The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 51: The resentment of the battle suit

　　 Hank Pym looked at Mike, couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

　　 Clark tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched frantically.

　　 He hasn't seen a father like this.

　　 Looking at the end point not far away, listening to Mike's voice, Clark used a little bit of force to surpass his opponent and came to the first place, passing the end point with an undisputed advantage.

　　 "Haha! I won!"

　　 "First!"

　　 Mike and Hank Pym roared wildly and couldn't help but hug each other, patted each other on the back, extremely excited.

　　 The black couple glared at them with ugly faces, and turned away cursingly.

　　 "Get out of here!"

　　 Mike pointed his **** at the two.

　　 Clark and Hope walked happily, and they were hugged separately.

　　 "Well done! Hope!"

　　 "Of course!"

　　 Hope lifted his chin proudly, like a proud peacock.

　　 Mike bent over Clark’s ear, slammed his elbow against Clark’s chest, and said: "Boy, you have a good grasp."

　　 "Hey!" Clark touched his head happily.

　　 "The award is presented, let's go!"

　　 Mike pushed Clark down.

　　 Clark and Hope walked quickly to the podium.

　　 The two fathers watched below, and Charles and Eric, who were cheerleaders, looked at Clark on the podium and couldn't help cheering.

　　 Prizes are not precious things, but they are important life memories of the two children growing up.

　　 After the awards, Clark and Hope took the time to rest, because the next game was a four-man and five-legged game.

　　 "Can you two do it?"

　　 Hope looked at Mike and Hank Pym suspiciously.

　　 "Heh!"

　　 "Little meaning!"

　　 The two smiled contemptuously.

After a few minutes, the game begins.

　　The participants in the race all stood on the starting line and tied their legs with ropes.

　　 "Attention, listen to my password, remember the leg you want to step on!" Hope glanced at the three of them, and shouted with great momentum: "Don't let me drop the chain!"

　　 The three nodded.

　　 But it’s one thing to have confidence, it’s another to really run.

　　 Mike is okay, after all, he was known as the King of Killers before, and he was extremely reactive, but Hank Pym was a little bit crotch.

　　 One step wrong, one step wrong.

　　 After several mistakes, they have fallen behind several teams.

　　 "Hank!"

　　 Hope yelled anxiously.

　　 Hank Pym is also very anxious. If this goes on, the relationship between him and his daughter has finally eased, and he will return to the original position.

　　 "Mike! Cooperate with me!"

　　 Hank Pim screamed, put one hand around Hope’s waist, and said to Mike: "Take Clark well and let's rush over!"

　　 Mike's mouth twitched.

　　 The desire to win is too strong.

　　 He whispered, picked up Clark, and began to adjust himself as Hank Pym moved.

　　In an instant, they speeded up a lot, and then surpassed each opponent. With a pair of dull eyes, they took the lead to cross the finish line.

　　 can still play like this?

　　 "Haha! I said I can win!"

　　 Hank Pym smiled triumphantly at Hope.

　　 Hope hummed softly, but the corners of his mouth rose.

　　 Just then, the referee came over and said to them: "The result is invalid."

　　 Mike sighed slightly, as expected.

　　 "What? You say it again? Look into my eyes!"

　　 Hank Pym grinned stiffly and looked at the referee with cold eyes.

　　 The referee glanced at Hank Pym lightly, and said, "You fouled, four people and five feet, you are missing two feet."

　　 Hope looked disappointed, glanced at Hank Pym, turned and left.

　　 Hank Pym chased after him, but was thrown away by Hope, stood still and sighed, then turned around to give Mike a wry smile.

　　 "Dad, I'll go after Hope."

　　 Clark chased after him.

　　 Mike patted Hank Pym on the shoulder, and said, "Give her some time, don't worry."

　　 The words fall, and he walks in the direction of Charles and Eric.

　　 These two little guys have been waving to him since just now, but Mike is afraid that they will break his hands, and Hank Pym needs a little space now.

　　 In the crowd, a pair of eyes were staring at Hope closely, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes when he saw Hope was walking quickly to the outside of the playground.

　　Chance!

　　 Just grab this little girl, blackmail a sum of money with his rich father, and then he can find someone to change his face, leave here and start again!

　　 He pushed aside the crowd, pressed the brim of his hat, and pursued Hope.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Mike paused and frowned slightly as he watched the figure passing by and running forward.

　　 That swaying face, where he always felt he had seen it...

　　 "It's him!"

　　 Mike suddenly remembered a face he had seen on TV a few days ago.

　　 a mutant criminal.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Mike cursed in a low voice, and after seeing that the man was not far away from Hope and Clark, he strode after him.

　　Hank Pym, who was secretly looking at Hope from the back, was stunned when he saw Mike's movements.

　　 What's wrong?

　　 A question flashed in his heart. He saw that there was another person following Hope, and his face flashed with anger.

　　 At the same time, the men who followed Hope and their eyes were full of joy.

　　 Yes, just walk like this, leave the crowd, and then I'll be taken away.

　　 "Heh..."

　　 There was a sneer on his face.

　　 Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.

　　 looked back~IndoMTL.com~ I saw Mike rushing in his direction quickly.

　　Target...Is it me?

　　 The man noticed Mike's eyes, and his heart shook.

　　 He was recognized!

　　 Damn it!

　　 The man looked at Hope, three or two meters away, and at Mike who was rushing towards him, suddenly laughed and rushed towards Hope.

　　 Now no one can stop him from doing this vote.

　　He is a mutant, whoever dares to stop, kill him!

　　 "Damn!" Mike whispered and shouted: "Hope, Clark! Run away!"

　　 There are so many people here, Clark can't be exposed because of saving people, he must be reminded.

　　 Hearing Mike's voice, the two turned around, and then they saw a grinning face getting closer to them.

　　 Hope screamed, and when he was about to be grasped by the hand, Clark clenched his fist, and when he was about to throw it out, Mike threw himself on the man and pressed it to the ground.

　　 Clark looked at Mike worriedly, grabbed Hope's hand, and the two ran into the crowd.

　　 "Go away!"

　　 Accompanied by a roar, the man who was pressed by the Mike on the ground burst out with dazzling electric lights, and waved his hand to knock the Mike out.

　　呲!

　　 The electric light flashed, causing an exclamation, and then the entire playground became chaotic.

　　 There was electric light spreading over the man, he climbed up from the ground, and rushed towards Hope again.

　　 Seeing this scene, the Hank Pim who was facing here narrowed his eyes, accelerated towards Hope, blocked the two behind him, and rushed towards the mutant without hesitation, shouting: "Go!"

　　 Damn, he didn’t bring the Ant-Man suit today, and even if he did, he doesn’t have time to wear it now!

　　 He was full of resentment for his suit for the first time.