Marvel's father of superheroes

Hank Pym looked at Mike, couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

Clark tilted his head and looked, and the corners of his mouth twitched crazily.

He has never seen his father like this.

Looking at the finish line not far away and listening to Mike's voice, Clark used a little more force and surpassed his opponent, came to first place, and crossed the finish line with an undisputed advantage.

"Haha! Win!"

"First!"

Mike and Hank Pym roared wildly, couldn't help hugging each other, patting each other on the back, extremely excited.

The black couple stared at the two of them with ugly faces, cursed and turned to leave.

"Fuck off!"

Mike gave the two men a middle finger.

Clark and Hope came over happily and were hugged by the two of them.

"Well done! Hope!"

"Of course!"

Hope raised her chin proudly, like a proud peacock.

Mike bent over Clark's ear, gently bumped Clark's chest with his elbow, and said, "Boy, you have a good grasp."

"Hey!" Clark happily touched his head.

"The awards are given, let's go!"

Mike nudged Clark.

Clark and Hope walked quickly to the podium.

The two fathers were watching below, and Charles and Eric, who were cheerleaders, looked at Clark on the podium and couldn't help but cheer.

The prize is not something expensive, but it is an important life memory for the two children as they grow up.

After the awards were presented, Clark and Hope took the time to rest, because the next step was the four-person and five-foot game.

"Are you two okay?"

Hope looked at Mike and Hank Pym suspiciously.

"Ah!"

"Small idea!"

The two smiled contemptuously.

A few minutes later, the game begins.

Participants in the race stood on the starting line and tied their legs with ropes.

"Pay attention, listen to my command, and remember the leg you want to move!" Hope glanced at the three of them and shouted with great force: "Don't let me take off your chain!"

The three nodded.

However, it is one thing to have confidence, and another thing to actually run.

Mike is okay, after all, he was known as the King of Killers before and has super reflexes, but Hank Pym is a bit stretched.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

After a few mistakes, they have fallen behind several teams.

"Hank!"

Hope shouted anxiously.

Hank Pym is also very anxious. If this continues, the relationship between him and his daughter, which has finally been eased, will return to its original position.

"Mike! Cooperate with me!"

Hank Pym glared and yelled, put one hand around Hope's waist, and then said to Mike: "Take Clark, let's rush over!"

Mike's mouth twitched.

This desire to win is too strong.

He whispered, picked up Clark, and began to adjust himself to the movement of Hank Pym.

In an instant, they were much faster, and then surpassed each opponent. Under the dull eyes of both pairs, they crossed the finish line first.

Can you still play like this?

"Haha! I said I could win!"

Hank Pym smiled smugly at Hope.

Hope snorted softly, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

At this moment, the referee came over and said to them: "The result is invalid."

Mike sighed softly, as expected.

"What? Say it again? Look into my eyes!"

Hank Pym's smile froze and he looked at the referee with cold eyes.

The referee glanced at Hank Pym indifferently, unmoved at all, and said: "You committed a foul. Four people and five feet. You are missing two feet."

Hope looked disappointed, glanced at Hank Pym, turned around and left.

Hank Pym chased after him, but was thrown away by Hope. He stood there and sighed, then turned to Mike and smiled bitterly.

"Dad, I'm going to chase Hope."

Clark gave chase.

Mike patted Hank Pym on the shoulder and said, "Give her some time, don't worry."

After saying this, he walked towards Charles and Eric.

These two little guys have been waving to him since just now. If he doesn't go over, Mike is afraid that the two of them will break his hands, and Hank Pym also needs a little space now.

Among the crowd, a pair of eyes stared closely at Hope. Seeing Hope walking quickly out of the playground, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

opportunity!

As long as he catches this little girl and extorts a sum of money from his rich father, he can find someone to change his appearance and leave here to start over!

He pushed aside the crowd, pressed down the brim of his hat, and chased after Hope.

"Ok?"

Mike paused, looking at the back of the figure running forward that passed him, and frowned slightly.

That face that flashed by, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before...

"It's him!"

Mike suddenly remembered a face he saw on TV a few days ago.

A mutant criminal.

"damn it!"

Mike cursed lowly, and after seeing that the man was not far away from Hope and Clark, he strode after him.

Hank Pym, who had been watching Hope's back closely, feeling secretly sad, was slightly startled when he saw Mike's actions.

what happened?

A question flashed through his mind, and when he saw someone else following Hope, a look of shock and anger flashed across his face.

At the same time, the eyes of the man following Hope and the others were filled with joy.

Yes, just go like this, away from the crowd, and then be captured by me.

"Ah……"

There was a sneer all over his face.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.

Looking back, he saw Mike rushing towards him quickly.

The target...is me?

The man noticed Mike's eyes and felt a shiver in his heart.

He was recognized!

damn it!

The man looked at Hope, who was three to two meters away, and then at Mike, who was rushing toward him. He suddenly gave a ferocious laugh and rushed towards Hope.

No one can stop him from doing this now.

He is a mutant. If anyone dares to stop him, kill him!

"Damn it!" Mike cursed and shouted, "Hope, Clark! Run away!"

There are a lot of people here, Clark can't be exposed because he saves people, he must be warned.

Hearing Mike's voice, the two turned around, and then saw a grinning face getting closer and closer to them.

Hope screamed and was about to be grabbed by the hand. Clark clenched his fist and was about to swing it out when Mike jumped on the man and pinned him to the ground.

Clark glanced at Mike worriedly, grabbed Hope's hand, and the two of them ran towards the crowd.

"Go away!"

With a roar, dazzling electric lights burst out from the man pinned to the ground by Mike, and he waved Mike away.

Oh!

The lightning flashed, causing an exclamation, and then the whole playground became chaotic.

Electricity spread across the man's body, he got up from the ground and rushed towards Hope again.

Seeing this scene, Hank Pym, who was looking at this side, narrowed his eyes, accelerated towards Hope, blocked the two people behind him, rushed towards the mutant without hesitation, and shouted: "Go! "

Damn it, he didn't bring the Ant-Man suit today, and even if he did, he wouldn't have time to put it on now!

For the first time, he felt resentful towards his suit.