The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 7: Clark's hammer (2/2)

Click!

The little hand of Captain America in his hand was crushed to pieces.

Clark froze, his eyes flushed.

This is one of his favourite toys now.

Oooh!

Clark whimpered, wiped his eyes, wiped the tears, after the pieces of the Captain America toy cleaned up, looking at the red skull toy on the ground, beeped, stretched out his fingers and gently poked and said: Its all your fault, its all your fault! Captain America is accidentally pinched by me!

Casually throwing away the Red Skull toy, Clark went to the window to see if his dad was back, and then his eyes widened with a start.

He saw a naked man, running wildly from a distance, and then rushing into the storage room of his house.

After blinking, Clark thought for a while and exclaimed: Thats the perverted thief Dad and I were talking about!?

A thief!

Be a good man with a sense of justice!

Protect your home and family!

Thinking of Captain America, who was crushed by himself, thinking of the reason his father told him, Clark came to a conclusion in his little head.

Thieves are bad guys, and bad guys need to be beaten!

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

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

He must catch the thief and not let the other side get away!

As soon as he entered the warehouse, his keen sense of hearing picked up the sound of the thiefs breathing.

He turned his head, picked up a rake in his hand and turned it upside down, and after finding it too light not to weigh at all, he casually threw it away, picked up a hammer that was taller than him, and walked over in stride.

I found you! Damn thief!

Along with Clarks shout, he jerked up in front of the thief.

Only to see that the thief is crouching cowering behind the wooden wall of the warehouse stacked tools, as if in pain, the body gently shaking, covered with sweat.

Logan was shocked when he heard the call, but after looking up at Clark, who was standing in front of him with a huge hammer, his face was upright, he couldnt help but smile.

What a cute kid.

Looking at the other partys laugh, Clark froze, and then said angrily: Are you laughing at me? Perverted thief!

Saying that, Clark picked up the hammer in his hand and smashed it at Logan.

Logan froze.

This kid is so strong that he can move such a big hammer.

But, after all, it is a child.

Logan smiled faintly and raised his hand to grab the falling hammer.

Even if he is in a bad state, he hasnt adapted to the Edman alloy just injected into his body, but he still

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the moment Logan grabbed the hammer, he screamed badly in his heart. He didnt have time to react. He stared at his round eyes and was hammered out by a hammer.

Bang!

He was like a picture, hanging on the wall.

Logan looked at Clark in shock and could not help but spit out, What! This is a monster in the guise of a child, right!

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