Marvel: Father of Superheroes

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Hi



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The San Venganza Contract—

Whoever possesses this contract gains control over the souls of those evil spirits.

And for any demon, those evil spirits represent immense power.

Blackheart wanted that power to overthrow his father. Carrie wanted it—or the contract itself—to break free from Mephisto's control.

So, she left Hell with Blackheart.

Whether Blackheart got the San Venganza Contract or she did—it didn't matter. Either way, it was a chance for her to escape Mephisto's grasp.

Of course, she hoped to obtain it herself.

After hearing Carrie's explanation, Mike withdrew his psychic pressure.

He could tell she wasn't lying.

Still... it wasn't really their concern. They were only here on vacation.

He paused briefly, then waved his hand. "Let's go."

Carrie let out a quiet sigh of relief. She really didn't want to become enemies with Mike and the others—whether because of Clark or because of Mike's overwhelming strength.

"Goodbye, Gwen!"

Carrie smiled warmly, adjusted her worn blazer, and turned to leave.

"Sigh..." Gwen sighed lightly. "I actually really liked that big sis."

Raven gently patted Gwen's head. Watching Carrie's back fade into the crowd, she tilted her head and asked curiously, "Such a beautiful woman—why's she wearing such a tattered coat? Is that thing some kind of treasure?"

Mike gave a small, knowing smile. "To her... maybe it is."

"Let's go watch the cowboy show. I heard it's about to start."

"It's starting soon?" Gwen's eyes lit up. "Then let's hurry! There's a cowboy competition too! Dad, you have to enter!"

"Oh, right!"

Gwen suddenly touched her head and took off her panda hat. Turning to Mike, she said, "Dad, bend down a bit."

"Hm? What for?"

"Just do it!"

Gwen's eyes sparkled with mischief.

Mike bent down.

Gwen placed the panda hat on his head and said proudly, "It's for you—I won it just for you!"

You won it?

This little rascal... not shy at all.

Mike had watched her play the entire game. Amused, he chuckled to himself and pinched her cheek. Turning to Raven, he asked, "Well? How does it look?"

A handsome face now topped with a silly, chubby panda hat—Mike suddenly looked a bit... goofier.

Raven licked her lips, and while Gwen skipped ahead, she leaned against Mike's shoulder and whispered seductively, "Don't take it off tonight."

Mike coughed lightly and quickly sped up.

Watching the two walk away, Raven followed with a smirk, grinning like a mischievous cat that just stole cream.

"Bang! Bang!"

With the sound of gunshots, Coulson knocked down target after target. Under the stall owner's astonished gaze, he scored the highest points and won his reward—a white cowboy hat.

Placing it neatly on his head, Coulson pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slid them on. Then, he walked over to the next stall, bought an ice cream cone, took a big bite, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Phew…"

This was the life.

Coulson smiled faintly.

Yesterday afternoon, he had found Johnny Blaze's stunt team manager and scheduled a meeting for the next day. That left him with a full day of free time.

Just one day—he was going to enjoy it.

So, after hearing about the local agricultural fair, he came alone.

Licking his ice cream, Coulson looked around at the crowd. "So lively..."

It had been a long time since he'd felt this relaxed.

"Hm? A cowboy show?" His eyes lit up. "I have to check that out!"

Wild bull taming—a battle of strength and wit between man and beast...

Just the thought made him excited.

Eagerly munching on his ice cream, he followed the signs to the arena, bought a ticket, and walked in with a small bucket of popcorn in hand.

"Talk about lucky!"

Coulson muttered as he reached his seat.

The show was just about to start—he'd gotten his ticket right on time.

Minutes later, the bull-riding event began.

Raging bulls and calm cowboys clashed in the arena.

The cowboys used expert technique to stay firmly seated, gripping the backs of the furious bulls, refusing to be thrown off no matter how wildly the animals thrashed.

Coulson excitedly stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, cheering loudly along with the crowd.

The constant tension of not knowing when a cowboy might be thrown off the bull was absolutely thrilling.

Aside from bull riding, there were also horse-taming performances and lasso competitions—all of which had Coulson completely hooked.

When the show ended, the next segment was the challenge round.

Participants could pay to enter and compete in various cowboy events. If they lasted a set amount of time, they'd win a cash prize.

Rubbing his hands together eagerly, Coulson walked over to the registration booth. After paying a 100-yuan entry fee, he made his way to the challenge zone.

He had signed up for the bull-riding challenge.

There weren't as many participants as he had expected. The steep entry fee, combined with the real risk of injury, clearly scared most people off. When he arrived at the waiting area, there were barely more than a dozen contestants.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure, and a wide grin spread across his face. He walked over quickly.

"Mike!"

The familiar voice rang out. Mike, who had been observing a bull, froze in place.

That voice… No way. Please no…

He turned his head, only to see Coulson—wearing a cowboy hat and beaming from ear to ear.

"Son of a—! Why is it always you!?"

Mike muttered, narrowing his eyes at him. "Are you following me or something?"

"Following you?" Coulson looked genuinely confused. "Come on, is there anyone in the world capable of tracking you?"

"…Fair point," Mike mumbled, then suddenly his expression changed. "Wait a second—don't tell me you're in trouble again?"

As he spoke, Mike looked around cautiously.

"Trouble?" Coulson thought for a second, then laughed. "Nope, not this time. I'm just here for fun today. No missions, no agents, nothing. Why are you being so paranoid?"

No mission?

Well… that should be—

Like hell it is!

The Coulson Principle never fails!

This had nothing to do with whether he was on a mission or not.

"There's definitely going to be something weird happening here."

Would the bull mutate? Would a mutant show up? Maybe there'd be a robbery? Or… a ghost? A demon?!

Mike's eyes widened.

Damn it!

He knew it!

All the strange encounters—they had to be the result of some supernatural disturbance!

And it's all because of Coulson!

Apparently, now even being in the same area was enough to trigger the Coulson Principle's effect!

Of course. This guy needed to be purified... immediately.

Mike stared at Coulson with a strange, unreadable expression.

Coulson shivered under his gaze and forced a smile. "M-Mike! What a coincidence, huh?"

Coincidence, my ass! This wasn't fate—it was a curse! You damn walking disaster!

Mike silently cursed him in his heart.

(End of Chapter)


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