The Father of American Comics Superheroes

“Clark!”

Looking at Clark, who was walking out of the bathroom, Louis, who was waiting not far away, waved her hand, a white face covered in red from excitement.

“You really missed a wonderful scene!”

Louis happily shook the camera: “Fortunately, I captured it all.”

“Captured what?”

Clark asked curiously, but an imperceptible smile flashed under his eyes.

Louis took the camera and showed Clark the pictures she had just taken.

“After you went to the bathroom, there was an unexpected fight and a mystery man appeared, look ……”

There were many photos, photos of Iron Man, photos of the battle with Iron Man, and photos of him.

Louis and Clark looked at the photos as they walked.

Louis smiled and said, “There are two photos I really like.”

The first one, a photo of Clark in a battle suit, flying silently in mid-air, bathed in sunlight.

Clark looked at it and was satisfied in his heart.

The shot was very handsome.

Although it is a photo, but the cloak behind him like being blown by the wind, in the same way as constantly moving.

The second one, a photo of him holding Iron Man.

Clark’s mouth twitched.

Could this one not be?

He was tempted to reach for the camera and delete this one.

But Louis looked at this photo, but nodded in satisfaction, her eyes glowing: “I actually like this one better.”

Clark: “……”

Louis smiled, handed the camera to Clark, and said, “You can save the picture, it’s a big story.”

“Uh, okay.”

“Who the hell is that guy?”

Louis’s mind went back to the image she had just seen and suddenly sighed, “I hope he’s a good man, the world needs people like him.”

Need such a person?

Clark’s eyes flickered and he smiled, “Then he must be a good man.”

Louis gave Clark a blank look and said, “You’re so optimistic.”

“Heh heh!”

Clark laughed and rubbed his head, saying, “When are we going back?”

“Book a ticket now!” Louis said with a twinkle in her eye, “We have to get back soon! And you better finish the manuscript while you’re on the plane!”

……

Meanwhile, New York.

In a secret laboratory of Hammer Military Industries.

Ivan Vanke was debugging his battle suit.

Rough, wild……

If Tony Stark manufactured a battle suit compared to a cheetah, his battle suit is a brown bear.

A long whip will be mounted on the battle suit, he gently biting his mouth toothpick, with obvious scars on the face full of mocking smile.

Laughing at Tony Stark’s impending loss of everything, laughing at Justin Hammer’s stupidity.

In his plan, Tony Stark would be on his knees asking for his forgiveness and waiting for his trial while the whole world watched, and Justin Hammer, would be the scapegoat……

The real winner only he.

Heh.

He sneered and began to look forward to it.

……

The next day, at Mike’s house.

It was breakfast time, and Mike and Clark were very comfortable with their doughnuts and fresh soy milk.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Gwen came running in with the newspaper.

“Dad! Look! Look!”

Gwen took the newspaper in his hand, flicked it back and forth excitedly, then looked at Clark on the side, and said, “Brother, are you on it?”

Because she knew about Clark’s disguise, she recognized Clark right away.

Clark looked at Mike, his eyes full of questions.

Mike whispered: “You’re on your own, except for Charles, Gwen doesn’t know about your abilities yet.”

With that, Mike took the paper and looked at the picture on the cover, raising his eyebrows gently.

Clark turned his head to look at Gwen, who was staring at himself with wide eyes and excitement, deliberately pondered a little and said with a stony face, “Gwen, can my brother trust you?”

Without the slightest hesitation, Gwen quickly nodded her head.

“Good then!”

Clark nodded solemnly and said, “This is our family’s secret, you can’t say anything about it oh.”

Gwen nodded frantically and said, “I, Gwen Kent, am famous for having a tough mouth that no one can pry open!”

Mike squinted at Gwen: “Ooh, don’t give you two pieces of candy and you’ll tell the secret.”

Gwen said angrily, “Dad!”

Mike laughed and said seriously, “If you tell, it will bring us big trouble.”

“I will never tell!” Gwen patted her chest and said, “I’m the best at keeping secrets.”

“Then Clark tell her.”

Mike said, shaking the newspaper gently and taking a bite of his doughnut.

Clark coughed lightly and said, “First, to answer the question you just asked, that was me in the paper.”

“Yo-hoo!” Gwen cheered and hugged Clark’s arm, jumping in place like a little frog, “That’s so handsome, that’s so handsome!”

Clark reached out and pressed Gwen’s head, after fixing the little guy in place, and said, “My identity, you have to keep it a secret oh.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Gwen nodded her head.

“Well, there’s one more thing to tell you.”

Gwen held her breath.

“Charles, you’ve met him, haven’t you.”

“Uh-huh, he’s the principal of X Academy and he has superpowers too!” After Gwen finished, her small face fell and she said, “You have them, he has them, you all have them!”

Turning his head to look at Mike, Gwen suddenly said, “Luckily, Daddy doesn’t!”

“Uh, that’s the other thing I need to talk to you about.” Clark smiled and pointed at Mike, whispering, “Actually, Dad has superpowers too, and he’s the best.”

Gwen: “……”

Her eyes moved over Mike and Clark, finally landing on Mike.

“Daddy, is it true?”

“Yeah, it’s true.”

“Aaaahhhh!”

Gwen grabbed her hair: “Damn, why not me?”

Clark cupped his chin, following the pattern of Mike talking to them before: “Probably, because you are picked up?”

Gwen: (?Д?)ノ

“Slap!”

Mike slapped Clark on the back of his head, wiped the oil from his hand, and said, “Boy, are you looking for death?”

Gwen was moved: “Dad!”

Clark coughed lightly and said to Gwen: “I picked it up, too.”

Gwen: (?ω?)

She hugged Mike and said, “Daddy, you’re so nice.”

Mike smiled faintly and said, “Well, those things have to be kept secret, okay?”

“I know.”

Gwen nodded very seriously, looked at Mike and Clark, covered her mouth and snickered, sat next to Mike and began to eat breakfast.

A few moments later, Gwen finished her breakfast, grabbed her book bag and rushed out of the house.

After watching Gwen leave, Clark put down his chopsticks and said seriously, “Dad, I don’t think something was right on the playing field that day.”

Whether it was the Iron Battle suit or Obadiah’s death, it all oozed a sense of weirdness.

And that Justin Hammer and his steel battle suit ……

Both appear too coincidental.