Mike's, kitchen.

Clark was happy with a plate of braised pork. Seeing Mike smiling at him, he hesitated, found the smallest piece of meat from the bowl and sent it to Mike's mouth with a fork.

Mike shook his head, and the chopsticks in his hand moved up and down. He said with a bad smile, "I'll clip one myself."

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

"I haven't eaten yet!"

"I'll try it for you!"

"You replace me!"

Mike looked thoughtful, then made a face at Clark and said, "no!"

Then he stuffed the meat directly into his mouth and said with exaggerated expression, "Wow, delicious!"

Clark was sad and had a feeling that he was wrong.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at Clark's expression, Mike laughed happily.

Clark fiercely bared his teeth to Mike, but stuffed the meat on the fork into Mike's mouth, and then smiled at Mike.

Mike was stunned and touched Clark's head. His heart was warm.

The child was not raised in vain.

"Take your time and dad will wash the dishes."

Mike got up, packed up the dishes and chopsticks and walked to the kitchen, but when he came to the door, he turned to Clark and said, "don't just eat meat!"

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

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

Clark looked at Mike with wide eyes.

Does his father have eyes behind his head? Obviously, he didn't turn around. How do you know he didn't eat?

"Oh, I see!"

Clark answered loudly, but he stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth. Then he carefully stuffed the vegetable enemy into his mouth, stuffed his small mouth with a bulging, disorderly chewing twice, and swallowed it.

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

A moment later, Mike finished cleaning the kitchen, picked up Clark who was helping and walked upstairs.

When he went upstairs, Clark, who had the habit of taking a nap, was already lighting his little head.

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

"Oh! Dad will come back early."

Clark said vaguely and closed his eyes.

Mike covered Clark with a blanket and turned away from the room.

After dinner, Clark usually sleeps for an hour. He wants to take advantage of this time to prepare a surprise for Clark.

Clark is going to school tomorrow.

He is going to buy some things for kindergarten.

Lock the door and Mike drives to the town.

Schoolbag, Paintbrush, eraser

He has already thought about what to buy.

Clark was a little worried about leaving him at home alone.

"It only takes 40 minutes to go back and forth, and Clark will sleep for about an hour. There will be no such things as accidentally killing a thief..."

Whispering, Mike's speed increased a lot.

....

Clark's room.

After hearing the sound of Mike's car, Clark, who should have fallen asleep, opened his eyes, rolled happily on the bed for two times, got up from the bed, dragged a pile of toys from under his bed, and played by himself.

Sometimes he didn't want to sleep, so he would pretend to sleep like the people on TV, and then after Mike left, he played quietly in the room by himself.

"I am the messenger of justice! Let the red skull die!"

Clark whispered with a toy in his left hand, but with a toy of Captain America in his other hand, the two collided in mid air.

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

Then

Click!

Captain America in his hand, don't pinch that little hand to pieces.

Clark froze, his eyes red.

This is one of his favorite toys.

"Sobbing!"

Clark sobbed softly, wiped his tears, cleaned up the fragments of Captain America's toy, looked at the red skull toy on the ground, tooted his mouth, stretched out his finger and gently poked it, saying, "it's all your fault, it's all your fault! Captain America was accidentally crushed to death by me!"

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

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

Blinking, Clark thought for a moment and exclaimed, "this is the abnormal thief dad told me!"

thief!

Be a good man with a sense of justice!

Protect your family and family!

Thinking of the captain of the United States who was crushed by himself and the reason his father told him, Clark came to a conclusion in his cerebellar bag.

The thief is a bad man, and the bad man will be knocked down!

He took a deep breath, walked to the pass side, reached out and raised his bed. After enhancing his confidence, he clenched his fist to cheer himself up, opened the door with a righteous face and rushed downstairs.

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

He must catch the thief and not let him run away!

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

He turned his head, picked up a rake and bumped it in his hand. When he found it too light to weigh his hand at all, he threw it away, picked up a hammer higher than him and strode over.

"I found you! Damn thief!"

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

The thief was crouching behind the wooden wall where the tools were stacked in the warehouse, his body trembling gently and sweating heavily.

Logan was shocked when he heard the cry, but he couldn't help laughing after looking up at Clark, who was standing in front of him with a huge hammer and a full face of righteousness.

What a lovely child.

Looking at the other party's smile, Clark was stunned, and then angrily said, "are you laughing at me? Abnormal thief!"

With that, Clark swung the hammer in his hand and smashed it at Logan.

Logan was stunned.

The child's strength is so big that he can swing such a big hammer.

But, after all, it's a child.

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

Even if he is not in good condition now and hasn't adapted to the Edelman alloy just injected into his body, it's still

"Bang!"

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

"Bang!"

He hung on the wall like a picture.

Logan looked at Clark in shock and couldn't help but roast, "Fark! This is a monster in a child's coat!"