American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

Without saying a word, the older cousin picked up one of Tom's toes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The Hulk's Happy Fall routine put Tom down for ten minutes straight!

Finally, Tom, who had turned into a limp lump of mud, was casually tossed aside and thrown into a corner like trash.

Tom, who had been sprawled out in a lump of mud, soon returned to his original state, though he was confused.

Who is it? What happened? Did it get beaten up by a mouse?

Let alone the days I enjoyed with Locke, even Jerry used to bully it, but he never beat it up like this!

I'm so angry! How can I tolerate this!

Well, they really know how to tolerate it.

Tom shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the terrifying power of that little mouse.

Never mind, it's just a piece of cheese.

Tom reached behind him again, and this time it was a bag of dried fish, specially made by Locke when he was looking for someone; it was Tom's favorite.

Somewhat reluctantly, Tom delivered the dried fish to Jerry's door, then hid away again, full of anticipation.

A moment later, sounds began to come from the mouse hole, and a small head peeked out. This time it wasn't Jerry's head; it was also wearing a hat, albeit a black one.

Seeing the other mouse's eyes gradually brightening, Tom instantly sensed something was wrong. Without saying a word, he rushed out, determined not to let the other mice steal it!

However, this time the mouse wasn't so aggressive, nor did it rush to snatch anything. It simply emerged calmly, appearing very elegant—an elegant mouse, a magic mouse.

When the magic mouse appeared, it even bowed to Tom with great elegance.

Then it took action.

He took out a baton, pointed it at Tom, and then flicked it. With a thud, Tom crashed into the ceiling. With another flick, Tom crashed into the ground with another thud.

It rises and falls, rises and falls.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Tom, who had been hit countless times and was seeing stars, was thrown out again.

At this moment, the magic mouse gracefully picked up the dried fish and slowly walked away.

Once things had recovered, Tom was furious!

It glanced at the densely packed mouse holes everywhere, and Tom sprang into action. The whole cat transformed into a gust of wind, holding a hammer in one hand and a plank in the other. With lightning speed, it rapidly sealed off the mouse holes. In just a few seconds, except for Jerry's hole, all the other mouse holes were sealed off by Tom.

Seeing this, Tom revealed an excited yet sly look in his eyes, wondering who would be able to steal it this time!

Tom went all out this time, pulling out a roast chicken, and immediately, an enticing aroma filled the air.

This time, no mice peeked out of their holes. Instead, a little female mouse appeared out of thin air. Faint starlight appeared out of nowhere, and a brightly colored female mouse floated down to the ground, exuding an ethereal, fairy-like aura.

Just as Tom was about to rush out, he held back. The previous two mice were not easy to mess with, and this one didn't look like it was going to be either.

Tom was certainly angry, but he could only hide to the side, glaring angrily at Fairy Mouse.

The fairy mouse had a keen sense of smell, and sensing something unpleasant, it looked up to see a large blue cat staring at it with malice. How could it tolerate that?!

Fairy Mouse instantly extended a finger, seemingly muttering some incantation. The next moment, a beam of starlight suddenly rushed towards Tom. Because the speed was too fast and everything was too sudden, Tom was not prepared to rush out, nor did he expect the other party to make a move. So, without a doubt, Tom was hit directly. This time it was even more serious, instantly shattering Tom's entire body into pieces.

A few seconds later, it recovered at a speed that would make even Majin Buu jump up and down.

At that moment, Tom stared blankly out the window.

So, after thinking about it for so long and waiting for so long, why did it deliberately come back?

Just to get a few beatings?

Most importantly, it wasn't even Jerry who did the beating, which is infuriating!!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

The cat was so angry that steam rose from its body. The next moment, Tom's anger overwhelmed his reason. He ran to Jerry's door and started smashing Jerry's mouse hole with a series of blows!

Instantly, many rats popped their heads out, and the wooden board that was originally nailed in was smashed open.

Tom didn't bother with anything else, just stared angrily at Jerry's hole.

Finally, a familiar little head slowly popped out. When it looked up, it met Tom's incredibly angry little eyes, with fire still rising from its head.

Jerry froze, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and looked again. It wasn't a hallucination.

brush!

Jerry dashed out at the fastest speed he had ever seen, leaping into the air and landing right next to Tom's nose. He grabbed Tom's nose and hugged it tightly, hard, and firmly.

At that moment, Tom's anger vanished without a trace.

Chapter 84 Finding a Father Across Countless Timelines

Locke remained silent, looking at the tiny figure before him, his expression a complex mix of emotions.

"What did you just call me?"

"Daddy!" the little boy called out sweetly.

I must say, this four- or five-year-old kid, with his big, round eyes and rosy skin, looks just like a porcelain doll. He's quite cute and adorable.

But the problem is...

Locke searched through all his memories, but he still couldn't find a match!

Leaving aside Locke's current women, the one he's been with the longest is undoubtedly Natasha. However, Natasha would never secretly get pregnant. Even if she did, she would definitely come to his door, cursing him as a scumbag and twisting his arm.

Aside from Natasha, the longest relationship was with the White Queen Emma, ​​but the problem is, even if Emma secretly got pregnant, she couldn't give birth to a four or five-year-old child.

After hesitating for a moment, Locke asked, "Do you know your mother's name?"

The little kid nodded quickly: "Yes, I know."

"So, is your mother Wanda?"

According to Locke's speculation, only Wanda could create such a large son using the power of chaos.

The little kid quickly shook his head, his little head shaking like a rattle drum.

Locke was even more conflicted and had a bit of a headache.

If it's not Wanda, then who is it?

