heroes System,
It naturally has something to do with children.
When Clark gains growth, or completes an achievement, Mike's upgrade progress bar will progress, and Mike's power will also grow.
But he's still only able to manifest props and equipment.
Mike then go to Clark's section
[Son: Clark Kent (Kryptonian).]
[August 8, 1982: Clark learns to roll over.
October 1, 1982: Clark learns to sit.
November 29, 1982: Clark learns to crawl.
1982...]
The page, which was originally empty, was filled with text, all of Clark's growth records.
Thinking about these three years of hard history, Mike was in tears
Although Clark is only three years old, but his Kryptonian power has been already in initial display, and Mike has been teaching Clark to control his own power, and has repeatedly told not to show his own difference in front of outsiders.
The world looks shiny and bright, but the hidden darkness is unimaginable.
Thinking about what he's experience in his previous assassin career, he couldn't help but get chills in his heart.
If various research institutes finds that Clark is different, Mike can't imagine what would happen.
Clark was a good boy and very smart, and in his contact with other children, he had recognized that he was different from other children, so he listened to Mike and never showed his difference in front of others, which also reassured Mike a lot.
Although occasionally he's willful, but that's only in the face of Mike.
Mike's solution was simple.
"Food"
There is no unhappiness that a food cannot solve.
In three years, Mike has learned a lot of dishes and is more than enough to deal with Clark.
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