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Mike's house, kitchen.

Clark was holding a plate of braised pork and eating happily. When he saw Mike looking at him with a smile, he hesitated, found the smallest piece of meat from the bowl, and brought it to Mike's mouth with a fork.

Mike shook his head, moved the chopsticks in his hand up and down, and said with a wicked smile: "I'll pick a piece myself."

Clark pushed the meat in front of Mike and watched as Mike picked up the largest piece of meat. His oily mouth slowly grew bigger. When Mike was about to feed it into his mouth, he swallowed and said, "Dad, Okay, is it delicious?"

"I haven't eaten yet!"

"Let me try it for you!"

"You take my place!"

Mike looked like he was thinking, then made a face at Clark and said, "No!"

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the meat directly into his mouth and said with an exaggerated expression: "Wow, it's delicious!"

Clark looked sad and felt like he was wrong.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at Clark's expression, Mike laughed happily.

Clark bared his teeth at Mike fiercely, but stuffed the meat on the fork into Mike's mouth, and then smiled at Mike.

Mike was stunned for a moment and touched Clark's head, feeling warm in his heart.

This child was not raised in vain.

"You eat slowly, and dad goes to wash the dishes."

Mike stood up, packed up the dishes and walked to the kitchen, but when he reached the door, he turned to Clark and said, "Don't just eat meat!"

Clark chuckled, stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth in front of Mike, but when Mike turned around, he quietly spit it into the trash can nearby.

"Clark, it's wrong to waste food."

Clark looked at Mike, eyes wide.

Does his father have eyes in the back of his head?He obviously didn't turn around, how do you know he didn't eat?

"Oh, I see!"

Clark answered loudly, then stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, and then stuffed the vegetable enemy into his mouth with a cautious expression. He stuffed his small mouth until it was bulging, chewed it twice randomly, and swallowed it in big gulps. Go down.

Soon, after Clark finished his portion of lunch, he took his own plate and bowl, jumped out of the chair, and ran to the kitchen.

After a while, Mike finished cleaning up the kitchen, picked up Clark who was helping on the side, and walked upstairs.

When he went upstairs, Clark, who had a habit of napping, was already nodding his little head.

He put Clark on the bed and said, "Dad, please go out for a while. Don't run around when you wake up."

"Oh! Dad will come back soon."

Clark said drowsily and closed his eyes.

After covering Clark with a blanket, Mike turned and left the room.

After dinner, Clark usually slept for an hour. He wanted to take advantage of this time to prepare a surprise for Clark.

Tomorrow, Clark will go to school.

He is going to buy some things for kindergarten.

Locking the door, Mike drove toward town.

School bag, paintbrush, eraser...

He had already thought about what he wanted to buy.

Clark was still a little worried when he was left alone at home.

"It only takes four and ten minutes to go back and forth. Clark will sleep for about an hour, and there will be no such thing as accidentally killing a thief..."

Muttering quietly, Mike's speed increased a lot.

……

Clark's room.

After hearing the sound of Mike's car, Clark, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes, rolled around happily on the bed twice, climbed out of bed, pulled out a pile of toys from under his bed, and played with himself stand up.

Sometimes he doesn't want to sleep, so he will imitate the people on TV and pretend to be asleep, and then after Mike leaves, he will play quietly in the room by himself.

"I am the messenger of justice! Red Skull suffers death!"

Clark shouted softly while holding a toy in his left hand, while holding a Captain America toy in the other hand, and the two collided in mid-air.

Clark couldn't help but get excited when he thought of the stories his father told him.

then……

Click!

The Captain America in his hand was crushed into pieces by his little hands.

Clark was stunned for a moment, his eyes red.

This is one of his favorite toys.

"Woooo!"

Clark sobbed softly, wiped his tears, and after packing up the pieces of the Captain America toy, he looked at the Red Skull toy on the ground, pouted, stretched out his finger and poked it gently, saying: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault. It’s your fault! Captain America was accidentally crushed to death by me!”

Throwing away the Red Skull toy, Clark came to the window to see if his father was back, but then his eyes suddenly widened...

He saw a naked man running from a distance and then rushed into his warehouse.

Clark blinked, thought for a moment, and exclaimed: "Is this the perverted thief dad told me about!?"

Thief!

Be a good person with a sense of justice!

Protect your home and family!

Thinking of Captain America who was crushed by him, and remembering the truth his father taught him, Clark came to a conclusion in his little head.

Thieves are bad guys, and the bad guys must be defeated!

He took a deep breath, walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to lift his bed, and after strengthening his confidence, he made a fist to cheer himself up, opened the door and rushed downstairs with a righteous look.

Walking all the way to the warehouse door, Clark took a deep breath, carefully opened the door and walked in.

He must catch the thief and not let him escape!

As soon as he entered the warehouse, his keen hearing detected the thief's breathing.

He turned his head, picked up a rake and bumped it in his hand. When he found that it was too light and did not fit his hand, he threw it away, picked up a hammer that was taller than him, and strode over.

"I found you! Damn thief!"

With Clark's cry, he suddenly appeared in front of the thief.

The thief was seen crouching behind the wooden wall where the tools were stacked in the warehouse. He seemed to be in pain, his body was shaking slightly and he was sweating profusely.

Logan was shocked when he heard the cry, but after looking up at Clark, who was dragging a huge hammer and standing in front of him with a righteous face, he couldn't help but smile.

Such a lovely child.

Seeing the other party's smile, Clark was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Are you laughing at me? Perverted thief!"

With that said, Clark swung the hammer in his hand and hit Logan.

Logan was stunned for a moment.

This kid is so strong that he can swing such a big hammer.

But, he is a child after all.

Logan smiled faintly, raised his hand, and grabbed the falling hammer.

Even if his current condition is not good and he has not yet adapted to the Adamantium alloy that was just injected into his body, dealing with this child is still...

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound. The moment Logan grabbed the hammer, he screamed in his heart. He didn't have time to react. He stared at his round eyes and was hammered out.

"boom!"

He was hung on the wall like a painting.

Logan looked at Clark in shock and couldn't help but complain: "Fuck! This is a monster in the clothes of a child!"