The Father of American Comics Superheroes - Chapter 227: Important Information and Gifts

Chapter 227: Important Information and Gifts

“This is ……”

Clark looked at the airship in front of him and a glint of joy flashed in his eyes.

“Spaceship.” Mike said faintly, “It’s not from Earth, go inside and take a look.”

Clark answered, and the two walked inside.

The hatch of the spaceship was open, and a console rose as the two men walked in.

Father and son stopped in their tracks and after noticing the small hole in the top, Clark’s eyes lit up, “Dad, is that it?”

“Try it.”

Clark nodded, holding back his excitement, and took out a black key.

It was the key to his baby ship.

A humanoid metal guard floating in mid-air floated out, and without waiting for it to open and launch an attack, Mike, who had been paying attention to the surrounding situation, came to it instantly and slapped it out.

Clark did not care, after the key was inserted, the ship was activated, the original darkness of the ship lit up, and the metal guard flew up from the ground, lifting the defensive posture, still dutiful to guard the ship.

After all these years, this is the only thing still guarding the airship.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the view of the two.

He was wearing a dark robe, with a smile on his face, but when he saw Mike, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

It’s a big announcement, it’s really good, it’s worth installing, even Android and Apple phones support it!

And just as he turned and walked into the spaceship, Mike shouted: “You wait for me, or we will destroy this thing.”

The figure stiffened, looked at Mike, his eyes fell on Clark and could only stand helplessly in place.

He was just trying to guide the two into the ship, how come the other side didn’t follow the usual rules?

Seeing that the figure really stopped in place, Clark was stunned and whispered to Mike, “Dad, what’s going on?”

Dad?

The figure was stunned, as if struck, but then frowned and said, “Please follow me.”

Clark looked at Mike, and after seeing Mike nod, the two walked over.

Clark couldn’t help but say, “Who are you?”

The man smiled slightly, “You’ve grown into a man, Carl.”

He looked at Clark carefully and sighed, “I wish your mother could have seen you now.”

Carl?

Is that my name?

Clark’s eyes twinkled as he asked again, “Who are you?”

“I am your father, or his shadow, or more accurately, an intelligent system formed after he uploaded his consciousness to the ‘key’, my name is Joe Al, your father.”

“Father?”

“Yes, your name is Kal-Al.”

Joe Al smiled and spoke, lifting his chin unnoticeably to Mike.

Mike: “……”

This old thing is demonstrating to himself again?

“Carl-Al?”

Clark gave a smile, turned his head to look at Mike and said, “Dad, I know my other name!”

Mike grunted softly and lifted his chin at Joe Al.

You hear that, another name!

And, he called me Dad!

And he’s been calling me Dad for almost thirty years!

Joe Al looked over at Mike, their eyes met in mid-air, and they suddenly burst out laughing at the same time.

“Hahahaha!”

Clark looked at the two men, bewildered.

Joe Al stretched out his hand and said helplessly, “If I wasn’t just a phantom now, I’d have to thank you for raising Carl so well and being so good.”

Mike shook his head and said, “Clark is a good boy, it’s your genes that are good.”

The two men looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh again.

One of them was the biological father and the other was the adoptive father, both of them were the father of this child and both of them wished the child well.

When they figured this out, they instantly found a common topic.

“Clark, it’s your earth name?” Joe Al’s eyes lit up and he made a gesture of invitation, saying, “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

“Please.”

Mike smiled and the two walked in a harmonious mass toward the ship.

Clark: “?”

What about me?

But looking at the backs of the two men, he suddenly grinned.

This felt so good.

“By the way, you’re a Kryptonian?”

Jor-Al suddenly asked, something strange in his eyes.

“No, it’s a bloodline I copied with my powers.” Mike explained vaguely, saying, “There are many special humans on Earth.”

It was not surprising that Joe-Al found this.

If Mike was correct, the ship had a genetic verification function and had scanned him and Clark for a genetic match when the key was inserted into the console, which was why Joe Al was able to immediately recognize Clark as his son.

“That’s right.” Mike suddenly said, “When this ship activates, does it emit any signals?”

Joe Al spoke faintly and said, “Yes, but don’t worry, no one will pick it up, because this signal can only be picked up by our Kryptonian ships, and this is probably the only Kryptonian ship now.”

Not really…….

Mike muttered inwardly.

“Krypton?”

Clark heard the name from the two men’s conversation and couldn’t help but say, “Is that where I’m from?”

“Yes, son.”

Joe-Al said faintly, and seeing Clark’s face full of questions, he smiled at Mike and said, “We’ll have a nice chat after I’ve answered the boy’s questions first.”

“No problem.” Mike smiled and said, “I was just wondering about you guys, too.”

Joe-Al nodded gently and spoke slowly to Clark.

“You’re from Krypton, where survival is ……”

The other party’s brief description is no different from Mike’s memory. When Mike heard the other party mentioning General Zod’s rebellion and failed to be exiled to the black hole, the corners of his eyes jumped.

And as Joe Al continued to tell, Clark’s doubts for many years finally disappeared, but after learning that Krypton had died, he might be the only survivor, Clark could not hide his sorrow.

Mike patted Clark and said, “You still have me, Eric, Charles and Gwen.”

Clark was stunned and moved to say, “Dad, thank you.”

Joe Al smiled at the scene, once again relieved that his son had met a good adoptive father.

“Come with me, I have a gift for you.”

Joe-Al spoke up and led the two men to a special room.

This was the room on the ship where the flight suits were kept.

The Kryptonian flight suit, or battle suit, was made using Kryptonian technology and could not only be deformed according to the user’s intention, but could also provide very good defence, and could even repair itself over time after damage.

Joe Al’s gift for Clark was a battle suit marked with their family crest.

The tight-fitting style of the battle suit, representing the dark red S symbol of hope is unusually obvious.

Joe Al’s hand waved down, and the battle suit turned into a watch in a flash.

Afterwards, he smiled at Mike and said, “Mike, there’s more over there, if you don’t mind, you can take it.”

Mike raised his eyebrows and said, “Then I’m welcome.”

It seems to be quite a lot?