Chapter 143

A silent breakfast

This is probably the first time that Mike's family has been so silent about breakfast for so many years.

After breakfast, Charles immediately picked up the dishes on the table and said, "I'll wash them!"

He hasn't washed the dishes so actively, but now the atmosphere makes him feel depressed.

Eric slowed down and could only watch Charles disappear in front of him.

Mike got up and said, "follow me."

Eric followed 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 closed his eyes obediently.

Mike looked at Eric's face and kneaded his hands on it.

Three or two minutes later, Mike opened his hands and said, "OK."

Eric was a little confused. Just at this time, Charles came out. When he saw Charles' face, he exclaimed, "Eric?"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Seeing Charles seemed to see something incredible, Eric was a little confused.

"Your face?"

"Face?"

Thinking of what Mike had just kneaded on his face, Eric had an idea in his heart, strode into the bathroom, and then looked at the strange face in the mirror and was stunned.

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 you're done, you can continue your life."

Eric responded excitedly and said, "thank you, Dad!"

Charles on the side finally showed a smile.

Seeing this, Mike said he didn't stay up all night in vain.

Eric is a resolute man. After chatting with Mike for a while, he said resolutely, "Dad, I'm leaving."

Mike patted Eric on the shoulder and said, "if you can't solve any problems, you must tell me."

Eric answered and hugged Mike gently. When he was about to turn around and leave, Charles said, "wait!"

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

"Hey, Eric! Don't forget this“

Charles shoved the helmet into Eric's hand.

Mike was stunned and said, "why does this thing look familiar?"

"Well, Dad, you brought it back."

Charles said something, saw Eric staring at himself strangely, coughed slightly, and said unnaturally, "I'm afraid you'll lose it, so I hid it."

Eric twitched at the corner of his mouth and said, "I said how could I not find it? It was you!"

Charles was embarrassed. Seeing that Eric had been staring at him, he felt empty in his heart. When he wanted to hide, he was fiercely hugged by Eric.

"Goodbye, Charles."

Charles was stunned and was about to speak

Eric said again, "goodbye!"

As he spoke, he patted him hard on the back for a few times. Before he reacted, he suddenly pushed him away with a smile on his mouth and said, "I'm leaving, Dad! Don't send it!"

Words fall, leave quickly.

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

But after the other party opened the door and disappeared in the field of vision, the anger on his face disappeared like spring snow.

With a lonely and worried face, he said to Mike, "Dad, I'm back in my room."

Before Mike answered, he rushed upstairs.

"Alas!"

Mike sighed and shook his head.

This road is their own choice. As a father, he can't stop them or go for them. The only thing he can do is to support them and help them achieve this wish.

The next day, Charles also left home.

Their brothers' plan has begun. From now on, they will rarely contact their family.

Father and son all know the reason for this.

Home, and become empty.

Mike walked out of the door, stood in the sun, looked up at the dazzling sun, squinted.

"Clark, this boy, doesn't know to call me, and doesn't know how he is now?"

He scratched his hair impatiently, and Mike suddenly rose to the sky and disappeared quickly.

……

the second day.

New York, hell kitchen, an inconspicuous hotel.

Eric sat by the bed and looked at the helmet placed aside. His hand shook falsely, and the helmet flew into his hand.

He quietly felt the helmet, his eyes flashed, the helmet in his hand began to twist and deform under his control, and then it was like a pair of invisible hands crumpled, turned into fine particles flying in front of him.

The reason why this helmet can block telepathy is that it is made of special materials, not the helmet itself.

Eric smiled, and under his control, the materials flying in his palm began to combine the patterns of helmets.

"Dududu!"

The knock on the door rang out, Eric shook his palm, and the helmet instantly returned to its original shape and fell on his bed.

As soon as he opened the door, Eric was pointed at with a gun and returned to the room.

"Ah."

He looked at each other and smiled.

He had long heard that this area was chaotic, and even the police dared not come here to patrol, but he didn't expect that he would encounter it.

It's really lucky.

He curled his lips.

"Be honest! Hand over all the money."

The man looked at Eric viciously.

Eric laughed and said, "there is no future for such a robbery."

"Don't talk nonsense! Take the money quickly, or I'll shoot."

Eric grinned and said, "then shoot!"

"Shit! Do you think I dare not?"

There was a fierce look in the man's eyes. It 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 other party's hand holding the gun, moved to his forehead and said, "come on, shoot."

The robber was stunned.

He has never seen such a arrogant person.

"You want to die!"

He cursed angrily, and actually pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, but Eric's head did not appear the blood hole he expected, and even the smile on Eric's face did not change at all.

He stepped back in horror, and the muzzle of the gun moved away from Eric's forehead.

A bullet stopped firmly in front of Eric's forehead.

Eric stretched out his hand and pinched the bullet in his hand. He laughed at the robber and said, "this is the first bullet shot at me, which is of great commemorative value."

When he walks this way, more and more bullets will be fired at him.

"You!"

The man was frightened, but he quickly raised his gun.

But the next moment, the gun in his hand flew out of his hand and pointed to his forehead.

"Get out!"

Eric scolded angrily, waved his hand hard, and the gun hovering in the air hit the man's chest and flew out.

He still can't do it.