The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 45: Doesn't look like a good guy (1/2)

Get up! Lazy pig!

Seeing Eric hugging his pillow and sleeping soundly, Charles called out with a black face.

Obviously he was born before him, so why is he like a brother?

Eric buried his head and muttered, Dad, Ill sleep a little longer, you go get Charles first, hes much lazier than me.

Charles: ().

Taking a deep breath, he lifted his foot, looked at Erics butt, hesitated, and put it down again.

This is not good

Turned around and walked into the bathroom.

A few seconds later, came out with a basin of cold water.

Huh!

It was almost too gentle to kick him awake.

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Wow!

Whoa! Help!

Eric shrieked like a pig killing and jumped straight up.

Hahahaha!

Charles clutched his stomach with laughter.

Eric froze, then said angrily, Damn you Charles!

He leapt off the bed and raised his fist.

Charles hurriedly rolled to the side and said, Who told you not to wake up!

I

Theres no time for that, hurry up and go!

Go to

I thought of a good way! Ill wait for you outside, you quickly change clothes!

The words fell, not waiting for Erics reaction, Charles rushed out of the room, and then happily than a victory gesture.

Pre-emptive strike succeeded!

Ten minutes later, Eric packed up, the two of them ate something and embarked on a new journey.

And their target this time was the police car parked on the side of the road.

This was your idea? Get the police!?

Eric asked suspiciously in Charless ear, while his eyes were looking at the police car not far away.

You just watch!

Charles whispered, walked with Eric to the police car, knocked on the window and gave a grin to the police officer who seemed to be there.

The policeman froze, opened the car door and stepped down, saying, What can I do for you, kid?

I cant find my dad.

Charles said pitifully, but secretly used his powers on the police.

The policeman looked in a trance and said, Then come with me, Ill help you find him.

Charles nodded and dragged Eric to the car.

Whats your fathers name? Where does he live do you know?

His name is George, George Baker. Charles said a name, then said embarrassed, Where to live, I cannot remember.

After the words, he waited for the foggy eyes, silently using his ability, said to the police officer: Uncle, you will help me, right?

The police officer nodded without hesitation and said, Dont worry, Ill help you check!

Thanks!

Charles said moved and gave Eric a triumphant look.

Eric skimmed his mouth and muttered, Drama queen.

But the effect was remarkable.

Half an hour later, the police found a pile of George, after Charless identification, then locked George Bakers address.

After getting the address, when the police wanted to go to send Charles two, but Charles used his ability to control the police, leaving it with the mental implication that he had already sent them away, took Eric to call a cab and rushed towards the destination.

This little guy is really a clever!

Mike saw the whole process in his eyes and couldnt help but smile.

These two were smarter than he thought.

Letting Clark keep an eye on them, Mike drove far behind.

Half an hour later, the cab pulled up.

Charles and Eric were standing in front of an old apartment building.

Are you sure this is the place, to live in such a crummy place?

Eric looked around disgustedly.