The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Clark dragged the hammer, puffed up and looked at Logan, a small white face like a fleshy bun, looking cute.

Logan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, after the surprise could not help but reveal a smile.

This child …… is a mutant!

Ordinary children absolutely cannot afford to hold this hammer.

His gaze could not help but then the softening up, and a smile appeared on his face.

Clark but alert backward steps, and said: “Perverted thief! What do you want! Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something bad in mind?”

Logan’s face stiffened and he said, “I’m not a pervert!”

Clark raised the hammer in his hand, glared at Logan, and said, “My dad says that people who don’t wear clothes and show their hairy …… big caterpillars in front of children are perverts!”

The corners of his mouth twitched, Logan spat: “What did your dad teach you? Is his brain sick?”

“Do not say anything bad about my father! You perverted thief!”

Clark held up the hammer, with short legs once again rushed to Logan.

“Yeah!”

Clark yelled.

Logan looked at Clark amusedly. After turning to avoid him, he looked at the big hole in the wall, his mouth twitching frantically.

“Bah!”

Clark spit out the ash from his mouth and shouted to Logan: “If you have the ability, don’t hide!”

“Haha!”

Logan was so amused by Clark’s appearance that he burst out laughing.

Just then, Mike, who had come home, heard the commotion in the warehouse and pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see a butt-naked man grinning at his son.

Grrrrrrr! Demented pervert!

Anger burned in Mike’s heart, and the next second his heart pounded violently, and when the man heard the commotion and turned around quickly, a flying kick landed right on the other man’s chest, sending him flying.

Logan fell to the ground, grinning, his hands clenched, Edman almost couldn’t control his claws.

Clark held the hammer and ran over ‘babbled,’ Mike took a stride, held Clark in his arms, and took Clark’s hammer in his hand. With a wave of the hammer in his hand, it pressed against the chest of the man who wanted to get up. .

Logan paused and looked at Mike helplessly: “Man, believe me, this is not what you think, I am not a bad person.”

Mike looked at the other side of the face, under the eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible doubt, and then said: “Name.”

Logan said faintly: “Logan.”

Sure enough, it was Wolverine.

Mike groaned and said, “It seems that you have encountered something bad.”

Logan gave a bitter laugh: “Incredibly bad.”

“Damn it ……”

Thinking about what happened to him during this time, Logan could not help but cursed in a low voice.

Mike picked up the hammer to the side and said, “Get up.”

Clark whispered to Mike: “Dad, he’s not a thief?”

Mike patted Clark’s head and smiled, “Shouldn’t be a thief.”

Hearing this, Logan nodded, how could he be a thief?

“At most, he’s a pervert!”

The smile that Logan had just put on his face froze.

“Haha!”

Mike laughed happily.

Put Clark on the ground, Mike drew it in his pocket, took out a change, walked to Logan, whistled to Logan and when Logan looked suspicious, he tucked it into Logan’s hand. Holding Clark by the hand, he walked out of the warehouse and said, “If you don’t mind, I have some old clothes that I can lend you to wear.”

Logan took a piece of money and stood frozen in place, somewhat moved and at the same time somewhat puzzled.

He had met a good man, but why give him money?

Logan looked down at himself, and remembered Mike’s whistle, as if struck by lightning, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and yelled: “Fart! You’re the stripper!”

“Haha!”

Mike’s laughter came from outside.

Logan’s face was ugly, but he chuckled. He walked to the door of the warehouse and was about to walk out. When he was about to walk out, his crotch felt cold, but he stepped back and shouted at Mike: “Man, first get me a pair of pants!”

Half an hour later……