"Dad, there are people from Alkali chasing us again, but they are too slow. I demonized a truck and escaped with everyone. Isn't it awesome?"
"Dad, the food they cook is so terrible!"
"Dad, I miss you."
"Dad, I made fried rice myself. It tastes pretty good. I'll cook it for you when you come back."
"Dad, look, what a beautiful scenery!"
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"Dad, let me send you a video. It's so funny."
Mike smiled and clicked on the video file.
Logan, who was washing his hair, was washing his hair in the bathroom with his eyes closed. Gwen quietly waved behind her and whispered: "Follow me, Laura! Are you ready to shoot?"
The camera clicked up and down.
Then Gwen took a bottle of shampoo and squeezed a dollop of shampoo for Logan when he was about to finish washing his hair.
Logan rubbed his hair in confusion, but the foam was getting more and more, and it even hurt his eyes. He couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.
Gwen was holding the shampoo and laughing secretly, while the camera Laura was holding was also shaking up and down.
And when Logan was about to wash off again, Gwen secretly squeezed in some shampoo.
"Ahhh!"
Logan shouted angrily, rubbing his head crazily with his hands.
"What the hell! What kind of shampoo is this!?"
The camera shook more and more frequently and in amplitude. Gwen covered her mouth desperately, but bent down holding her belly.
Later, when Logan was about to finish washing, Gwen handed the shampoo to Laura and took the camera herself.
Laura imitated Gwen's example and squeezed another head of shampoo for Logan.
"Ahhhhh! Farke! Farke!"
Logan yelled angrily and slapped the sink hard. The foam flowed down his head and down his entire body.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and flushed again.
Just when Laura quietly walked in and was about to squeeze out the shampoo, Caliban came over and asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"
The camera trembled, and then Gwen shouted: "Laura, run!"
Laura ran out quickly, with a smile on her face, and ran down the corridor with Gwen screaming.
"Fake! I'm going to beat you two damn little girls to death!!"
Logan's voice roared weakly.
Gwen even playfully turned the camera to give Logan a close-up.
Logan covered in foam.
For some reason, looking at Logan like this, Mike thought of a husky taking a bath.
The video ends here, with Mike smiling and texting Gwen a few words.
"Well done."
Turning off his phone, Mike looked at the darkening sky outside and started making cards.
After his abilities were upgraded, he began to make new cards.
During the more than five months since he and Dr. Rice came to the Alkali Institute, during the day, he monitored the work of Dr. Rice as his bodyguard, and at night, when he had nothing to do, Mike would make cards.
Therefore, as time passed by, the inventory of character cards gradually became considerable.
After a while, a new card appeared in Mike's hand.
Name: Namikaze Minato.
Character introduction: The fourth generation Hokage.
Note: I want to protect the village, even at the expense of myself!
With a flash of light in his hand, Mike put away the cards and stretched.
After he rested for a while and waited for the power of manifestation to recover somewhat, he started making new cards.
The recovery ability he gained when upgrading his abilities allowed him to make cards much faster.
A few days later, Mike finally got good news.
Charles' clone matured.
When Mike followed Dr. Rice to the laboratory and saw the replica soaked in a nutrient tank and connected to various instruments and pipes, he suddenly felt that the replica was like an artificially cultivated fruit, waiting for People pick it up.
"The clone has been cultivated. Do you want to inject basic instructions into it and activate basic consciousness?"
Dr. Rice asked Mike respectfully.
Mike shook his head. After a Dr. After a piece of work, Mike groaned and said: "The information on the clone of Professor X."
The Alkali Institute of Genetic Modification does not have Charles's genetic code, otherwise they would have produced Charles to control the entire world. And now Charles' clone can be produced because Mike provided Dr. Rice with a sample.
"OK."
The controlled Professor Rice will carry out Mike's orders unconditionally.
When Dr. Rice went to delete the data, Mike looked at the clone and smiled.
A young body, with hair and a healthy body, I hope Charles likes it.
"All the information has been cleared."
"Um."
Mike responded calmly and said again: "Prepare a copy of all the research materials on mutants from the institute for me."
He may never need these materials in his lifetime, but he can't just make mistakes like this. It's not bad as a collection.
The data is huge and copying it will take some time.
Taking advantage of this time, Mike opened a portal and stepped through to appear in front of Gwen.
Gwen, who was tutoring Laura with her homework, cheered, ran two steps, then jumped up and hung on Mike.
Mike hugged Gwen, kissed Gwen's forehead, and spun around in circles.
"Giggle!"
Gwen smiled happily and said, "Dad, are you done over there?"
"It's over soon, just the last step left."
Mike rubbed Gwen's head and said, "Where's Charles?"
"Sleeping now."
Gwen spoke and sighed: "His health is getting worse."
"I'll go find him."
Mike responded, let go of Gwen and said, "We can leave after the matter is dealt with."
Gwen's eyes lit up.
She was the only one who understood what Mike meant by 'go'.
Mike nodded to Laura beside him, opened the door and walked out.
At this moment, Laura asked doubtfully: “What do you mean by leaving?”
"whee."
Gwen smiled and said: "It's not interesting, it just means I should go to school!"
"oh."
Laura responded dubiously.
Mike came to Charles' room and woke Charles up.
"Mike?"
Charles rubbed his eyes, a little surprised.
He hadn't seen Mike in a long time.
Helping Charles up, Mike said: "I have something to tell you and I need you to make a decision."
Charles responded and said, "Okay."
Mike pondered for a few seconds, summarized his words, and then told Charles about the clone.
After several minutes of silence, Charles said firmly: "Okay!"
For the sake of those children, he had no choice.
