Chapter 262: 258

The sky is dark.

At the usual time, Mike and Gwen had already returned home, but today, because of the man Gwen found and retrieved, they delayed their time to go home.

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The man was wearing a thin, ill-fitting trench coat, and a pair of blue jeans that cracked and shattered at any time on the lower body, like a homeless man.

At this moment, the man was sitting on a chair in Mike's shop, with his back hunched and his eyes dull. He didn't look like an upright, prime-age man at all, but an old man who was dying and despairing. First release https://(www) https://m/.x81zw./com/

Gwen held Mike in the shop, stood in front of the man with the blanket covered in the sun, and whispered, "Uncle, here it is."

Hearing the tender voice full of concern, the man's dull eyes swayed slightly, and his eyes fell on Gwen.

Gwen smiled at the man and handed over the blanket in his hand.

The man's chapped lips trembled slightly, and a voice that seemed to be squeezed out of a torn throat emerged from the man's mouth.

"thanks."

Gwen opened the blanket and draped it over the man.

Feeling the gradually warming body, the man's numb and cold eyes gradually warmed up.

"My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent."

"Bruce."

The man whispered, pulled down the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and fell silent.

Gwen glanced at the man and didn't know what to say, so after bringing the man a glass of water, he sat aside.

Looking at the other person's back, Gwen folded his arms together and put his chin up, guessing what happened to the other person in his little head.

"It must be difficult."

She murmured softly, remembering the scene where she saw each other.

Although the weather has warmed up now, the temperature outside is still touching because of the light rain for a day.

Fortunately, it's Sunday and Gwen doesn't have to go to school or cram school.

She slept late and ate the breakfast her father had left for her. She originally wanted to come to the store, but Aunt Carter, who was next door, took her to the house and invited her to eat steak.

After eating, she touched her stomach and went home, finished her homework, and watched TV for a while.

When it was almost six o'clock, she was holding an umbrella, holding an umbrella, ready to pick up her father home.

And when she walked to an alley not far from the store, she saw this uncle who was drenched in the rain.

At that time, he was huddled by the trash can, with a small puddle under him, and was soaked in the rain so quietly, it was even worse than when Peter was bullied and thrown into the water. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

"Uncle, do you need help?"

Gwen asked quietly.

There was no response, only the sparse sound of rain.

"Uncle! Do you need help!?"

Gwen raised his voice and asked again.

The man was still lying quietly in the puddle, like a... dying fish?

She suddenly remembered the fat-headed fish that her father knocked unconscious when he was killing the fish.

no respond.

Gwen poked the other side carefully with the umbrella, and when he saw that the other side was still motionless, his face turned pale, and he took a deep breath.

Shouldn't, shouldn't have died!

Gwen learned from the TV, half squatted down with the umbrella in between, and put his small hand under the other person's nose, feeling the warm breath, he was relieved.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Gwen sighed, put the umbrella in his hand on the ground, and after covering the rain for the other party's head, he held up another umbrella, half squatted on the ground, the umbrella was tilted to cover the other party's head Rain took out his cell phone and called Mike.

Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of the rain that brought Bruce, who was lying on the ground, back to his senses. His eyelids rolled slightly, his eyes opened a gap, and under the dim sky, he saw a worried and worried face.

Are you... worried about him?

Bruce felt inexplicable sadness and emotion in his heart, but thinking of Betty who was killed, his heart became cold again.

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It's all because of him, it's all because of him...

He blamed himself in his heart, and even because of the violent fluctuations in his mood, terrifying green blood vessels appeared on the surface of his body.

The violent power flowed in the body, and Bruce's eyes were stained with a touch of green.

"Dad, come and save him, I'll wait for you!"

Suddenly, the childish voice came to his ears again, he took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the sadness and anger that was pouring out of his heart.

In an instant, the abnormality in him disappeared.

At this moment, Gwen put the phone away, looked at Bruce on the ground, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, my dad is coming."

The tender and warm voice, along with the beating raindrops, seemed to fall into his heart, ripples a little.

Within half a minute, he heard unfamiliar footsteps, and then an unfamiliar voice rang.

"Gwen."

"dad!"

Gwen looked up, looked at Mike, and said, "Let's help him, okay? If this goes on, he will die."

If you just die, that's fine too.

The ashes-hearted Bruce gave a wry smile in his heart.

Mike bent over and smiled at Gwen: "Let's take him back while he's still alive and make human flesh buns!"

Serious tone, not like a joke.

People, human meat buns?

Hearing this, even Bruce, who was in this state, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help opening his eyes, wanting to see what kind of devil the person who could say this calmly was.

He wants to die, but he doesn't want to be eaten by people. The important thing is, if those people eat him, will he also mutate?

"Dad, stop joking!"

Gwen looked at Mike angrily, but couldn't help but smile, and suddenly found that the man on the ground opened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Dad, look! He opened his eyes."

"Um."

Mike glanced at the other party, and always felt that this decadent face was familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to have seen it at all.

"Let's go, pick it up and make human meat buns!"

Mike smiled, lifted the man on the ground with one hand, and walked towards the store amid Gwen's dissatisfied cry.

For some reason, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Bruce felt strangely warm in his heart.

"Gwen!"

A shout awakened Gwen in the memory.

Gwen rubbed his chin, looked at Mike who called her, waved Mike to her, and she hurried over.

"Bring it to him."

Mike brings a bowl of noodles to Gwen.

Gwen sniffed it, looking greedy.

When I come home at night, I will do what you want.

"Oh!"

Gwen smiled happily.

Mike looked up after Gwen brought it to the other party, looked at the man sitting like a piece of wood, pinched his chin and muttered, "Bruce?"

Mike heard what Gwen and the other said just now.

Look at each other's face now, it's really Bruce Banner.

Dear daughter, you really know how to pick up...

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