The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 55: Uncle? Milkman?

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Eric and Charles stared at the back of Clark's head, expressing their morning resentments.

Clark's forehead twitched and he turned to look at the two of them.

But the moment Clark turned his head, the two of them looked out the window.

Clark turned his head, and the two continued to... stare!

For Clark, who has super senses, this feeling is like a fly constantly swaying in front of his eyes.

Looking at the little actions of the three people, Mike secretly laughed.

One minute later…

"I said, enough is enough for you!"

Clark looked at the two of them angrily and said, "I'm just asking you to get up!"

"Ah, aren't I just looking at you?"

Charles curled his lips and Eric nodded wildly.

Needless to say, it was Charles who had the idea, and only he knew how to piss off Clark.

Clark looked at Mike for help.

Mike tilted his head and said, "Don't look at me and deal with it yourself. Otherwise, you can just beat them up."

"Wow, Dad, you are partial!"

Charles yelled and Eric nodded wildly.

Clark turned his head to look at the two of them in cooperation, scanning up and down with a sneer on his lips.

Charles and Eric winced.

Don't tell me, they are really afraid of Clark like this.

Clark smiled, and the coldness on his face disappeared instantly like frost and snow blown by the spring breeze.

But Charles and Eric also became honest.

Clark: "Thanks dad!"

"hey-hey!"

"Dad, you are partial!" Charles looked at Mike angrily and said, "You are too partial to your eldest brother, making me and Eric look like picked-up guys!"

Mike was stunned: "Didn't you just pick it up?"

The three little guys already know their own life experiences, and this topic is no longer an untouchable taboo among them.

Eric rolled his eyes and whispered, "Stop talking, you'll go crazy."

"Ah!" Charles said angrily: "Big brother picked it up too!"

"But you guys are picking one up and getting one free."

Charles: (○Д○)ノ

Eric:…

I just said that I won’t let you talk, but you just want to find abuse.

Eric glanced at Charles angrily.

Charles held his head and groaned.

Suddenly, Charles and Eric looked at each other and said at the same time: "You are the one who sent it!"

"Hahaha!"

Mike and Clark couldn't help laughing, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the car became joyful.

The four father and son arrived at the destination according to the address.

This is a wealthy area with beautiful environment and numerous villas.

However, there is an exaggerated distance between each villa to ensure that they will not interfere with each other.

"is it here?"

The three Clarks stood at the gate of the villa. After seeing the number on the gate, they turned back and nodded to Mike.

Mike tossed the keys to Clark.

After he opened the door, he drove the car inside.

It was really hard to get into this damn place. If it weren't for Charles' ability, the security would have stopped them.

The yard is very large, with gardens, garages, swimming pools...

This is a very beautiful place, but because it has been unoccupied for a long time and no one is hired to clean it, it looks a bit messy.

Weeds and dust…

Mike looked at the three young men behind him and smiled.

The three people's faces darkened.

They thought they could just move in with their bags, but now... they still have to clean

"Ah! Come on and clean up. I'll buy food for you. What do you want to eat?"

The three of them were instantly full of energy and said: "Braised pork!"

"no problem!"

Mike turned and left.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and their faces darkened.

So, this father is just lazy

"well!"

"ah!"

"snort!"

Clark said to the two of them: "Let's get started."

The three of them found the cleaning tools, encouraged each other, and started cleaning.

Charles took the mop and mopped the floor honestly.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed over at an extremely fast speed, and then moved back and forth in the room like a phantom.

Charles looked envious. Clark's speed was really convenient for cleaning.

Turning to look at Eric, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his eyes were burning with jealousy.

This guy’s ability is truly convenient!

Eric was seen sitting on a chair. After stretching out his palm, a few pieces of metal flew out of his palm and wrapped around the mop. With a thought, the mop started to move.

It's like there are several people cleaning together, it's fast and clean, but I don't even move my hands.

Charles looked at his hands and muttered: "Trash ability! Can't even sweep the floor!"

While the three brothers were cleaning in full swing, a sports car rushed past the villa.

"Um?"

The driver was stunned for a moment and slammed on the brakes.

"Zi!"

Amidst the harsh friction, the red sports car stopped. A young man with his hair blown up pressed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose downwards, looked back at the open door, frowned, and reversed the car again. go back.

"What's going on? Hank Pym is back?"

Parking the car at the door, the young man got out of the car, straightened his clothes, stood at the door, and strode in.

Looking at the villa and the yard, he curled his lips and muttered: "It's still the same old style."

Standing at the door of the villa, when he was about to ring the doorbell, he put his ear to the door.

Nothing was heard.

He coughed slightly with an embarrassed look on his face and pressed the doorbell.

The doorbell rang, and the young man arranged his clothes again. After the door opened, he said: "You..."

After a pause, the young man lowered his gaze, hooked his sunglasses with his fingers, revealed a pair of cynical eyes, and frowned: "Kid, who are you? Where is the original owner here? Where are your adults?"

"and who are you?"

Charles pouted.

"Hey!" The young man grinned and said with a smile, "You still asked about me."

Seeing the other person's expression of wanting to be beaten, Charles resisted the urge to use his abilities, rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, are you a milkman? Our family is undecided, thank you!"

As soon as the words fell, Charles was about to close the door.

"Bang!" The young man pressed the door, with a dark face and even a little angry: "What did you say? Deliver milk? Uncle?"

"Didn't you hear that?"

Charles muttered.

The young man took off his sunglasses, pointed at his face, and shouted loudly: "Open your eyes and see, I look like an uncle there? Have you ever seen a twenty-one-year-old uncle?"

"Isn't this what you're looking at?" Charles waved his hand impatiently and said, "What's your name? What's going on?"

"Tony Stark!" Tony Stark took a deep breath, glared at Charles, smiled faintly, and said: "The person in front of you is the dream lover of thousands of girls, the genius scientist Tony Stark! It's not anything Uncle! Not even the milkman!"

Charles looked at Tony for three seconds and said expressionlessly: "Shameless!"

"boom!"

The door is closed directly.

Tony Stark's mouth twitched, and then he pressed the doorbell angrily.

This time it was Eric who opened the door.

Eric frowned and looked at Tony, and before he could speak, he said, "Uncle, you have to go somewhere else to get food!"

"boom!"