Chapter 92
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Clark smiled and brought out the prepared dinner.
Fried rice with egg.
One by one, the full rice is evenly spread on the plate, accompanied by golden eggs, which looks very delicious.
"Eric, Charles, come to dinner."
He whispered to his two younger brothers.
After putting the helmet away, Eric and Charles carefully moved downstairs and sighed with relief when they saw the rice on the table.
It looks good.
Fortunately, it's not what they think.
"Clark, I thought you would burn the rice!"
Eric said, and Charles sat at the table.
Clark's face froze slightly, and he smiled, "you're all going to eat."
Charles picked up the spoon and said, "no problem!"
A spoon was dug down. Charles and Eric were about to deliver it to their mouths. They looked at the scorched black below and swallowed their saliva. They looked at Clark nervously.
Clark smiled, "do you have any questions?"
"Your meal..."
"You promised to finish it."
"I..."
"Eat quickly!" Clark walked up to Charles and said, "shall I feed you?"
"No!"
Charles waved his hand and, in Eric's admiration, brought the rice to his mouth.
"Eric?"
Clark looked at another man.
Eric squeezed out a smile, turned and ran.
But as soon as he turned around, Clark suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed him on the chair.
Eric: O (╥﹏╥) o
"Eat! It's delicious!"
Clark smiled at them, but the smile in Eric's eyes was like coming from hell.
But he had no choice.
He picked up the spoon sadly and angrily and stuffed a mouthful of rice.
A burning smell rushed into his mouth, followed by bitter taste and salt that made him collapse.
He looked at Charles with a bitter face. Seeing that Charles was about to cry, his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Looking at his two younger brothers, Clark smiled happily, and then took a bite of it himself. His eyes flashed a red light and silently put the spoon down.
A moment later, after Charles and Eric survived, Clark served juice for them, silently received their plates, and put away his fried rice.
"Why don't you eat?"
Eric questioned.
Clark looked at the two and said with a smile, "I lose weight."
Words fall, wait for two people to react, body instantly disappear.
Charles and Eric looked at each other and cried out in pain.
"It's awful!"
Charles shouted, "let's eat out tomorrow! I'll contribute my pocket money!"
"No, I already want to do something tomorrow."
Charles and Eric collapsed on the table in an instant.
Eric said, "I think the fried rice looks good just now, and I thought it would taste good..."
"He deliberately covered it." Charles took a sip of juice and began to miss his father.
"But they are all fried together. Why is the upper layer so good and the lower layer all black?"
Eric was puzzled.
"Say..." Charles had a terrible idea in his mind and said to Eric, "Clark picked out all the good rice and put it on the top?"
Eric grew up and said, "just pick one by one?"
"With his ability, he can do it."
Charles is quite sure.
The two looked at each other and looked at the kitchen in horror.
This is too crazy.
"What are you talking about?"
Clark smiled and showed his head from the kitchen.
Charles and Eric shook their heads quickly. Seeing Clark retracting his head again, they breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking of tomorrow's meal, they couldn't help crying silently in their hearts.
It's horrible.
……
Las Vegas.
The black plane landed at the airport in the dark night.
Mike and his party got off the plane and walked to the business car not far away.
Nick Frey said, "hank Pimm has arrived here one step ahead of us. Let's meet him first."
Hank Pimm is in California, much closer to Las Vegas than they are.
Everyone was sitting in the car. Nick Frey consciously sat in the driver's seat, started the car and walked out of the airport.
This time, he came here to fight for Mike and them, to be a liaison, and even to provide logistics support services.
The car is very stable, but the atmosphere in the car is a little dull.
Nick fry looked at the four people from the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "I think we should name our team."
No one answered. Nick Frey was a little embarrassed, but he laughed dryly and said, "how about calling Frey team?"
Quiet
Just when he thought no one would make a sound.
Remy Lebo roast, "you not only have a dark face, but also have a big face?"
Scott said coldly, "it's terrible!"
Logan shrugged and said, "agree."
Mike: "shameless."
Nick Frey smiled indifferently and said, "what do you call it?"
Fortunately, the atmosphere finally became less uncomfortable.
But as soon as the words were spoken, everyone was silent again.
Nick Frey said carefully, "call the mutant task force?"
"Ugly!"
"Bad..."
"How about the guardian?"
"Guard who?"
"What? Tomb keeper? It's not nice to hear..."
