The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Nick Fury looked at the four people in the rear-view mirror and suddenly said, “I think we should give our squad a name.”

No one answered, Nick Fury felt some embarrassment, but he still gave a dry laugh and said, “How about calling the Fury Team?”

Quiet ……

Just when he thought no one would make a sound.

Remy Lebo spat out, “Not only do you have a black face, you have a big face?”

Scott said coldly, “It’s too hard to hear!”

Logan shrugged and said, “Agreed.”

Mike: “Shame on you.”

Nick Fury laughed unconcernedly and said, “Then what do you call it?”

It was good that the atmosphere finally became less unbearable.

But as soon as the words came out, the crowd lost their voices again.

Nick Fury said carefully: “Called mutant contingent?”

“Hard to hear!”

“Not good ……”

“What about the guardians?”

“Guardian of who?”

“What? Gravekeeper? Not good…..”

Listening to the spitting sound, Nick Fury’s face darkened.

You guys did it on purpose!

I ask you what to name, you do not say a word, I have named a few names, but you all deny now.

You all guys are against me?

Nick Fury quickly said: “Suicide Squad! Justice League! The Middle Aged Squad! You guys pick one!”

“Heh!”

“Oooh!”

“Bah!”

Nick Fury: “……”

A few minutes later, when Nick Fury was about to collapse, he uttered a name that was finally approved by the crowd.

Thunder, the squad named Thunder.

“Card King, Ant-Man, Laser Eye, Wolverine ……”

Nick Fury counted the nicknames of the crowd, suddenly looked at Mike and said, “Do you have any nicknames?”

“No!”

“No?”

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury perked up, while several other people also looked at Mike strangely.

“Come up with a nickname, it’s easy to act.”

Nick Fury said.

The crowd nodded, and Mike looked speechless.

Indeed, a nickname is more convenient in action, and the role of hiding identity.

Logan remembered the scene of Mike using the cards and said: “How about, called the card emperor?”

Remy Lebo looked at Logan with false eyes and said, “Against me? Why not call the hand of God.”

He remembered the scene where Mike materialized.

Hand of God ……

The corners of Mike’s mouth twitched.

The nickname was a bit arrogant, but he had a slot to spit.

“Hand of God, if someone asks you what the stench of God is, how should you answer?”

The corners of the crowd’s mouth twitched wildly when they heard that.

“How about green light?”

Scott remembered the rejuvenation technique that Mike had given him when he was healing.

The crowd nodded, feeling good.

Mike was adamant: “Don’t even think about it! Calling that ghost a nickname is better than calling me Dad!”