The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 143: Leaving

It was a silent breakfast

This was probably the first time in all the years of the Mac family that breakfast was eaten in such silence.

When breakfast was finished, Charles immediately gathered up the plates on the table and said, Ill go wash them!

He hadnt been so active in washing the dishes, but now the atmosphere was depressing him.

Eric slowed his pace and could only watch as Charles disappeared from sight.

Mike got up and said, Follow me.

Eric dutifully followed and went with Mike to the living room.

Dad, I

Dont say anything yet. Mike took out a card, used it and then said to Eric, Close your eyes.

Eric was a little confused, but he obeyed and closed his eyes.

Mike looked at Erics face and kneaded his hands on his face.

After three or two minutes, Mike sent his hands away and said, There you go.

Eric was a little puzzled, just then Charles came out, and upon seeing Charles face, exclaimed, Eric?

Hmm? Whats wrong?

Seeing Charles as if he had seen something incredible, Eric was a little puzzled.

Your face?

Face?

Remembering what Mike had just rubbed on his face, a thought appeared in Erics mind and he ran into the bathroom in stride, then looked at the strange face in the mirror and froze.

His face was not his face anymore?

He walked out of the bathroom in shock, looked at Mike, and said, Dad, what is this?

Dont worry, it can still be changed back.

Mike looked at Erics face, nodded in satisfaction, and said, When youre done with this, you can still go on with your life.

Eric excitedly responded and said, Thank you, Dad!

Charles on the side also finally showed a smile.

Seeing this, Mike said he hadnt stayed up all night for nothing.

Eric is a thunderbolt, and Mike and the two chatted for a while, reluctantly but decisively said, Dad, I have to go.

Mike patted Erics shoulder and said, If you encounter any trouble, if you cant solve it, you must talk to me.

Eric answered, and Mike hugged gently, to turn around to leave, Charles said: Wait!

With that, he turned and ran into his room, and after two minutes, came running down with a helmet in his arms.

Hey! Eric! Dont forget this!

Charles shoved the helmet into Erics hand.

Mike was stunned and said, This thing, why does it look a little familiar?

Uh, Dad, this is what you brought back.

Charles said, seeing Eric staring at himself strangely, coughed lightly and said unnaturally, I was afraid youd lose it, so I hid it.

The corners of Erics mouth twitched and he said, I said how come I couldnt find it, it turned out to be you!

Charles face filled with embarrassment.

Seeing Eric keep staring at himself, his heart was weak, and when he wanted to plan to try to hide, he was hugged by Eric fiercely.

Goodbye, Charles.

Charles stunned, about to speak when

Eric said again, Goodbye!

While saying this, he gave him a few hard slaps on his back, and without waiting for him to react, he violently pushed him away, with a smile on his lips, and said, Im leaving, Dad! Dont send!

With those words, he quickly left.

Charles looked at Eric angrily and shouted, You wait for me!

But after the other party opened the door to the room and disappeared from view, the anger on his face was like spring snow melting away, disappearing instantly.

With a forlorn and worried look on his face, he said to Mike, Dad, Im going to my room.

Without waiting for Mike to answer, he rushed upstairs.

Ugh!

Mike sighed and shook his head.

This path is their own choice, as a father, he cannot stop them, nor can he go for them, the only thing he can do is to support them and help them to fulfil this wish.

The next day, Charles also left home.

The two brothers plan has already begun, from now on, they will rarely contact with the family.

This, father and son are clear why.

The house, again, became empty.

Mike stepped out of the room and stood in the sun, looking up at the blinding sunlight and squinting his eyes.

Clark, this kid, did not know to give me a call, and I wonder how he is now?

Some annoyed scratched in his hair, Mike suddenly rushed up to the sky and quickly disappeared.

The next day.

New York, Hells Kitchen, in a humble hotel.

Eric sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the helmet placed aside, his hand held a false grip, the helmet flew to his hand.

He quietly felt the helmet, a flash in his eyes, the helmet in his hand in his control began to twist and distort, and then like a pair of invisible hands kneaded like, turned into fine particles in front of him fluttering up.

This helmet can block telepathy, because the helmet is made of special materials, and not the helmet itself.

Eric smiled as the materials flying in his palm began to combine under his control to create a helmet style.

Duk Duk!

A knock on the door, Eric palm, the helmet instantly returned to its original form after landing on his bed.

Just after opening the door, Eric was retreated back into the room at gunpoint.

Heh.

He looked at the other side and smiled.

He had heard that this area was so chaotic that even the police didnt dare to patrol here, but he didnt expect that he would encounter it.

It was really lucky.

He skimmed his lips.

You be honest! Hand over all the money.

The man looked at Eric viciously.

Eric smiled and said, There is no future in robbing like this.

Cut the crap! Hurry up and get the money or Ill shoot.

Eric grinned and said, Then you shoot!

Damn it! Do you think I wouldnt dare?

A fierce look flashed in the mans eyes, it was not the first time he had killed someone.

This was Hells Kitchen! His brother was the leader of a gang!

Eric slowly grabbed the other mans hand holding the gun and moved it towards his head as he watched and said, Come on, shoot me.

The robber froze.

He had never seen such an arrogant person.

You seek death!

He cursed angrily and actually pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, but Erics head did not appear the bloody hole he expected, and even the smile on Erics face did not change a bit.

He took a step backwards in horror as the gun moved away from Erics head.

A bullet stopped steadily in front of Erics head.

Eric reached out and cupped the bullet in his hand and smiled at the robber, This is the first bullet that was shot at me, its quite memorable.

As he walked down the road, more and more bullets would be shot at him.

You!

The man was horrified, but quickly raised his gun.

But in the next instant, the gun in his hand flew out of his hand and pointed at his head.

Get out!

Eric cursed furiously and swung his hand so hard that the gun hovering in mid-air crashed into the mans chest, sending him flying out.

He still couldnt lay a hand on it.