Clark smiled and brought out the prepared dinner.
Egg fried rice.
The plump pieces of rice are evenly spread on the plate, and paired with golden eggs, it looks very delicious.
"Eric, Charles, are here for dinner."
He called his two brothers softly.
After putting the helmet on, Eric and Charles carefully moved downstairs and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the food on the table.
Looks pretty good.
Fortunately, it's not what they thought.
"Clark, I thought you would burn the rice!"
Eric said, sitting at the dining table with Charles.
Clark's face stiffened slightly, and he smiled and said, "You all have to finish eating."
Charles picked up the spoon and said, "No problem!"
After scooping it out with a spoon, Charles and Eric were about to put it into their mouths when they looked at the charred blackness below and swallowed. The two looked at Clark nervously.
Clark smiled: "Do you have any questions?"
"Your food..."
"You promised to finish it."
"I… "
"Eat quickly!" Clark walked towards Charles and said, "How about I feed you?"
"No!"
Charles waved his hand and put the meal into his mouth under Eric's admiring gaze.
"Eric?"
Clark looked at the other person.
Eric forced a smile, turned around and ran away.
But just as he turned around, Clark suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed him down on the chair.
Eric:o(╥﹏╥)o
"Eat it! It's delicious!"
Clark looked at the two of them with a smile, but in Eric's eyes, that smile seemed to come from hell.
But he had no choice.
He picked up the spoon angrily and took a mouthful of rice.
A burnt taste rushed into his mouth, followed by a bitter taste, and a salty taste that almost made him collapse.
He looked at Charles with a grimace, and when he saw that Charles was about to cry, his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Looking at his two brothers who were eating a lot, Clark smiled happily, then took a bite himself, his eyes flashed red, and he silently put down the spoon.
A moment later, after Charles and Eric survived by chance, Clark served juice to them, silently collected their plates, and put away his own portion of fried rice.
"Why don't you eat?"
Eric questioned.
Clark looked at the two of them and said with an undiminished smile: "I'm going to lose weight."
As soon as the words fell, before the two of them could react, the body disappeared instantly.
Charles and Eric looked at each other and cried out in pain.
"It tastes terrible!"
Charles shouted: "Let's eat out tomorrow! I'll contribute my pocket money!"
"No, I already have what I want to do tomorrow."
Charles and Eric instantly collapsed and fell on the table.
Eric said: "I saw that the fried rice just looked good, so I thought it would taste good..."
"He covered it up on purpose." Charles took a sip of juice and was already thinking about his father.
"But they are all fried together. Why is the top layer so good and the bottom layer all black?"
Eric was puzzled.
"Could it be that..." A terrible thought came to Charles' mind and he said to Eric: "Clark picked out all the good rice and put it on top?"
Eric opened his mouth and said in surprise: "Just pick them one by one?"
"With his ability, he can do it."
Charles was certain.
The two looked at each other and looked toward the kitchen in horror.
This is too heartbreaking.
"what are you guys saying?"
Clark smiled as he popped his head out of the kitchen.
Charles and Eric shook their heads quickly and breathed a sigh of relief when Clark retracted his head, but thinking about tomorrow's meal, they couldn't help crying silently in their hearts.
terrible.
…
Las Vegas.
The black plane landed at the airport in the dark night.
Mike and his team got off the plane and walked to the commercial vehicle not far away.
Nick Fury said: "Hank Pym has already arrived here before us. Let's go and join him first."
Hank Pym was in California, much closer to Las Vegas than they were.
Everyone sat in the car, and Nick Fury consciously sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and walked out of the airport.
This time, he came here to help Mike and the others, act as a liaison, and even provide logistical support services.
The car was stable, but the atmosphere inside was a bit dull.
Nick Fury looked at the four people in the rearview mirror and suddenly said: "I think we should give our team a name."
No one answered, and Nick Fury was a little embarrassed, but he still laughed and said, "How about calling Team Fury?"
quiet…
Just when he thought no one would say anything.
Remi LeBeau complained: "Not only do you have a black face, you also have a big face?"
Scott said coldly: "It's too ugly!"
Logan shrugged and said, "I agree."
Mike: "Shameless."
Nick Fury smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then what do you call it?"
Fortunately, the atmosphere finally became less uncomfortable.
But as soon as the words came out, everyone was silent again.
Nick Fury said carefully: "Call the Mutant Task Force?"
"It sounds ugly!"
"not good… "
"What about Guardians?"
"Who to protect?"
"What? Tomb guard? Doesn't that sound good..."
Listening to the complaints, Nick Fury's face darkened.
You did it on purpose!
I asked you what names you wanted, but you didn't say a word. I gave you several names, but you denied them all
Against me
Nick Fury quickly said: "Suicide Squad! Justice League! Middle-aged and elderly team! You choose one!"
"Ah!"
"Ouch!"
"Pooh!"
Nick Fury: "..."
A few minutes later, when Nick Fury was about to collapse, a name he said was finally recognized by everyone.
Thunder, a team named Thunder.
" Gambit, Ant-Man, Cyclops, Wolverine... "
Nick Fury counted everyone's nicknames, suddenly looked at Mike and said, "Do you have any nicknames?"
"No!"
"No?"
Upon hearing this, Nick Fury became excited, and several others also looked at Mike strangely.
"Give me a nickname to make it easier to move around."
Nick Fury said.
Everyone nodded, but Mike was speechless.
Indeed, having a nickname is more convenient during operations and can also help hide one's identity.
Logan thought of the scene where Mike used cards and said, "Why don't we call him the King of Cards?"
Remy LeBeau looked at Logan and said, "Against me? You might as well call him the Hand of God."
He recalled the scene where Mike materialized.
hand of God…
Mike's mouth twitched.
This nickname is a bit arrogant, but he has something to complain about.
“Hands of God, if someone asked you what God’s stench smells like, how would you answer?”
When everyone heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched crazily.
"How about green light?"
Scott remembered the rejuvenation spell when Mike treated him.
Everyone nodded, feeling good.
Mike's attitude was resolute: "Don't even think about it! You might as well call me daddy if you call me that damn nickname!"