The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, lifting his heart with one hand and pulling gently and hard

Plucked his opponent over the line.

“Ohhh!”

“That was great! My son is so good!”

“Great!”

A cheer went up and Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

Well done!

Clark’s control over his power was getting stronger.

Mike winked at Clark, who gave Mike a thumbs up, and father and son smiled knowingly.

There was no longer any need to see the result.

Sure enough, several rounds later, Clark’s class won the final victory.

Hank Pim looked at Clark, who was sweating profusely, and said, “Boy, well done!”

This kid, who put in a lot of effort, is it okay to run in the relay later?

He was a little worried.

Clark smiled at him.

Mike patted Clark’s shoulder: “Bah …… did a good job.”

“I’m going to get ready for the race.”

Clark said and turned to leave.

“Go, to the spectator stand!”

Hank Pim trotted and rushed over.

Looking at Hank Pim’s back, Mike couldn’t help but shake his head.

This is the father ah.

After waiting for about half an hour, when the sprint race was finished, it was finally the turn of the men’s and women’s 300×2 relay run.

“Go! Hope! Clark!”

Hank Pim shouted, the excitement was simply more exciting to him than when he was Ant-Man and killed his way inside the enemy.

On the contrary, Mike…..

ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

Still calm.

As long as Hope is not in the other side to reach the finish line before handing the baton to Clark, then this game is not at all suspenseful.

Of course, Mike and Clark simply cannot do so.

“Look, there’s my son! Isn’t he handsome, isn’t he fit!”

A pair of black parents standing next to Mike, see Mike did not cheer, thought Mike came to see the game, excited and Mike introduced his son.

A sturdy black boy.

Mike nodded indifferently.

Thinking that Mike had a good opinion of his son, the pair of black parents immediately showed a kind smile to Mike.

Bang!

The signal gun went off.

The girls, who were the starters, instantly ran out.

“Hope! Go!”

Hank Pim at first was still a small roar, but when he saw Hope’s efforts to charge forward, in order to win the posture of the best effort, still could not help but stand up and loudly add fuel.

Well, something involving his daughter, not at all like a superhero, tech mogul, billionaire.

Finally, Hope handed over the baton in second, and the moment he did, Clark sprinted off and stayed close to first place.

Mike was relieved to see this.

Not too much exaggeration, good.

But at that moment, the black couple beside him shouted out, “My dear, get rid of that black-haired boy!”

Baby?

Mike froze.

“One look at that kid and he’s a sissy, take him out for me, Pitch!”

A sissy?

Mike’s eyes flashed a cold look.

“He’s only good enough to kiss your ass!”

Can’t stand it!

Mike angrily pushed the two away and shouted at Clark, “Clark! Overtake that kid for me and show a little strength! Don’t make it too hard for him to lose!”

The black couple glared at Mike, and that’s when they realized that Mike turned out to be the enemy.

“Baby! Finish him off!”

The two pushed Mike and yelled.

Mike pressed their heads and shouted to Clark: “Fuck!”