Mike's, kitchen.

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

Mike shook his head, clamping the chopsticks in his hand up and down, and smirking, "I'll pick up one myself."

Clark pushed the meat in front of Mike, watching Mike pick up a piece of the largest piece of meat, and his small mouth full of oil stains grew slowly. When Mike was about to feed it into his mouth, he swallowed and said, "Dad, okay, is it delicious?"

"I haven't eaten yet!"

"I'll try it for you!"

"You're for me!"

Mike made a thoughtful look, then grimaced at Clark and said, "No!"

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

Clark was sad and felt like he was wrong.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at Clark's expression, Mike laughed happily.

Clark gritted at Mike fiercely, but stuffed the meat from the fork into Mike's mouth, and then smiled at Mike.

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

This child was not raised in vain.

"Eat slowly, daddy goes to wash the dishes."

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

Clark giggled and stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth in front of Mike, but when Mike turned around, he quietly spitted it into the trash can beside him.

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

Clark looked at Mike and stared wide.

Did his father have eyes on the back of his head? He didn't turn his head, how could he know he didn't eat?

"Oh, I know!"

Clark answered loudly, but stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, then put the vegetable enemy into his mouth with a cautious expression, stuffed his little mouth bulge, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Soon, after Clark finished his lunch, he took his plate and bowl, jumped off the chair and ran to the kitchen.

After a while, Mike finished packing the kitchen and picked up Clark who was helping him, and walked upstairs.

When I went upstairs, Clark, who was accustomed to taking a nap, was already lit up his little head.

He put Clark on the bed and said, "Dad goes out and don't run around when you wake up."

"Oh! Dad is back soon."

Clark said in a daze, then closed his eyes.

After Mike covered Clark with a blanket, he turned around and left the room.

After a meal, Clark usually sleeps for an hour, and he wants to take advantage of this time to prepare a surprise for Clark.

Tomorrow, Clark is going to school.

He wants to buy some things for kindergarten.

Locked the door and Mike drove to the town.

Schoolbag, brush, eraser...

He had already thought about the things he bought.

He was still a little worried about leaving Clark alone at home.

"It only takes forty minutes to go back and forth, and Clark will sleep for about an hour, and there will be no accidental killing the thief..."

Murmuring in a low voice, Mike's car speed increased a lot.

...

Clark's room.

After hearing Mike's car ring, Clark, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes, rolled happily on the bed twice, got up from the bed, dragged out a bunch of toys from under his bed, and started playing with it by himself.

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

"I am the messenger of justice! The Red Skull will die!"

Clark was holding a toy in his left hand and whispering, but in his other hand, he was holding a Captain America toy, and the two collided in mid-air.

Clark couldn't help but feel excited when he remembered the story his father told him.

Then……

Click!

Captain America in his hand should not be pinched into pieces.

Clark was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned red.

This is one of his favorite toys.

"Woooooo!"

Clark sobbed quietly, wiped his tears, packed up the fragments of Captain America's toys, looked at the red skull toys on the ground, pouted, stretched out his finger and poked it gently, and said, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault! Captain America was accidentally pinched to death by me!"

After throwing away the red skull toy, Clark came to the window and wanted to see if his father was back, but then he suddenly widened his eyes...

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

Blinking, Clark thought for a while and exclaimed, "This is the perverted thief that dad told me!?"

Thief!

Be a good person with a sense of justice!

Protect your family and family!

Thinking of Captain America who was crushed by himself and the reason his father told him, Clark came to a conclusion in his little head.

The thief is a bad guy, and the bad guy is going to be knocked down!

He took a deep breath, walked to the side of the pass, reached out and raised his bed, strengthened his confidence, clenched his fists and cheered himself up, opened the door and rushed downstairs with a righteous look on his face.

After trotting all the way to the warehouse door, Clark took a deep breath, carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

He must catch the thief and not let the other party run away!

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

He turned his head, picked up a rake and slammed it in his hand. After finding it too light and not satisfied at all, he threw it away casually, picked up a hammer taller than him, and strode over.

"I found you! Damn thief!"

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

I saw the thief squatting and hudging behind the wooden wall where the tools were stacked in the warehouse, as if in great pain, his body was shaking gently and sweating all over.

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

What a cute child.

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

As he said that, Clark swung the hammer in his hand and smashed it at Logan.

Logan was stunned.

This child has great strength and can swing such a big hammer.

But, after all, he is a child.

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

Even if he is in a bad condition now and has not adapted to the Eidman alloy that has just been injected into his body, he still has to deal with this child...

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the moment Logan grabbed the hammer, he screamed in his heart. He had no time to react, so he stared at his round eyes and was hammered out by a hammer.

"Bang!"

He hung it on the wall like a painting.
Chapter completed!