Chapter 243 I Don't Have It
"Clark!"
Looking at Clark coming out of the bathroom, Louise, who was waiting not far away, waved her hand, her pale face flushed with excitement.
"You really missed a wonderful scene!"
Louise shook the camera happily: "Fortunately, I captured it all."
"What was taken?"
Clark asked curiously, but a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
Louise took the camera and showed Clark the picture she had just taken.
"After you went to the bathroom, there was an unexpected battle, and a mysterious person appeared, you see..."
There are many pictures, pictures of Iron Man, pictures of fighting Iron Man, and pictures of him.
Louise and Clark look at the photos as they walk.
Louise smiled and said, "There are two photos I really like."
The first is a photo of Clark wearing a battle suit, flying quietly in the air, bathed in the sun.
Clark glanced at him, satisfied.
Beautiful shot.
Although it is a photo, the cloak behind him seems to be being blown by the wind and keeps moving.
The second photo is of him holding Iron Man.
Clark's mouth twitched.
Can you not have this one?
He wanted to take the camera and delete this one.
But Louise looked at this photo, but nodded with satisfaction, her eyes lit up: "Actually, I like this more."
Clark: "..."
Louise smiled, handed the camera to Clark, and said, "You should save the photo, this is big news."
"Uh, good."
"Who is that person?"
Louise recalled the picture just now, and suddenly sighed: "I hope he is a good person, the world needs people like him."
Do you need such a person?
Clark's eyes flickered and smiled, "Then he must be a good man."
Louise rolled her eyes at Clark and said, "You are so optimistic."
"hey-hey!"
Clark touched his head with a smile and said, "When will I go back."
"Go book tickets now!" Louise's eyes flashed and she said, "We have to go back quickly! Also, it's best to finish the manuscript on the plane!"
...
Meanwhile, New York.
In a secret laboratory of Hammer's military industry.
Ivan Vanke is adjusting his suit.
Rough, wild...
If Tony Stark's suit is like a cheetah, his suit is a brown bear.
Putting a long whip on his battle suit, he lightly bit the toothpick in his mouth, and his face with obvious scars was full of a mocking smile.
Laughing at Tony Stark about to lose everything, laughing at the stupidity of Justin Hammer.
In his plan, Tony Stark would kneel on the ground begging his forgiveness and await his trial, while the whole world watched, and Justin Hammer would be the scapegoat...
the real winner,
Only him.
Ah.
He sneered and began to look forward to it.
...
The next day, Mike's house.
At breakfast time, Mike and Clark were eating fried dough sticks and drinking fresh soy milk, looking very comfortable.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Gwen ran in with the newspaper.
"Dad! Look! Look!"
Gwen held the newspaper in his hand, tossed it back and forth excitedly, then looked at Clark beside him, and said, "Brother, is that you?"
Because she knew about Clark's disguise, she recognized Clark at a glance.
Clark glanced at Mike, his eyes full of inquiries.
Mike whispered: "You can figure it out yourself. Except for Charles, Gwen doesn't know about your abilities."
With that said, Mike took the newspaper, looked at the photo on the cover, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Clark turned his head to look at Gwen, who stared at him excitedly, groaned deliberately, and said solemnly, "Gwen, can my brother trust you?"
Without any hesitation, Gwen nodded quickly.
"Well!"
Clark nodded solemnly and said, "This is our family's secret, you can't tell it."
Gwen nodded frantically and said, "I, Gwen Kent, are famous for being stubborn, and no one can pry them off!"
Mike squinted at Gwen: "Hey, don't give you two candies, you'll tell the secret."
Gwen said angrily, "Dad!"
Mike smiled and said seriously: "If you say it, it will bring us a lot of trouble."
"I'll never say it!" Gwen patted his chest and said, "I'm the best at keeping secrets."
"Then Clark tell her."
Mike said, shaking the newspaper lightly, and biting into the fritters.
Clark coughed lightly and said, "First of all, to answer your question just now, it's me in the newspaper."
"Yohoo!" Gwen cheered, holding Clark's arm like a little frog, jumping on the spot: "It's so handsome, that's so handsome!"
Clark stretched out his hand to hold Gwen's head, set the little guy in place, and said, "My identity, you have to keep it a secret."
"Uh-huh!"
Gwen nodded.
"Okay, there's one more thing to tell you."
Gwen held his breath.
"Charles, you've seen it, haven't you?"
"Well, he is the principal of X Academy, and he also has super powers!" After Gwen finished speaking, his face collapsed and he said, "You have it, he has it, and you all have it!"
Turning to look at Mike, Gwen suddenly said, "Fortunately, Dad didn't!"
"Uh, this is another thing I'm going to tell you." Clark pointed to Mike with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Actually, Dad also has superpowers, and he is the most powerful."
Gwen: "..."
Her eyes moved on Mike and Clark, and finally fell on Mike.
"Dad, is it true?"
"real. "
"Ahhh!"
Gwen grabbed his hair: "Damn, why not me!"
Clark squeezed his chin, imitating the way Mike talked to them before: "Probably, because you picked it up?"
Gwen: (?Д?)ノ
"Snapped!"
Mike slapped Clark on the back of the head, wiped the oil off his hands, and said, "Boy, are you courting death?"
Gwen moved: "Dad!"
Clark coughed lightly and said to Gwen, "I picked it up too."
Gwen: (?ω?)
She hugged Mike and said, "Dad, you are so kind."
Mike smiled slightly and said, "Okay, those things have to be kept secret, you know?"
"I know."
Gwen nodded very seriously, glanced at Mike and Clark, covered his mouth and snickered, sat next to Mike, and started to eat breakfast.
After a while, Gwen finished breakfast, picked up her bag and rushed out of the house.
After watching Gwen leave, Clark put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Dad, I think something was wrong on the field that day."
Whether it is the steel suit or Obadiah's death, there is a strange feeling.
And that Justin Hammer and his steel suit...
It all happened so coincidentally.