A prince from a certain American comic book

Not long after.

Ike raised an eyebrow as he watched the Cypher family leave with Chris.

Dean is dead.

Jesse is dead.

Nancy left too.

Who's next?

Chris? Or Quentin?

night.

Because of such a major incident at the hospital, Claire and her family are still at the hospital dealing with the situation and trying to reassure the hospital staff.

So Ike is having dinner at the Saive family's house today.

However, the Saive family was preoccupied with their own worries.

Ike didn't linger. After asking for Quentin's address, he said goodbye and went home.

Ike found the wooden plaque with the Ghost Rider clone that Carter Slade had sent him that day in a basement cubicle.

Ike squeezed it.

The sounds of Talking Tom and Jerry the mouse, along with their meows and squeaks, filled the air.

Ike turned around and said, "This has nothing to do with Chris. This is a matter of principle. Freddy has crossed my line."

Ike's bottom line is clear.

It's not unacceptable to bring disaster upon one's wife and children.

After all, Freddy was burned alive, and he suffered this calamity because of an unverified child's words. Putting yourself in his shoes, Freddy's actions did not exceed the bottom line that Ike had set for himself.

But the death of the innocent nurse crossed Ike's line.

Without him.

Even if it's a case of punishing nine generations of a family, it shouldn't be the nurse's turn.

Freddy has gone mad.

If this continues, who knows if Freddy will evolve some strange abilities and simultaneously invade the dreams of countless Baltimore residents.

By then?

Ha ha.

It is estimated that a ghost town has sprung up in the human world.

"Meow!"

"squeak."

After listening to Talking Tom and Jerry's conversation for a while, Ike said to Talking Tom, "You come with me, Jerry will watch the house."

Jerry the mouse was immediately unhappy.

Ike said directly, "Ghost Rider has been summoned. Do you dare stay?"

Jerry's two large ears immediately drooped down.

Being timid is not his fault.

This is a talent of the rat race.

Ike chuckled, patted Jerry the mouse's head as he plopped down on the ground, his chin resting on his paws, a look of displeasure on his face, and said with a smile, "It's alright, being timid has its advantages. Being timid can even boost your defense."

Without even looking up, Jerry the mouse used his paws to pry open Ike's right hand, which was being groped.

Ike laughed and led Talking Tom towards the ground.

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Chapter 055: S.H.I.E.L.D. is Everywhere (Seeking Recommendations)

Quentin's house is not on Elm Street.

To be precise, it's on Third Avenue, diagonally opposite Elm Street.

Boom!

Just as Ike led Talking Tom out of the basement, a loud clap of thunder suddenly sounded outside, almost three seconds after the thunder disappeared.

Splash!

A torrential downpour began in an instant.

Boom!

A streak of lightning, seemingly crimson, ripped across the sky, followed by a thunderclap that seemed to shake the entire world.

"It is best not to go out at night or on rainy nights."

"Meow?"

As he recalled the feng shui he had encountered when he was a regional director in his previous life, Ike sighed and took off his Jaeger-LeCoultre watch, placing it on the kitchen bar.

Talking Tom tilted his head, pondering what his owner meant.

Ike turned around, glanced at Talking Tom, smiled slightly, and took his hooded jacket from the sofa and put it on.

quite a while.

The door opened.

Ike walked out of the house holding a small yellow umbrella, with Talking Tom following closely behind, wearing a cat-themed raincoat.

Just as Ike left Elm Street.

The door of the house diagonally opposite Ike's opened, and then Liang Ying, holding a small yellow umbrella and wearing her boots, hurriedly followed.

Chris hurriedly turned the corner and bumped right into Ike.

Holding a small yellow umbrella, Ike smiled at Chris, whose face showed a hint of confusion, and said, "Why are you out in the rain?"

A hint of panic flashed in Chris's eyes.

Ike smiled.

The next second.

After calling out to Talking Tom, Ike headed home.

Chris frowned and said, "Weren't you going to Quentin's house?"

Ike turned around and said, "Who said that? I just came out to throw out the trash."

Chris: "..."

Ten minutes later.

Ike tossed the little yellow umbrella aside, pointed to the sofa, and said to Chris, who had followed him in, "Sit down."

Chris nodded and placed her little yellow umbrella next to Ike's before walking toward the sofa.

Ike went into the kitchen, filled two glasses with cold water, handed one to Chris, and then sat down on the sofa opposite him without saying a word.

He was thinking of going just now.

But just as Quentin's house came into view, Ike suddenly spotted a familiar face.

Nick Fury isn't blind.

All right.

With so many people dying within a month and a half, especially on Elm Street where Ike now lives, how could such a thing not attract the attention of his Aunt Carter?

Just then.

Ring ring!

The landline phone on the cabinet next to the sofa rang.

Ike took it and connected the call.

The next second.

"Little Ike, where are you now?"

"at home."

"real?"

"Of course, I swear."

"Little Ike, do you know that although our ordinary world is not as similar to the extraordinary world, there is something called a satellite?"

"...Okay, I give up."

Is anyone home?

"Um."

"Go back to your room, I have something to tell you."

"good."

After hanging up Aunt Carter's call, Ike made an apologetic gesture to Chris, who was sitting on the sofa, and then got up and went straight to the bedroom on the third floor.

I just walked into the bedroom.

The landline phone, which wasn't on the same line as the one in the bedroom and the living room, rang on time.

Ike blinked.

Since Aunt Carter was exposed, Ike has removed all the listening devices in the room. Could there be hidden surveillance cameras?

But that's not right.

Talking Tom and Jerry have been thoroughly investigated.

With this question in mind, Ike answered the phone.