The Godfather of American Comics

The sky was getting dark, and the shiny black car stopped in front of Weller's house. Weller got out of the car with little Hope in his arms. Little Hope turned back and waved to Frank.

"Goodbye, Uncle Frank, you look great!"

Facing Hope's sincere compliment, Frank forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, stepped on the accelerator, and disappeared in a flash.

Hope's face was full of doubts, and he clasped his face with his fingers: "Why do I think Uncle Frank is about to cry?"

"He was so moved that he almost cried."

Weller said softly.

"That's great!"

Little Hope clapped her hands happily, jumped off Weller, trotted to the door, stood up on her toes, and pressed the doorbell.

"Not enough!"

Little Hope's little face puffed up. When Weller was about to pick up Little Hope in a funny way, Little Hope's body slowly flew up. After she pressed the doorbell, her body fell down again.

"Pressed!"

Little Hope narrowed her eyes happily.

Weller touched little Hope's head: "You little fool, you don't have to ring the doorbell at your own home."

"I'm not a little fool!"

Little Hope retorted loudly. After seeing Weller take the key and open the door, he pouted unhappily and whispered: "Okay, I am indeed a little fool."

"Ha ha!"

Weller smiled happily, led little Hope into the house, turned on the light, and little Hope cheered and rushed upstairs.

"Tony! Tony! I went to the aquarium today!"

Weller smiled and shook his head.

The relationship between Little Hope and Tony is getting better and better, and sometimes even he is a little jealous.

Little Hope yelled and ran to Tony's door, but suddenly lowered her voice, showed a sly smile, quietly opened the door and walked in.

Tony's room was dark, but little Hope found Tony's bed accurately.

Just when Little Hope was about to scare Tony, she found that Tony was constantly mumbling in a low voice.

Curious, she put her ear to it.

"sorry Sorry……"

The constant murmuring of apologies was full of pain.

Little Hope tilted her head, with some doubts in her eyes.

Why do you still apologize when you are sleeping?

She looked at Tony, and a blush appeared in her eyes.

Injury, pain, regret...

Feeling Tony's emotions, Little Hope reached out and pressed on Tony's forehead distressedly.

The next second, Tony slowly calmed down and then opened his eyes.

"Who?"

He screamed and sat up suddenly.

"It's me! Hope!"

Little Hope pointed to her nose and smiled at Tony.

"Jarvis, turn on the light!"

The room brightened with Tony's voice.

Looking at the smiling little Hope, Tony couldn't help but feel relaxed.

“Sleeping really comfortable!”

Tony stretched, picked up little Hope and got out of bed.

Little Hope glared at Tony: "You lied!"

"Huh? What lies?"

Tony was stunned.

"You are obviously sad."

Little Hope murmured softly, and without waiting for Tony's reaction, she stretched out her hand and patted Tony's head, imitating Weller's way of comforting her: "Oh, oh, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Hope is here."

Looking at little Hope's serious look, Tony felt funny, but it felt like a ray of sunshine shone into his heart, making him extremely warm.

Never express yourself in front of outsiders

Suddenly, an impulse surged in his heart, and he rushed downstairs with little Hope in his arms.

Little Hope is his!He wants to be little Hope's father!

After a few minutes...

Tony walked out of the kitchen in a cold sweat.

He was very lucky not to be killed by Wheeler.

Hope stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Tony wipe his sweat, covering his mouth and snickering.

Tony coughed lightly and said, "I'm going to the lab."

I used a lot of ammunition yesterday and haven't had time to reload it yet.

"I am coming too!"

Little Hope yelled and rushed into the laboratory.

Listening to the commotion outside, Weller shook his head helplessly.

Tony pulled little Hope into the laboratory amid Jarvis's welcome.

Yesterday's battle did not cause much damage to the steel suit. After repairs, not even a trace of scar was left.

"What are we going to do?"

Little Hope looked at Tony expectantly and looked at the parts in the experiment excitedly.

"Change ammo."

"I want to help!"

Little Hope raised her hand.

Tony smiled slightly, walked to the steel suit standing in the laboratory, and began to change ammunition.

"Jarvis, start... wait, I'll do it myself."

Tony gave up his intention to load the ammunition actively and decided to load the ammunition together with Little Hope.

He couldn't dampen Little Hope's enthusiasm.

"This is a special bullet that is mounted on the shoulder-mounted mini-cannon."

"Here, take this. Even though it's small, it can easily blow up a tank."

"Blow up!"

Little Hope held the miniature missile in his hands, his eyes shining.

"Come on, put it here."

Tony picked up little Hope and guided him to install it on the arm of the steel suit.

"Perfect!"

Tony praised and placed little Hope on the ground.

He has to do the rest.

"Mr. Stark, there is news about you here, maybe you should read it."

Along with Jarvis's voice, a picture popped up on the computer screen not far away. It was the picture of him fighting terrorists in the Middle East last night.

In a few hours, with the super performance of the steel suit, Tony made great achievements in fighting terrorists, and this also made him noticed by interested people in just one day.

After all, compared to current weapons, his steel suit was too advanced.

Tony looked at the news and said calmly: "This has no impact on me. Decide on the target for today's attack. We will set off after dinner."

This is just the beginning.

After a pause, Tony continued to ask: "Has SHIELD found any new evidence?"

Although his identity as a criminal does not affect his actions against terrorists, this life of careful hiding makes him very unhappy.

"Unfortunately, there is no new news."

No new news means no substantial progress.

However, what surprised Tony was how strong the force that wanted to kill him was. Even SHIELD's investigation was making slow progress.

……

Meanwhile, in Manhattan, Obadiah's home.

Looking at the weapons orders received one after another, Obadiah's face smiled like an old chrysanthemum.

Although he didn't know what was happening in the Middle East, no matter what the situation, these orders meant that he was going to make another big fortune, which made his heart that was panicked by Tony's disappearance much more comfortable.

Tony Stark…

Thinking of that face, Obadiah was still a little uneasy.

He always felt that the other party would jump out at any time and take away everything he had.

However, he could never find any news about Tony Stark. Even after asking for help from that mysterious power, there was still no news about Tony Stark.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, he received a message.

Opening it and taking a look, his eyes slowly widened, and then his face turned ugly.