Listening to roast, Nick fry turned black.
You did it on purpose!
I asked you what your name was, but you didn't say a word. How many names did I name, but you all denied it?
aim at me
Nick Frey quickly said, "suicide team! Justice League! Middle-aged and elderly team! Choose one!"
"Ah!"
"Ho!"
"Bah!"
Nick Frey: "..."
A few minutes later, when Nick fry was about to collapse, a name he said was finally recognized by everyone.
Thunder, a team called thunder.
"Card king, ant man, laser eye, Wolverine..."
Nick Frey counted everyone's nicknames, suddenly looked at Mike and said, "do you have any nicknames?"
"No!"
"No?"
Hearing this, Nick fry became excited, and the others also looked at Mike strangely.
"Give it a nickname for easy action."
Nick Frey said something.
Everyone nodded, and Mike was speechless.
Indeed, a nickname is more convenient in action, and it has the function of hiding identity.
Logan thought of the scene when Mike used cards and said, "why don't you call the king?"
Remy leboxue looked at Logan and said, "oppose me? It's better to call the hand of God."
He thought of Mike's materialized scene.
The hand of God
Mike twitched at the corner of his mouth.
This nickname is a little arrogant, but he has a slot to vomit.
"Hand of God, if someone asks you what God stinks, how should you answer?"
Hearing this, the corners of their mouths twitched crazily.
"How about green light?"
Scott remembered Michael's rejuvenation when he treated him.
Everyone nodded and felt good.
Mike's attitude was firm: "don't even think about it! Call that ghost nickname, it's better to call my father!"
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Clark smiled and brought out the prepared dinner.
Fried rice with egg.
One by one, the full rice is evenly spread on the plate, accompanied by golden eggs, which looks very delicious.
"Eric, Charles, come to dinner."
He whispered to his two younger brothers.
After putting the helmet away, Eric and Charles carefully moved downstairs and sighed with relief when they saw the rice on the table.
It looks good.
Fortunately, it's not what they think.
"Clark, I thought you would burn the rice!"
Eric said, and Charles sat at the table.
Clark's face froze slightly, and he smiled, "you're all going to eat."
Charles picked up the spoon and said, "no problem!"
A spoon was dug down. Charles and Eric were about to deliver it to their mouths. They looked at the scorched black below and swallowed their saliva. They looked at Clark nervously.
Clark smiled, "do you have any questions?"
"Your meal..."
"You promised to finish it."
"I..."
"Eat quickly!" Clark walked up to Charles and said, "shall I feed you?"
"No!"
Charles waved his hand and, in Eric's admiration, brought the rice to his mouth.
"Eric?"
Clark looked at another man.
Eric squeezed out a smile, turned and ran.
But as soon as he turned around, Clark suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed him on the chair.
Eric: O (╥﹏╥) o
"Eat! It's delicious!"
Clark smiled at them, but the smile in Eric's eyes was like coming from hell.
But he had no choice.
He picked up the spoon sadly and angrily and stuffed a mouthful of rice.
A burning smell rushed into his mouth, followed by bitter taste and salt that made him collapse.
He looked at Charles with a bitter face. Seeing that Charles was about to cry, his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Looking at his two younger brothers, Clark smiled happily, and then took a bite of it himself. His eyes flashed a red light and silently put the spoon down.
A moment later, after Charles and Eric survived, Clark served juice for them, silently received their plates, and put away his fried rice.
"Why don't you eat?"
Eric questioned.
Clark looked at the two and said with a smile, "I lose weight."
Words fall, wait for two people to react, body instantly disappear.
Charles and Eric looked at each other and cried out in pain.
"It's awful!"
Charles shouted, "let's eat out tomorrow! I'll contribute my pocket money!"
"No, I already want to do something tomorrow."
Charles and Eric collapsed on the table in an instant.
Eric said, "I think the fried rice looks good just now, and I thought it would taste good..."
"He deliberately covered it." Charles took a sip of juice and began to miss his father.
"But they are all fried together. Why is the upper layer so good and the lower layer all black?"
Eric was puzzled.
"Say..." Charles had a terrible idea in his mind and said to Eric, "Clark picked out all the good rice and put it on the top?"
Eric grew up and said, "just pick one by one?"
"With his ability, he can do it."
Charles is quite sure.
The two looked at each other and looked at the kitchen in horror.
