A silent breakfast…
This is probably the first time in so many years that Mike's family has had breakfast so silently.
After finishing breakfast, Charles immediately put away the dishes on the table and said, "I'll wash them!"
He had never been so active in washing dishes, but now the atmosphere was making him feel depressed.
Eric walked slowly and could only watch Charles disappear before his eyes.
Mike stood up and said, "Follow me."
Eric followed obediently and came to the living room with Mike.
"Dad, I..."
"Don't talk yet." Mike took out a card, used it, and said to Eric: "Close your eyes."
Eric was a little confused, but he still closed his eyes obediently.
Mike looked at Eric's face and kneaded his face with his hands.
Three or two minutes later, Mike moved his hands away and said, "Okay."
Eric was a little confused. At that moment, Charles came out. When he saw Charles' face, he screamed: "Eric?"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Seeing that Charles seemed to have seen something incredible, Eric was a little confused.
"your face?"
"Face?"
Thinking of what Mike had just rubbed on his face, Eric had an idea in his mind, ran into the bathroom in large strides, and then froze when he looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror.
His face is not his face anymore
He walked out of the bathroom in shock, looked at Mike, and said, "Dad, is this?"
"Don't worry, you can change it back."
Mike looked at Eric's face, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "When this matter is over for you, you can continue with your life."
Eric responded excitedly and said, "Thank you, Dad!"
Charles on the side finally showed a smile.
Seeing this, Mike said that he didn't stay up all night in vain.
Eric was a man of resolute action. After chatting with Mike for a while, he said reluctantly but resolutely: "Dad, I have to leave."
Mike patted Eric on the shoulder and said, "If you encounter any trouble, if you can't solve it, you must tell me."
Eric responded, hugged Mike gently, and when he was about to turn around and leave, Charles said: "Wait!"
With that said, he turned around and ran into his room. Two minutes later, he ran down holding a helmet.
"Hey! Eric! Don't forget this!"
Charles thrust the helmet into Eric's hand.
Mike was startled for a moment and said, "Why does this thing look familiar?"
"Uh, Dad, you brought this back."
Charles said something, and when he saw Eric staring at him strangely, he coughed slightly and said unnaturally: "I was afraid that you would lose it, so I hid it."
The corner of Eric's mouth twitched and he said, "I said why I couldn't find it, but it turned out to be you!"
Charles had some embarrassment on his face. Seeing Eric staring at him, he felt guilty. When he tried to hide, he was hugged fiercely by Eric.
"Goodbye, Charles."
Charles was startled for a moment, and when he was about to speak...
Eric said again: "Goodbye!"
As he spoke, he patted him hard on the back a few times. Before he could react, he pushed him away fiercely, with a smile on his lips and said, "I'm leaving, Dad! Don't send me away!"
After saying that, he left quickly.
Charles looked at Eric angrily and shouted: "Wait for me!"
But after the other party opened the door and disappeared from sight, the anger on his face disappeared in an instant like spring snow melting.
He looked lonely and worried and said to Mike, "Dad, I'm going back to my room."
Without waiting for Mike to respond, he rushed upstairs.
"well!"
Mike sighed and shook his head.
This path is their own choice. As a father, he cannot stop them or walk for them. The only thing he can do is to support them and help them fulfill their wish.
The next day, Charles also left home.
The two brothers' plans have begun. From now on, they will have little contact with their families.
The father and son all know the reason for this.
The house became empty again.
Mike walked out of the door, stood in the sun, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and squinted his eyes.
"This kid Clark doesn't even know how to call me. I don't know how he is doing now?"
He scratched his hair a little irritably, and Mike suddenly rose into the sky and disappeared quickly.
…
the next day.
New York, Hell's Kitchen, in a humble hotel.
Eric sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the helmet placed aside. He shook his hand and the helmet flew into his hand.
He felt the helmet quietly, and with a flash of his eyes, the helmet in his hand began to twist and deform under his control, and then turned into fine particles flying in front of him like a pair of invisible hands crushing it.
This helmet can block telepathy because of the special material used to make it, not the helmet itself.
Eric smiled, and the materials flying in his palm began to form helmet styles under his control.
"Tuk-tuk!"
There was a knock on the door, Eric held his hand, and the helmet instantly returned to its original shape, then fell on his chest.
As soon as he opened the door, Eric was retreated into the room at gunpoint.
"Ah."
He looked at the other person and smiled.
He had long heard that this area was very chaotic, and even the police did not dare to patrol here, but he did not expect that he would encounter it.
What a blessing.
He curled his lips.
"Be honest! Hand over all your money."
The man looked at Eric fiercely.
Eric smiled and said: "There is no future in robbing like this."
"Stop talking nonsense! Get the money quickly or I'll shoot."
Eric grinned and said, "Then shoot!"
"Damn it! Do you think I don't dare?"
A fierce look flashed in the man's eyes. This was not the first time he had killed someone.
This is Hell's Kitchen! His brother is the leader of the gang!
Under the gaze of the other party, Eric slowly grabbed the hand holding the gun, moved it to his head, and said: "Come on, shoot."
The robber was stunned for a moment.
He has never seen such an arrogant person.
"you wanna die!"
He cursed angrily and actually pulled the trigger.
boom!
The gunshot rang out, but there was no bloody hole in Eric's head as he expected, and even the smile on Eric's face did not change at all.
He stepped back in horror, and moved the gun away from Eric's head.
A bullet stopped steadily in front of Eric's head.
Eric stretched out his hand, grabbed the bullet in his hand, and smiled at the robber: "This is the first bullet shot at me. It is of great commemorative value."
As he goes down this path, more and more bullets will be fired at him.
"you!"
The man was frightened, but quickly raised his gun.
But the next moment, the gun in his hand flew out of his hand and pointed at his head.
"roll!"
Eric cursed angrily, waved his hand hard, and the gun hovering in mid-air hit the man's chest, knocking him away.
He still couldn't bring himself to do it.