It can't be a seed from before the time travel, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to travel back in time to find him.

As for whether Locke suspected whether the child was his? Did he even need to suspect that? With Locke's strength, if he couldn't figure out if the child was his own, he might as well just kill himself.

I'm only conflicted because I'm sure about him.

As for where this little brat came from, it's quite strange. This little brat came looking for himself. Early in the morning, Locke was preparing to do some of his favorite activities with Wanda when he heard from his subordinates that a little brat had come looking for his father.

While Locke was still confused and conflicted, Blink, Wanda, and Emma the White Queen couldn't hold back any longer.

Four- or five-year-old toddlers are at their cutest, especially this chubby little one in front of you. He's much cuter than most toddlers, and he's just so adorable. Who could resist him? What woman could resist such a cute little one?

Wanda, in particular, perhaps because she grew up as an orphan, is the one who has the least control over children.

"Honey, why worry so much? Now that we've found him, let's just raise him. He's so adorable."

As she spoke, she went up and started pinching the little boy's chubby little face.

The little boy seemed a bit conflicted, but he still forced a sweet smile onto his face.

The more she looked at him, the cuter he became. The adorable Wanda couldn't resist and immediately picked up the little rascal to play with him.

However, the little boy moved first, taking a small step to avoid Wanda's embrace, and then said cautiously, "Mommy Wanda, you can't hug me, Daddy will be angry."

"It's okay, it's okay, darling won't be angry."

The little brat was very stubborn and dodged away again. You can play with his face however you want, but you absolutely cannot hug him, not even if you kill him!

Not only that, the little kid also resolutely resisted other intimate activities.

Wanda was getting a little angry.

White Queen Emma chuckled. Unlike Wanda, she hadn't lacked love growing up, but she still felt a certain fondness for this adorable little one, which stirred her maternal instincts.

"Wanda, let me do it."

Unexpectedly, the little brat refused even more vehemently.

There's only one attitude: playing with their face is fine, but kissing or hugging is absolutely out of the question. If they even try, the little brat will immediately turn around and run away.

Whether it was a coincidence or something else, Wanda and the White Queen, with their current strength approaching that of the Heavenly Father, never managed to grab him and force a hug even once.

Finally, even Blink, who had just arrived, joined in, and the three women surrounded the little brat.

Despite their ability to teleport, the three women still couldn't catch the little brat even once, but they were having a blast and seemed to be getting more and more excited.

At this moment, Locke narrowed his eyes slightly.

First of all, he can still confirm that this is his descendant, the blood relationship can be confirmed, but this little brat seems to be a bit unusual.

The power of time, the power of space, the power of chaos, and the power of the phoenix were activated simultaneously, and a rainbow seemed to appear in Locke's eyes.

I can't see through him, I can't see anything wrong with him. Inside and out, from top to bottom, he's just an ordinary little kid.

But this is precisely the biggest problem.

Something's not right, this kid is acting strangely!

Whether it's his resolute resistance to intimate contact with Locke's women, or the fact that he's never been caught once from the beginning, this little brat seems strange no matter how you look at him.

"For example, if someone could actually 'deceive' me through the spying of my four powers, and even forcibly establish a bloodline connection with me without my permission..."

Locke frowned even more deeply. It wasn't that such an existence didn't exist, but at the very least, it would need to be a high-level single entity. Even most of the Celestials would not have such an ability, and there was even a high probability that it would be a multi-dimensional being!

But here's the question: would anyone be so bored as to pull off something like this, just to annoy him? Or to make fun of him?

"brat."

The little boy suddenly turned around and said sweetly, "Daddy, did you call me?"

"What's your name, little one?"

The little kid was about to utter a sound when his expression suddenly changed. Locke's expression also changed slightly. He had a vague feeling that he had just discovered a strange change.

But even with his abilities, he couldn't detect what the change was!

“Roger Payne! Dad, that’s my name.”

“Roger Payne…” Locke suddenly looked at the little kid with a half-smile: “Why do I feel that the name Franklin Benjamin Richards would be more appropriate?”

The little kid's face immediately fell: "Time Watchers are the worst!"

"It really is you!"

The little boy's chubby face immediately puffed up like a bun: "Daddy, you're so mean! You tricked a little kid like me!"

"Really, how did Dad guess? I must have already disrupted the spacetime around you so that it would be easy to rewind at any time."

A thud landed heavily on Franklin's head: "Any more guesses? The multiverse wouldn't play this kind of joke on me. What multiverse would be crazy enough to find itself a father? Those top-tier individuals are either insane or prepared to fight me to the death, otherwise they wouldn't be so crazy as to become my son."

"Let's use the process of elimination; that leaves only you, you little brat."

Franklin rubbed his temples. "Alright, alright, Dad knows too many secrets. I guessed I might not be able to keep it from you, but I didn't expect it to be discovered so quickly."

Locke frowned slightly: "Why do you keep calling me Dad?"

"Because you are my dad!"

"Your father is Reed Richards."

"Hehe, I don't want that idiot rubber man." The little kid's tone was full of disdain.

"Not only is he incompetent and useless, but with that self-proclaimed clever brain, he gets into so much trouble that he can't even solve it himself. Plus, he's a complete straight man, an idiot!"

"What's most outrageous is that it keeps going bankrupt, and that idiot won't even let me use some good baby formula!"

Disdain, utter disdain, incessant disdain. If this brat wasn't interrupted, Locke felt he would keep ranting and raving about Reed Richards until he was utterly humiliated.

Another slap landed on Franklin's head: "Get to the point, what exactly are you up to?"

"I want a dad!"

· 0 flowers requested ········