Marvel: Father of Superheroes

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: The Resentment of the Battle Suit



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Hank Pym looked at Mike and couldn't help but shake his head, laughing.

Clark tilted his head and stared, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

He had never seen his father like this before.

With his gaze fixed on the distant finish line and listening to Mike's voice, Clark applied a bit more force and swiftly passed his opponent, taking the lead and crossing the finish line with undeniable dominance.

"Haha! I won!"

"First place!"

Mike and Hank Pym yelled in unison, unable to contain their excitement as they embraced each other and patted each other's backs, overflowing with joy.

The black couple glared at them with ugly expressions, muttering curses as they turned to walk away.

"Get lost!"

Mike flipped them off as they left.

Clark and Hope, smiling, walked over, each of them receiving a hug.

"Nice job, Hope!"

"Of course!"

Hope raised her chin proudly, like a peacock flaunting its feathers.

Mike bent down, whispered in Clark's ear, and gently nudged his chest with his elbow, saying, "Well done, kid."

"Heh heh!" Clark grinned, ruffling his own hair.

"The awards ceremony's starting, go on!"

Mike nudged Clark toward the podium.

Clark and Hope quickly made their way to the stage.

The two fathers watched from below, while Charles and Eric, as the cheerleaders, couldn't help but cheer as they saw Clark on the podium.

The prize wasn't anything valuable, but it would become an important memory in the children's growth.

After the awards, Clark and Hope made sure to rest up, as the next event was the four-legged race.

"Do you two even know what you're doing?"

Hope looked at Mike and Hank Pym with skepticism.

"Heh!"

"Piece of cake!"

The two shared a disdainful smile.

Minutes later, the race began.

The participants stood at the starting line, their legs bound together with a rope.

"Listen up! Pay attention to my command and remember which leg to step with!" Hope scanned the three of them, shouting with great intensity, "No one better mess this up!"

The three nodded.

Confidence was one thing, but actually running was another.

Mike was fine—after all, he had once been called the King of Assassins, with reflexes second to none. But Hank Pym was a different story.

One misstep led to many more.

After several mistakes, they had fallen behind several teams.

"Hank!"

Hope yelled in frustration.

Hank Pym was also feeling desperate; if this kept up, he would undo all the progress he had made in repairing his relationship with his daughter.

"Mike! Help me out!"

Hank Pym shouted, his eyes wide, as he grabbed Hope by the waist, then turned to Mike. "Keep Clark steady, and let's push through!"

Mike twitched his mouth slightly.

His desire to win was over the top.

He muttered quietly, picked up Clark, and began to adjust his pace to match Hank Pym's.

In an instant, their speed surged, and they passed team after team, finally crossing the finish line in the lead, much to the astonishment of the onlookers.

So this is how it's done?

"Haha! I told you we could win!"

Hank Pym grinned triumphantly at Hope.

Hope let out a soft hum but couldn't help but smile.

Just then, the referee walked over and said, "The results are invalid."

Mike sighed quietly; he had expected this.

"What? Say that again? Look me in the eye!"

Hank Pym's smile froze, his eyes growing cold as he stared at the referee.

The referee merely glanced at Hank Pym, unfazed, and said, "You broke the rules. In a four-legged race, you're missing two legs."

Hope's face fell, and she shot Hank Pym a disappointed look before turning and walking away.

Hank Pym tried to chase after her, but she pushed him away, leaving him standing there with a sigh. He turned back to Mike and gave him a wry smile.

"Dad, I'm going after Hope."

Clark hurried off to catch up with her.

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

With that, he walked toward Charles and Eric, who had been waving at him from earlier. He figured if he didn't go over soon, they'd keep waving his arm off. Hank Pym needed some space now anyway.

In the crowd, a pair of eyes watched Hope closely. As she walked briskly toward the exit of the field, a flash of excitement gleamed in those eyes.

Opportunity!

All he had to do was capture the little girl, extort a sum of money from her wealthy father, and then he could change his appearance, leave this place, and start over!

He pushed through the crowd, pulled down the brim of his hat, and began chasing after Hope.

"Hmm?"

Mike paused, watching the figure that brushed past him and ran ahead. His brow furrowed slightly.

That fleeting face… he felt like he had seen it before…

"It's him!"

Suddenly, Mike remembered the face he had seen on the television a few days ago.

A mutant criminal.

"Dammit!"

Mike muttered under his breath. Seeing that the man was already close to Hope and Clark, he quickly moved to close the distance.

Hank Pym, who had been following Hope from behind with a worried expression, froze for a moment as he saw Mike's movement.

What's going on?

A question flashed in his mind as he noticed another person following Hope. His face twisted in anger and alarm.

At the same time, the man trailing behind Hope's group was filled with excitement.

Yes, keep going, leave the crowd, and then I'll grab you.

"Heh..."

A cold smile spread across his face.

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning around, he saw Mike quickly closing in on him.

Is he… targeting me?

The man noticed Mike's gaze and felt a chill run through him.

He'd been recognized!

Dammit!

The man looked back at Hope a few meters away, then at Mike charging toward him. He suddenly grinned savagely and sprinted toward Hope.

No one could stop him now.

After all, he was a mutant! Anyone who dared to block him would be eliminated!

"Shit!" Mike cursed, shouting, "Hope, Clark! Run!"

There were too many people here. Clark couldn't afford to expose his abilities while trying to save someone. He had to warn them.

At the sound of Mike's voice, the two turned around and saw the man's grotesque smile growing ever closer.

Hope screamed just as the man's hand was about to grab her. Clark clenched his fist and prepared to strike, but Mike leapt onto the man, pinning him to the ground.

Clark, still worried about Mike, grabbed Hope's hand, and they ran into the crowd.

"Get off!"

With a roar, the man, pinned to the ground by Mike, emitted a dazzling flash of electricity, swiping his arm and sending Mike flying.

Zzzzzt!

The electric sparks flashed, causing a stir among the crowd. Chaos broke out across the field.

The man, his body crackling with electricity, rose from the ground and charged once again toward Hope.

Seeing this, Hank Pym, who had been heading in their direction, narrowed his eyes. He sped up, rushing to block Hope and Clark, and without hesitation, charged at the mutant, shouting, "Go!"

Dammit, he hadn't brought the Ant-Man suit today, and even if he had, there was no time to put it on!

For the first time, Hank Pym was filled with resentment toward his suit.

(End of Chapter)


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