American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 109 Unexpected Farm Visitors

"No, you won't, Star-Lord. You will definitely live longer than your father."

After being stunned for a few seconds, Peter took a deep breath and asked the other party: "Why do you think so?"

"Because I don't want to experience losing you, Dad."

Star-Lord said in a low voice: "Dad, do you still remember the tape I gave you?"

"remember."

“There’s a song by a British singer in it.”

Star-Lord whispered the lyrics; "I will die before you, and never, ever see the glory of this perfect day dim or fade away!"

"That way, Dad, if I die before you, I won't experience the glory of a perfect day dimmed or lost."

Peter didn't expect Star-Lord to be so delicate and sensitive.

With mixed feelings, he hugged the other person to his chest, "No, Daddy won't let this happen. You will never die before Daddy."

He suddenly remembered what he had said to A-Zu about birthdays.

I originally thought that birthdays were like a turnstile, which would take me further and further away, deeper and deeper into the depths, until suddenly one day, birthdays became irrelevant and completely inevitable.

But now, birthdays seem to have a different meaning to me.

Holding Star-Lord in his arms, he looked out the window into the dark night.

The bright moonlight shone in, casting a layer of silver light on the ground.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter calls Officer Chandler to find out what happened at Smallwell Home.

After the "Lucifer" incident, Chandler felt a little distant from Peter.

Knowing how terrible Peter was, he was afraid that he would be killed if he was in a bad mood.

"Cough cough."

Chandler coughed and pretended to be calm, and said to Peter: "The police are investigating this matter. There is no specific clue yet, but this is very similar to what happened a few years ago. Do you remember? That year, people and livestock in the town were sucked of blood one after another, but..."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "This is very different. The body looks like it has been dried naturally."

"so."

Peter nodded.

Similar things happened several times in the town.

Most of them are caused by humans who have been infected and mutated by green kryptonite.

From time to time, pieces of kryptonite and mutants infected by kryptonite would pop up in this town.

Martian Hunter was right. Clark was extremely lucky to be able to grow up healthily.

"Clark!"

After Peter hung up the phone, he shouted to Clark who was still hammering nails outside: "It's getting late, you should go to school."

Clark scratched his head, "Godfather, I don't want to go to school today."

"why?"

"I want to help you fix up the farm."

Clark felt it was his responsibility to fix the ruined farm.

If it weren't for the red kryptonite ring I was wearing, this wouldn't have happened.

“I think these workers are enough.”

Peter pointed to the workers who were working hard around him and said, "Okay, let's go to school."

Clark wanted to say something else, but seeing Peter's expression that seemed to not allow negotiation, he finally nodded with a bitter face.

Smallwell, Talon Club.

Chandler breathed a sigh of relief after ending the call with Peter.

Every phone call with Peter made him tremble.

"Maybe, I should apply for retirement from the police department early."

Chandler complained to himself and drank the wine in his glass.

Sitting next to him was a young man wearing a baseball cap and a black woolen coat.

If A-Zu were here, he would recognize at a glance this down-and-out kid whom he had taught a lesson - Bruce Wayne.

After Bruce secretly listened to Chandler's conversation, he stood up.

Carrying his bag, he walked to the beverage vending machine, put a coin in, and prepared to buy a bottle of drink.

As he was about to leave with his drink, he suddenly heard a cry for help from behind.

Turning around, I saw a few biker gangs molesting a waitress.

"Hey, didn't you know there's a police officer here?"

Bruce pointed at Chandler, but was surprised to find that he had disappeared.

"Officer? You, a fellow who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, are you looking for death?!"

The leader of the motorcycle gang looked at him unkindly.

"I hate to say it, but it's clear that's what I'm planning to do."

Seeing that the police were useless, Bruce decided to take matters into his own hands.

Hearing this, veins bulged on the forehead of the biker gang leader. "Very good! I hope you can maintain this state later."

After that, he looked around and waved at Bruce.

The next moment, a group of biker gang members rushed towards Bruce.

Seeing the opponent attacking him, Bruce immediately dodged the first black man who pounced on him.

He kicked backwards hard, and with a "bang", Neige was kicked to the ground, knocking over a wine table and scattering the wine all over the floor.

