A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 185 The Punisher Visits Relatives ([-])

"So you really like superheroes, right, kid?" Frank picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat before continuing.

Francis waved the Iron Man toy in his hand, his eyes full of fantasy and longing, and said excitedly: "When I grow up, I want to be a superhero or a university professor! I want to have cool equipment like Iron Man, and also As smart as a college professor.”

After hearing his son's words, Frank couldn't help but laugh. Iron Man is much smarter than a university professor. If you choose the former, wouldn't you have both?

He gently put down the tea cup, squinted his eyes and touched the little boy's head and said gently: "These two professions are a little different, but they are both amazing. Superheroes need courage and perseverance, to constantly face danger and protect people. safety."

"University professors need profound knowledge and patience, and they must impart valuable wisdom to their students. No matter which path you choose, you must go all out and believe in yourself, and you will definitely become a great person."

Francis listened to Frank's words with confusion in his eyes.

At only eight years old, it was difficult for him to understand the big principles of adults, but he knew one thing: the strange uncle in front of him was very kind to him and liked superheroes as much as he did.It made him feel warm and close.

Thinking of this, Francis' little head drooped, with a trace of frustration in his eyes. He muttered softly: "My dad never plays superhero games with me."

He longs to share the things he likes with his dad, but the reality doesn't always seem to be what he wants.

"Tell me! What kind of super power is it?" Francis asked impatiently, jumping up and down, completely unaware of how many lives the man in front of him had taken. He could only be regarded as an anti-hero.

"Of course, boy, I have unlimited imagination. We can create the most powerful and brave superheroes, and the scariest villains."

Although I have never considered myself a superhero, and there is no need to think so. However, I have briefly collaborated with street heroes such as Daredevil and Spider-Man several times.

The Canadian who can't be killed no matter how hard he fights, and the pinkeye who shoots lasers from his eyes.

If they work together, they can definitely create superheroes that are more interesting than this.

So the Punisher can also be considered a superhero, right?

Francis looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Really? What kind of superhero are you?"

Francis' eyes lit up. He looked up at the tall man in front of him, and a burst of excitement surged into his heart.He never thought he could be friends with this seemingly powerful and mysterious uncle, let alone create their own superhero story together.

"Will you play with me? Sarah often says it's childish!" Francis asked expectantly.

"That's not a problem, but my abilities are not as interesting as his." Bai Ye rubbed his fingers, and a gust of wind immediately blew by, and then, Pietro in a blue tights appeared in front of them instantly.

The more Frank listened, the more ashamed he became. He wished he could go back in time and slap himself. Why was he such a bastard in the first place?

After thinking for a while, Frank's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Bai Ye who was holding a cup of cold tea on the sofa, and then said: "My super power must be kept secret, but my friend is actually also a superhero. Do you want to see his superpowers?"

He spent more time with his gun than he did with his family - when his family was still alive.

You definitely can't directly tell this kid that your 'superpower' is to wear clothes with white skulls on them, use a gun to beat all the bad guys into sieves, or use simple tools such as screwdrivers to torture and extract confessions. .

It was too dark to be told as a story to an eight-year-old.

His father was always busy with work and often restless when he came home, leaving little time to play superhero games or chat with him.This makes the little boy feel lonely and depressed. He longs for his father's attention and companionship, but is always disappointed.

Hearing this, Frank's eyes darkened, and he felt a deep sense of self-blame and regret in his heart.He knew all too well the pain of being so bound by work and responsibilities that he couldn't be with his family.

There was a mysterious light in the black-haired man's eyes, and he explained patiently: "I am a not-so-famous superhero, and my super power is..."

But after hearing Pietro's words, the little boy touched his chin and thought about it in distress, and then said excitedly: "But I still like the green giant in your story better, because he only wears a pair of purple shorts!"

The golden afterglow of the setting sun shone through the windows and illuminated the entire room.

"Yes."

"Actually, I am also a superhero." Frank touched his chin, thought for a while and said with a smile, his voice full of confidence.

Francis opened his eyes wide, pointed at the shadows and exclaimed: "Wow! Super speed!"

Frank looked at Francis and said softly: "Your father, he has a bad temper, doesn't he?" The little boy nodded seriously, as if he had been opened to talk, and began to talk.

He sighed slightly, patted Francis on the shoulder, and said warmly: "Don't be sad, young man. You know, I am also a fan of superheroes. If you are willing, we can play together and create our own How about your own heroic story?"

Bai Ye pointed to the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, and Pietro subconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth. There were a lot of cookie crumbs there. He suddenly smiled with embarrassment and relief, and then wiped away the crumbs with the back of his hand.

He leaves his good wife and children alone, and spends all day either drinking or killing people. Although he doesn't seem to have that many people to kill in this world, he still wants to do pretty much the same thing.

After hearing the little boy's exclamation, Quicksilver flipped his silver hair and said proudly: "That's right! Super speed is the most wonderful ability in the world. No offense intended." In the second half of the sentence, he faced Frank and Bai Ye grinned.

In order for Francis, a little boy, to witness his super speed with his own eyes, Pietro deliberately slowed down to create a series of afterimage effects, making the whole room seem to be filled by him alone.

He had an idea and said, "Wait a minute. I have a better idea."

<divclass="contentadv">The little boy looked at him curiously, blinked and asked, "What's your idea?"

Frank said as he looked around, and his eyes finally stopped on the bookshelf nearby, which contained various superhero comics and books.

He stopped suddenly, frowning slightly, thinking about how to describe himself.

There was a hint of anticipation on his face.

"That's because he can't wear other clothes." Frank shook his head and smiled, then he paused and said, "But do you know who the other hero is?"

"Who?"

"Your father."