Marvel's father of superheroes

In the small town of Pandiantigo, New Mexico, Jane Foster temporarily rented a simple research institute.

Clark stepped out of the RV parked next to the institute.

Everyone else drank a lot last night, and except for him and Sol, they all became drunk cats.

After throwing the four people into the research institute, he and Sol spent the night in the RV.

Thor is watching him closely now, because he wants to find out from him the trick and secret of lifting Mjolnir.

But...he knows a damn trick.

He got up at the mere mention of it.

Sol...

Thinking of what this guy said, although it sounded ridiculous and made him still a little doubtful, he now basically believed it when he thought about his Kryptonian identity.

There is no need for the other party to lie.

If you really want to lie, the things you make up are much more credible than what Saul said.

He Thor is the son of Redding, the God of Thunder in Asgard. He was deprived of his divine power because of his mistakes and was exiled to the earth. If he wants to go back, he can only pick up Mjolnir again and regain his power.

Clark sighed softly, remembering the strange power coming from above when he lifted the hammer.

That was also the main evidence that convinced him that Saul was not lying.

Clark's expression changed, he turned to look behind him, and nodded to Thor who was yawning.

Sol also drank a lot last night, but the guy's drinking capacity and physical fitness were not comparable to ordinary people, so he was not drunk at all.

Seeing Clark, Thor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Noticing Thor's expression, Clark smiled slightly: "Don't worry, since I agreed to help you, I will definitely help you."

"You are such a generous man."

Clark shook his head: "You're welcome, because I don't know how to do it either."

Sol showed a bright smile: "I will observe it myself."

Clark agreed to help, and he was already satisfied.

Thinking of what his father said when he was exiled, his eyes darkened.

Only those who are qualified can lift Mjolnir, and he has now lost his qualifications and must find it again.

After a while, Clark woke up Louise, and Jane Foster and the other three also woke up one after another.

"Uh...my head hurts."

Jane Foster pressed her temples and groaned uncomfortably. After pouring a glass of water and drinking it in one gulp, she felt better.

"Jane, we have to leave."

Louise rubbed her eyebrows and whispered.

"Now?"

Jane Foster was startled.

"Yes." Louise sipped the water with a wry smile on her face and said, "We are still working now."

"I hope White won't have my salary deducted when I go back."

Clark added with a smile.

"Oh, poor office worker." Daisy sighed, bumped Jane's arm and said, "You won't deduct my money, will you?"

"It depends on your performance, but judging from the current situation... tsk tsk."

Daisy's face fell.

Everyone laughed.

Jane suppressed a smile and looked at Saul and said, "What about you, what are your plans?"

Thor said without any hesitation: "I want to go with Clark."

Jane was a little disappointed. She planned to ask Sol for some interesting facts about the universe, but she still had some work matters to deal with...

Thinking of this, she could only say: "I will go to New York in a while, and I will contact you then."

Sol nodded, showed a smile, stepped closer to Jane, stared at Jane with a pair of charming blue eyes, until he saw a nice blush on Jane's face, he said slowly in a low voice: " Thank you for your help and care. When you come to New York, I will find a place to receive you."

Jane pushed Sol away hard, patted her chest gently, and took a deep breath.

Seeing this scene, Daisy and Dr. Shavig on the side smiled secretly.

"Goodbye."

Thor smiled, took two steps back, and left with Clark.

……

New York, Queens.

Following his daily habit, Mike wrote today's special food on the blackboard and then returned to the store to start preparations.

Although he only provides one kind of food every day, people who come here to eat have no choice at all, but after a period of operation, they still have a group of loyal diners because of the great taste.

No matter what Mike does, they will always come for a meal every now and then.

Although there are not many people coming to the store, only one or two people come, but there is no interruption.

No, from the time the store opened in the morning until lunch time, there was no shortage of people.

Mike worked from morning until two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Can not be done."

Mike pressed his forehead with a headache.

There are more and more people, which is really nerve-wracking.

In order to reduce the number of people coming, he started selling rice bowls in the morning, but those loyal diners don't care whether it is appropriate for you to eat rice bowls in the morning...

The attitude of I'll eat whatever you do left Mike speechless for a while.

Why are you so easy to deal with...

How about closing the store for a while?Wait until almost all the old customers have been lost before opening?

You can try this method.

Mike nodded secretly.

Just then, the phone rang suddenly.

Clark?

Mike raised his eyebrows and picked up the phone.

"Dad, are you in the store?"

"Here, are you back?"

"Well, let's go now."

"us?"

Mike raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, there are two friends." Clark responded, then smiled and said, "I didn't eat anything on the plane, and I'll be back in half an hour."

"I know, I'll prepare some for you."

Mike smiled, shook his head, and hung up the phone.

After hanging a temporarily closed sign at the door, he returned to the kitchen.

The time was just right, when Clark returned to the store, Mike had just cooked four dishes.

"dad!"

Clark smiled and hugged Mike, pointed at the two people standing in the store, and said: "My colleague Louise, my friend Saul."

Mike: "..."

Louise?Thor?

He knew that Louise was a colleague, but what happened to Saul?

Went to New Mexico this time?

Thor's Hammer?

A thought flashed through Mike's mind and he glanced at Clark suspiciously.

Clark tilted his head slightly and whispered in Mike's ear: "I'll explain to you later."

Mike nodded and said to the two of them: "Mike Kent, Clark's father."

Louise hurriedly shook hands with Mike, but her eyes were still full of surprise and she couldn't help but said: "Uncle, are you really Clark's father?"

Mike smiled and pointed at himself: "Isn't it similar?"

Louise praised: "It's really too young."

Mike looked younger than her. Except for the white hair on his temples, he didn't look middle-aged or elderly at all.

"Sol."

Sol reached out and shook Mike's hand, then nodded.

Although his attitude is not bad, his expression is still arrogant, giving people a condescending feeling.

Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "You're hungry, let's eat first."