Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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The fluttering cherry blossom petals, bathed in the silver light of the moon, were a breathtaking sight, as if gently brushed by a breeze. They grazed past Agent Zero's helicopter as it flew by.

Sss!

A sharp sting spread across his face. Agent Zero reached up to wipe it away, looking at the crimson blood on his hand, his expression darkening.

Blades like petals…

Not good!

Suddenly, he remembered the helicopter beside him.

As he turned his head, he saw the fluttering blades sweeping past the helicopter, shattering the glass and turning the two occupants inside into corpses.

The helicopter fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, erupting into a fiery explosion.

Agent Zero was furious, aiming his gun at Mike as he shouted, "Climb!"

Without hesitation, he fired a barrage of bullets at Mike.

Caught in assassin time, Mike swiftly dodged the incoming bullets with a fluid movement, his palm swiping the air. The blades of his Sakura Thousand Blades once again hurtled toward Agent Zero, while his other hand reached for his waist.

The helicopter quickly ascended, narrowly avoiding the flying blades as it sped away into the distance.

This mission was a failure.

Agent Zero muttered a displeased "Tch" as he grabbed his communicator and spoke to Strick. "Colonel Strick, the mission is a failure. There are other mutants here."

Strick paused for a moment before replying, "I know. Return now."

Agent Zero ended the call.

At that moment, the sudden sound of a gunshot rang out.

A bullet flew in from an impossible angle, passing right in front of Agent Zero's face.

Thud!

Blood splattered as the pilot's head exploded. The helicopter jolted, and like a bird with broken wings, it began its rapid descent.

"Fuck!"

Agent Zero cursed, quickly attempting to regain control of the helicopter.

The petals fluttered once more, and Agent Zero's face changed. His expression stiffened. "Damn it…"

In the next instant, the cherry blossom petals overwhelmed him, and the helicopter plummeted to the ground in a fiery crash.

Blood-soaked, Logan approached Mike with a worried expression. "What about Clark? Is he okay?"

"He's fine."

"That's a relief."

Logan sighed with relief, his face filled with regret. "They must have been after me."

Mike nodded, staring at the house in the distance, still burning. His tone turned cold as he added, "But now, they're after me too."

Logan paused for a moment before speaking. "Leave it to me. You shouldn't get involved. It will only bring trouble to you and Clark. These people aren't ordinary."

Mike casually discarded his Zanpakuto and coldly responded, "The trouble's already here. What I need to do now is get rid of it. I'll handle it myself."

Logan patted Mike's shoulder, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you."

"Hm?"

Did he misunderstand something?

Logan flashed a grin, his voice cold. "We should find that bastard first."

And of course, his brother…

"Who?"

Mike already had an idea, but still asked on purpose.

"Colonel Strick, military personnel, responsible for some special projects. He's a dangerous man." Logan explained, adding, "We need to go out and ask some of my old friends for his whereabouts…"

Mike nodded.

He couldn't quite remember where Strick was now, otherwise, it would save a lot of time.

Had he known this would turn into a time-travel situation, he would have watched the related plotline a hundred or even two hundred times and engraved every detail into his mind.

"I'll go find Clark."

Mike quickly ran toward the basement where Clark was.

When the basement door opened, Clark's sky-blue eyes brightened upon seeing Mike. He hurriedly toddled over, his little legs moving fast.

"Daddy!"

Mike picked up Clark and reassured him, "It's all okay now."

"What about the bad guys? The ones who blew up our house, where are they?"

"Uncle Logan chased them off."

Clark blinked, swinging his little fist as he asked, "What about you, Daddy? Did you give those bad guys a good spanking?"

Mike ruffled Clark's hair, his tone slightly annoyed. "Who taught you to say that?"

"I heard you say that to me last time."

"You're a fast learner, kid."

Logan rolled his eyes as he overheard their conversation.

This is how you teach a kid?

Mike carried Clark out of the basement, his back to the recent battlefield. He spoke to Logan, "Let's go. We need to leave here."

Logan nodded.

"Daddy, our house is gone."

Clark, resting his head against Mike's chest, sounded heartbroken.

Mike gently patted Clark's head. "It's okay. I was planning to take you somewhere else anyway."

Clark was already three years old. Mike had been hesitating about whether he should bring Clark back to New York recently, since the environment there was much better for both study and living. Now… there was no need to hesitate.

"Oh!"

Clark sighed softly, pressing his face against Mike's chest. He yawned, then closed his eyes in exhaustion.

The three of them quickly left the town, finding a hotel where they stayed for the night.

At dawn the next day, Mike gave Logan some money, instructing him to buy a used car. Then, Mike carried Clark to a real estate office, entrusting them with the farm before the three of them set off on their journey.

Destination: Las Vegas.

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Meanwhile, in a secret government facility…

"Strick! You've created an invincible enemy!"

Facing the anger, Strick remained calm. "General, Wolverine is just a piece in the final phase of the plan. Trust me, I'll handle him."

The general, with hair as white as snow, scoffed. "Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. is right. Your X-Weapon program is a mistake! It's too dangerous!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Strick sneered. "General, if my plan were really a mistake, why would they be so eager to steal my research?"

The general paused, considering his words. "I'll give you one last chance."

"If you fail, there will be no further funding for your research!"

Strick nodded with satisfaction. "General, you won't be disappointed. Subject XI will be the perfect weapon."

The general nodded quietly and turned to leave.

After the general departed, Strick muttered disdainfully under his breath, "Short-sighted fool."

"And S.H.I.E.L.D., a bunch of busybody flies…"

"Heh, looks like you're in trouble."

A soft chuckle filled the air, and a man in a black suit emerged from the shadows.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Strick's expression grew serious. "Sir, is there anything you need from me?"

The man smiled faintly. "Need something? No."

Strick breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was just sent to check on your progress," the man in the black suit added with a slight smile. "The sir is not pleased with your progress."

Strick furrowed his brow. "I'm about to succeed! Sabretooth is already off to find the final piece of the weapon."

"Heh, don't disappoint the sir."

The man in the black suit said softly, his body seeming to blend into the shadows, gradually fading until he disappeared.

(End of Chapter)