Sitting in the yard of his house that summer afternoon, the grandfather told his grandson Tommy the most amazing story of his past.
Please, Grandpa, tell me the story of when you were a super hero.
Yes, of course, to my mini hero what I ask for. That was an incredible story. They called me Super C.
Super C? But if you don't have C in your name, Grandpa.
Yes, tommy, people called me that because he was the "City Man". I was the one who discovered the thugs, who was in charge of cleaning the entire city, ah! and the one who discovered the plans of the people who wanted to end the historical heritage of the city as well.
Forgive us, Super C.
So you were the one who discovered where the bad people who stole from others are hiding?