This is too crazy.
"What are you talking about?"
Clark smiled and showed his head from the kitchen.
Charles and Eric shook their heads quickly. Seeing Clark retracting his head again, they breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking of tomorrow's meal, they couldn't help crying silently in their hearts.
It's horrible.
……
Las Vegas.
The black plane landed at the airport in the dark night.
Mike and his party got off the plane and walked to the business car not far away.
Nick Frey said, "hank Pimm has arrived here one step ahead of us. Let's meet him first."
Hank Pimm is in California, much closer to Las Vegas than they are.
Everyone was sitting in the car. Nick Frey consciously sat in the driver's seat, started the car and walked out of the airport.
This time, he came here to fight for Mike and them, to be a liaison, and even to provide logistics support services.
The car is very stable, but the atmosphere in the car is a little dull.
Nick fry looked at the four people from the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "I think we should name our team."
No one answered. Nick Frey was a little embarrassed, but he laughed dryly and said, "how about calling Frey team?"
Quiet
Just when he thought no one would make a sound.
Remy Lebo roast, "you not only have a dark face, but also have a big face?"
Scott said coldly, "it's terrible!"
Logan shrugged and said, "agree."
Mike: "shameless."
Nick Frey smiled indifferently and said, "what do you call it?"
Fortunately, the atmosphere finally became less uncomfortable.
But as soon as the words were spoken, everyone was silent again.
Nick Frey said carefully, "call the mutant task force?"
"Ugly!"
"Bad..."
"How about the guardian?"
"Guard who?"
"What? Tomb keeper? It's not nice to hear..."
Listening to roast, Nick fry turned black.
You did it on purpose!
I asked you what your name was, but you didn't say a word. How many names did I name, but you all denied it?
aim at me
Nick Frey quickly said, "suicide team! Justice League! Middle-aged and elderly team! Choose one!"
"Ah!"
"Ho!"
"Bah!"
Nick Frey: "..."
A few minutes later, when Nick fry was about to collapse, a name he said was finally recognized by everyone.
Thunder, a team called thunder.
"Card king, ant man, laser eye, Wolverine..."
Nick Frey counted everyone's nicknames, suddenly looked at Mike and said, "do you have any nicknames?"
"No!"
"No?"
Hearing this, Nick fry became excited, and the others also looked at Mike strangely.
"Give it a nickname for easy action."
Nick Frey said something.
Everyone nodded, and Mike was speechless.
Indeed, a nickname is more convenient in action, and it has the function of hiding identity.
Logan thought of the scene when Mike used cards and said, "why don't you call the king?"
Remy leboxue looked at Logan and said, "oppose me? It's better to call the hand of God."
He thought of Mike's materialized scene.
The hand of God
Mike twitched at the corner of his mouth.
This nickname is a little arrogant, but he has a slot to vomit.
"Hand of God, if someone asks you what God stinks, how should you answer?"
Hearing this, the corners of their mouths twitched crazily.
"How about green light?"
Scott remembered Michael's rejuvenation when he treated him.
Everyone nodded and felt good.
Mike's attitude was firm: "don't even think about it! Call that ghost nickname, it's better to call my father!"
