The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 55: Uncle? The milk delivery guy? (2/2)

The three of them were instantly full of energy and said: Braised meat!

No problem!

Mike turned around and left.

The three people froze and their faces darkened.

So, this as a father, is to go lazy themselves?

Ugh!

Ah!

Hmph!

Clark said to the two men, Lets get started.

The three found their cleaning tools, cheered each other on, and began to clean.

Charles took the mop and mopped the floor honestly.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure rushed past with great speed, then moved back and forth in the room like a phantom.

Charles looked envious, Clarks speed used in cleaning, but really convenient.

Turning his head to look at Eric, the corners of his mouth twitched and jealousy burned in his eyes.

This guys ability is really convenient!

Just see Eric sitting on a chair, after stretching out his palm, several fast metal pieces flew out from the palm, wrapped around the mop, a thought, the mop began to move.

As if there are several people cleaning together, fast and clean, but they do not even move their hands a little.

Charles looked at his hands and muttered, Rubbish ability! Cant even sweep the floor!

And just as the three brothers were feverishly cleaning, a sports car rushed past the front of the villa.

Hmm?

The person driving the car froze and slammed on the emergency brake.

Zee!

The red sports car stopped with an ear-piercing scraping sound, and a young man who blew his hair up pressed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose downward, looked back at the open gate, frowned, and put the car back in reverse.

What the hell? Hank Pym is back?

Parking the car at the door, the youth got out, straightened his clothes, stood at the door, and walked in with big steps.

Looking at the villa and the yard, he skimmed his lips and muttered, Still the same old style.

Standing at the door of the villa, he was about to ring the doorbell when he pressed his ear to the door.

Nothing could be heard.

With an embarrassed face, he coughed lightly and pressed toward the doorbell.

The doorbell rang, and the youth straightened his clothes again, and when the door opened, and said, You

After a pause, the youths eyes moved down, fingers hooked down sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes full of cynicism, frowned: Kid, who are you? Where is the original owner of this place? Where is your familys owner?

And who are you?

Charles skimmed his lips.

Yo-ho! The youth grinned and laughed, Youre asking about me.

Looking at the other partys indebted expression, Charles resisted the urge to use his ability, and with a twinkle in his eye, he said, Uncle, are you the milk delivery man? Our family did not set, thank you!

With these words, Charles was about to close the door.

Pop! The young man pressed the door, his face darkened, and even said anxiously: What did you say? Milk delivery guy? Uncle?

Isnt that what you heard?

Charles muttered.

The youth took off his sunglasses, pointed at his face and shouted, Look at me with your eyes wide open, where I look like an uncle? Have you ever seen a twenty-one year old uncle?

Isnt that whats in front of you? Charles impatiently waved his hand and said, Whats your name? What the hell is the matter?

Tony Stark! Tony Stark took a deep breath, glared at Charles, smiled faintly and said, I am the dream lover of thousands of young girls, the genius scientist Tony Stark! Not uncle! Not even a milkman!

Charles looked at Tony for three seconds and said expressionlessly, Shame on you!

Bang!

The door to the room closed directly.

The corners of Tony Starks mouth twitched, then furiously pressed the doorbell.

This time it was Eric who opened the door.

Eric frowned at Tony, not waiting for him to speak, then said: Uncle, I want to go somewhere else for dinner!

Bang!