Whenever Luke wanted to compare his abilities with his father, or wanted to ask for some experience, his father would always politely decline and tell him not to be so competitive.
For a long time, Luke always had a vague resentment towards his father.
Hatred for one's father is probably an emotion that every man has when he is young.
As pure as the resentment a challenger feels towards an unbeatable opponent.
But when his only family member died, he truly felt the unspeakable grief.
Before he had time to savor all the time he had spent with his father, Luke had already gotten out of the car with the help of his teammates, stepped out of the elevator and entered the suite.
At this time, the research institute, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the direct super-powered logistics personnel had completed three on-site inspections in the room.
So no one was so tactless as to stop Luke from touching his father's body.
After seeing the two of them embrace each other for the last time, everyone left the suite, leaving the last moments for the two of them to be alone.
In the room, Luke looked at his father with mixed feelings.
Everything in the house was in a mess, as if it had been through a war.
But not only was his father unharmed, but he also had a relieved smile on his face.
He didn't understand, but he believed someone would give him an explanation.
Luke sat on the bed and said his final goodbyes to his father who was in a wheelchair opposite him.
The setting sun outside the window began to shine on the broken glass on the ground, making ripples appear on the walls and ceiling of the room.
In the gentle atmosphere, Luke suddenly thought of something. It was a promise he made with his father a long time ago when he was a child:
Many standard items in the military have a service life, and when the equipment reaches the end of its service life, it will be forced to be replaced.
But the replaced items do not necessarily mean they are damaged and can often still be used for a while.
When Luke was a child, he had two broken communicators. When he didn't need to train, he would always take those things outside and dream of becoming an admiral.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but perhaps they had reached the limit of their lifespan, and within a short period of time, the two communicators were damaged one after another.
The very sad Luke found a very unsociable peer near his home. It was said that no child could understand what he was saying, but when those words reached the ears of adults, they would receive waves of admiration such as genius.
After paying the other party for help repairing two communicators with a bag of rare beef jerky, Luke received two more stickers.
According to the guy, this is change.
Anyway, Luke finally gave one of the repaired communicators to his father, and the father promised to keep the gift from his child with him.
In the days that followed, Luke could always see the old communicator on his father's body.
The stickers on the thing had long since worn off, and the gray-green matte paint was also peeling off bit by bit.
The entire device has become as old as an unearthed cultural relic.
But now, that thing doesn't seem to be in his father's body.
The little fat boy took a deep breath and began to grope his father's body.
A minute later he confirmed his guess.
His energy seemed to have returned to his body again, and his intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as he had imagined.
After calming himself down, he took the initiative to open the door of the suite.
Although the people waiting outside were a little tired, they didn't say anything when they saw the young man's red and swollen eyes.
"You can go, go..."
Luke pointed inside the suite, unsure how to describe it.
But those people were well prepared. They entered the room very politely and began to give Lucas the final respect.
Luke knew that he would never see his father again, not even in the form of a corpse.
As a fourth-level superpower affiliated with the military, Lucas' body is public property of Hope City.
Both burial and cremation are a huge waste of resources.
This is Luke, something the families of all powerful super-powered people have known for a long time.
As for funerals, they are a luxury in Hope City.
Luke declined his teammates' caring invitation and returned home alone.
After locking the door, he began to recall the current location of his communicator.
It's not easy to find.
Children's personalities are always changeable. Nearly ten years have passed, and Luke has long forgotten where he put the communicator.
He tried his best to drive his brain and finally thought of a corner where he often hid things as a child.
Soon, he found his own communicator there.
After wiping off the dust, he connected the power supply and turned on the device that had not been turned on for nearly ten years.
Then, in his voicemail, he saw a twenty-second recording that had been sent three hours earlier.
He pressed the play button and put the speaker to his ear:
"Son, I'm sorry to tell you this now...
"Live well, for humanity and for yourself."
Lucas' recording is not very long. There is a regular beeping sound in the background, with an interval of about one second.
Luke could hear his father's concern and reluctance, but he could also hear some deliberate concealment, as if he had not yet decided whether to say it out loud before the recording.
Time must be very tight.
The fat boy fell on the bed, holding the communicator in his hand, forcing himself to separate from his subjective emotions, and began to think about what happened today.
Strangely enough, as if the blow he suffered was too great, Luke felt not as sad as he had imagined, and even felt particularly clear-headed.
At this moment, he is using this clarity to soberly review today's emergencies.
There is no doubt that the communicator is on my father's body. Most of the things in the suite are damaged, which shows that the enemy has strong destructive power.
But there were no signs of injury or damage on the father's side, indicating that his abilities were still effective until the very end.
If he didn't want the communicator to fall into the hands of others, then with his strength, he could crush it into pieces with just a thought.
However, there was no debris or powder left on the floor of the suite from the damaged communicator.
This shows that…
The communicator was most likely given to someone else by his father.
Thinking of this, Luke's body trembled slightly.
Why smile?
Are the other people at the scene enemies or friends?
Why give the communicator to someone else?
And why did my father leave so suddenly?
With all kinds of random thoughts in his mind, Luke, who thought he would stay awake, fell into a deep sleep.
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