Clark smiled and brought out the prepared dinner.Fried rice with egg.One by one, the full rice is evenly spread on the plate, accompanied by golden eggs, which looks very delicious."Eric, Charles, come to dinner."He whispered to his two younger brothers.After putting the helmet away, Eric and Charles carefully moved downstairs and sighed with relief when they saw the rice on the table.It looks good.Fortunately, it's not what they think."Clark, I thought you would burn the rice!"Eric said, and Charles sat at the table.Clark's face froze slightly, and he smiled, "you're all going to eat."Charles picked up the spoon and said, "no problem!"A spoon was dug down. Charles and Eric were about to deliver it to their mouths. They looked at the scorched black below and swallowed their saliva. They looked at Clark nervously.Clark smiled, "do you have any questions?""Your meal...""You promised to finish it.""I...""Eat quickly!" Clark walked up to Charles and said, "shall I feed you?""No!"Charles waved his hand and, in Eric's admiration, brought the rice to his mouth."Eric?"Clark looked at another man.Eric squeezed out a smile, turned and ran.But as soon as he turned around, Clark suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed him on the chair.Eric: O o"Eat! It's delicious!"Clark smiled at them, but the smile in Eric's eyes was like coming from hell.But he had no choice.He picked up the spoon sadly and angrily and stuffed a mouthful of rice.A burning smell rushed into his mouth, followed by bitter taste and salt that made him collapse.He looked at Charles with a bitter face. Seeing that Charles was about to cry, his mood suddenly improved a lot.Looking at his two younger brothers, Clark smiled happily, and then took a bite of it himself. His eyes flashed a red light and silently put the spoon down.A moment later, after Charles and Eric survived, Clark served juice for them, silently received their plates, and put away his fried rice."Why don't you eat?"Eric questioned.Clark looked at the two and said with a smile, "I lose weight."Words fall, wait for two people to react, body instantly disappear.Charles and Eric looked at each other and cried out in pain."It's awful!"Charles shouted, "let's eat out tomorrow! I'll contribute my pocket money!""No, I already want to do something tomorrow."Charles and Eric collapsed on the table in an instant.Eric said, "I think the fried rice looks good just now, and I thought it would taste good...""He deliberately covered it." Charles took a sip of juice and began to miss his father."But they are all fried together. Why is the upper layer so good and the lower layer all black?"Eric was puzzled."Say..." Charles had a terrible idea in his mind and said to Eric, "Clark picked out all the good rice and put it on the top?"Eric grew up and said, "just pick one by one?""With his ability, he can do it."Charles is quite sure.The two looked at each other and looked at the kitchen in horror.This is too crazy."What are you talking about?"Clark smiled and showed his head from the kitchen.Charles and Eric shook their heads quickly. Seeing Clark retracting his head again, they breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking of tomorrow's meal, they couldn't help crying silently in their hearts.It's horrible.Las Vegas.The black plane landed at the airport in the dark night.Mike and his party got off the plane and walked to the business car not far away.Nick Frey said, "hank Pimm has arrived here one step ahead of us. Let's meet him first."Hank Pimm is in California, much closer to Las Vegas than they are.Everyone was sitting in the car. Nick Frey consciously sat in the driver's seat, started the car and walked out of the airport.This time, he came here to fight for Mike and them, to be a liaison, and even to provide logistics support services.The car is very stable, but the atmosphere in the car is a little dull.Nick fry looked at the four people from the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "I think we should name our team."No one answered. Nick Frey was a little embarrassed, but he laughed dryly and said, "how about calling Frey team?"QuietJust when he thought no one would make a sound.Remy Lebo roast, "you not only have a dark face, but also have a big face?"Scott said coldly, "it's terrible!"Logan shrugged and said, "agree."Mike: "shameless."Nick Frey smiled indifferently and said, "what do you call it?"Fortunately, the atmosphere finally became less uncomfortable.But as soon as the words were spoken, everyone was silent again.Nick Frey said carefully, "call the mutant task force?""Ugly!""Bad...""How about the guardian?""Guard who?""What? Tomb keeper? It's not nice to hear..."Listening to roast, Nick fry turned black.You did it on purpose!I asked you what your name was, but you didn't say a word. How many names did I name, but you all denied it?aim at meNick Frey quickly said, "suicide team! Justice League! Middle-aged and elderly team! Choose one!""Ah!""Ho!""Bah!"Nick Frey: "..."A few minutes later, when Nick fry was about to collapse, a name he said was finally recognized by everyone.Thunder, a team called thunder."Card king, ant man, laser eye, Wolverine..."Nick Frey counted everyone's nicknames, suddenly looked at Mike and said, "do you have any nicknames?""No!""No?"Hearing this, Nick fry became excited, and the others also looked at Mike strangely."Give it a nickname for easy action."Nick Frey said something.Everyone nodded, and Mike was speechless.Indeed, a nickname is more convenient in action, and it has the function of hiding identity.Logan thought of the scene when Mike used cards and said, "why don't you call the king?"Remy leboxue looked at Logan and said, "oppose me? It's better to call the hand of God."He thought of Mike's materialized scene.The hand of GodMike twitched at the corner of his mouth.This nickname is a little arrogant, but he has a slot to vomit."Hand of God, if someone asks you what God stinks, how should you answer?"Hearing this, the corners of their mouths twitched crazily."How about green light?"Scott remembered Michael's rejuvenation when he treated him.Everyone nodded and felt good.Mike's attitude was firm: "don't even think about it! Call that ghost nickname, it's better to call my father!"