Without any pause, he looked at the white member of the motorcycle gang who was in the front. He suddenly lowered his body and took a step forward. After dodging the white man's fist, Bruce punched out and instantly broke the white man's nose.

The latter was so shocked by the intense pain that he lost consciousness.

"Damn it! Quick! Catch him!"

The leader of the biker gang became even angrier when he saw that even with so many of his followers, they were unable to subdue the other party in the first place.

Seeing a group of people rushing over, Bruce, believing in the principle of never giving up, immediately fled towards the safety door.

Seeing that Bruce seemed to want to escape, the burly leader of the biker gang quickly chased after him.

The other party rushed towards Bruce who was trying to escape like a bull in a china shop.

Any customer he touched was knocked to the ground by his elbow, tables were bumped, and drinks spilled.

For a moment, the customers in the bar screamed and the scene was in chaos.

After escaping from the safety door, Bruce quickly discovered that the alley in front of him was a dead end.

"Well, I knew it wouldn't be that easy."

Bruce put down the bag, flexed his wrist, and punched the charging "Bull" hard on the left cheek.

To his surprise, the opponent's skin and flesh were so thick that he looked like a strong male bear, and he actually withstood his attack!
The biker gang leader showed a cruel smile on his face, then stepped forward and wrapped his strong arms around Bruce tightly, as if he wanted to crush him.

Under the immense force, Bruce could only feel the blood rushing up to his head, and his senses were like a balloon filled with blood, constantly expanding and getting bigger.

Bruce, whose neck was strangled, did not lose his composure.

Enduring the cramped and numb feeling in his five senses, he threw his head back hard and hit the opponent's nose with his forehead.

The impact caused the biker gang leader to howl, giving Bruce more room to shake.

Finally, when the opponent was in a state of painful exhaustion, he broke free from the opponent's control and hit the opponent's eye socket with an elbow, giving him a heavy blow.

There was a "bang" sound!
The dizzy biker gang leader fell heavily to the ground, and the ground shook due to his strong body.

After half an hour.

Bruce was standing at the farm gate, carrying his backpack.

Looking at the messy farm in front of him, he was stunned.

Was there a terrorist attack on Mr. Patrick's house?
Or was it a mistake?
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and compared the address carefully.

"Hey, Mr. Padraic."

Just at this moment Peter walked out of the living room. Bruce saw Peter, whom he hadn't seen for more than three years, and greeted him excitedly.

Hearing a familiar voice, Peter looked up at the other person.

What I saw was a young man with a slender figure, handsome and noble face.

"You are."

Peter walked towards him doubtfully and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you Bruce Wayne?"

"Yes sir, I am Bruce Wayne."

Bruce gave him a hug excitedly, "I never expected, sir, that after all these years, you haven't changed at all."

“I’m not really that old.”

Peter coughed and looked at Bruce Wayne who had grown into an "adult" in front of him.

Although Bruce had written to him frequently over the past three years.

But he had never met the other person before, so he didn't recognize him at first.

"I didn't expect you to grow so fast."

He didn't expect that only three years had passed and the poor boy in the rain had grown so tall.

Peter asked him, "Are you of age, Bruce?"

"17. A few months away from adulthood."

Bruce smiled back at him.

"so."

Peter glanced at the bag in his hand, "Are you planning to run away from home?"

"No, I'm past that age."

Peter doubted his words, "Really? In my impression, Bruce Wayne has always been that stubborn and rebellious boy."

"I am also considered a rebel this time."

Bruce explained to Peter: "I plan to travel around the world. Although I can learn a lot in Gotham, I think there should be many people and things in this world that I need to experience on the way to achieve my goal."

"uh-huh."

Peter nodded, "So this is your first stop?"

"This is where I start, sir."

Bruce looked at the farm that seemed to have been bombed, and asked awkwardly, "Sir, can you let me stay here for a few days?"

Star-Lord looked at Bruce with suspicion as he worked with the workers on the farm.

"Dad, is he a homeless man?"

When Star-Lord saw the other person's handbag and dusty clothes, he thought he was a homeless person from somewhere.

"To be exact, he was going to be a tramp."

Peter looked at Bruce's skillful movements and explained to Star-Lord.

"Then he must be without a father and a mother."

As he spoke, Star-Lord looked at Bruce with pity.

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