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

Chapter 114: Fighting against the hypocrite in the name of justice

After Peter received Bruce's call, he immediately rushed to the destination according to the address given by the other party.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the door of a villa.

Peter became more alert as he sensed the weird feeling emanating from the villa in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Peter opened the door and walked into the living room, only to see Bruce waiting for him on the second floor.

"Hey, Bruce."

Peter stood in the living room, looking at Bruce with a dazed expression, frowned and shouted at him: "Bruce, what are you doing?"

Just as he was about to move forward, he saw Bruce suddenly pull out a gun and point it at him.

Pointed at by the black muzzle of a gun, Peter stopped and looked at him with a frown.

"Bruce, do you want to shoot me?"

Looking at the other person's dazed look, Peter knew that this boy's mind must have been affected.

But being pointed at with a gun still made him very uncomfortable.

"No, you shouldn't have done that to Katie. I always thought of you as a father. You shouldn't have done that."

Bruce said struggling in pain.

"what did I do?"

From Bruce's words, he roughly understood that the bitch Katie Wiznewski must have been slandering him for something.

“You shouldn’t have done that”

Bruce didn't answer, but lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Under the control of Katie Wiznewski, his finger tapped the trigger, as if the bullet would be fired in the next second.

But under the influence of self-control, he never pulled the trigger.

Watching Peter, he felt like he was back in the crime alley where his parents died.

The only difference is that this time I became the robber holding the gun, and my parents became Peter.

As long as you pull the trigger, everything will change, and fate will return to its original track with the sound of your gunshot.

"no no!"

Grabbing his arm, Bruce did not shoot the bullet in the end. Instead, he squatted on the ground and hugged his head in pain.

"Whoosh!"

Peter moved towards Bruce instantly, only to find that the environment in front of him suddenly changed.

Bruce, who was originally standing on the stairs, had disappeared, and a white mist instantly filled the air.

Standing in the foggy area on the second floor, Peter frowned and looked left and right.

Is this magic?
Feeling the unknown aura in the air, Peter, who had once fought with "Lucifer", quickly recognized that the changes in front of him were probably caused by magic.

"Peter Padrick."

As he was observing his surroundings, he heard a familiar voice.

Looking downstairs, Peter spotted where the fog had cleared and Katie Wiznewski was walking over with a book.

"I never thought you were a superhuman. This is really surprising. This is the first time I've seen someone like you. Are you an alien?"

Katie took a step towards him, holding a thick book with ancient patterns.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Parrs. We are similar people. You are an alien and I am from the past."

"People from the past?"

Peter frowned and looked at him, "What do you mean by the past? Are you dead?"

"In a sense, yes, I am a man from the eighteenth century, and was burned to death by the church, but you know, witches always like to keep some tricks, so I left a magic in this book."

She raised the magic book in her hand towards Peter and said, "Once any of my descendants reads this book, I can take over her body."

"I was originally very interested in you, but unfortunately, you ruined our relationship. But it doesn't matter. I'm being honest with you now, just hoping that you can reconsider this relationship."

"uh-huh."

Peter nodded. "Sorry, I'm not interested in old women. I like wine that is more mellow as it ages, but as for women, the older they are, the less interested I am. By the way, it was not unjust for the church to burn you to death. After all, you were a bitch who didn't even let your own offspring go!"

"Shut up!"

After being mocked by Peter, Katie yelled angrily.

As she spoke, countless metal weapons came towards Peter.

The weapon flashing with cold light instantly flew in front of Peter.

Seeing this, Peter raised his arms to his chest.

With a "clink" sound, the sharp metal weapon was bounced to the ground by Peter's arm.

Katie was surprised to see that Peter was unharmed, and immediately swung a purple magic energy whip towards Peter.

Facing Katie's attack, Peter condensed the energy ball of the divine power in his body in his hand and threw it towards the opponent.

With a dull "bang" sound, the magic energy whip was destroyed into stardust by the power of God.

As if she had not expected Peter to have this trick, Katie immediately stepped back, dodged the energy ball, and summoned fog again to surround Peter.

Seeing that the other party wanted to escape, Peter immediately flashed and moved to the other party's position in an instant.

However, when he wanted to reach out and grab the other person, Katie's body disappeared without a trace like a mirage.

Frowning, he quickly searched the entire villa, but not only did he not find Katie, even Bruce had disappeared.

Talon Club. Bruce and Katie escaped from the villa area and walked into this bar.

This bar where he had fought was rather deserted, probably because it was not the peak business hour.

Bruce walked over to the bar. The guy behind the bar was an experienced old sailor with long ears and a crooked hooked nose.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?"

the bartender asked him.

Bruce covered his forehead and said loudly, "Rum."

"What kind of rum would you like, sir?"

Bruce held his head and thought about it.

Which kind of rum do you want?
What's in it? A daiquiri? A mojito? A hurricane? Painkiller?

He thought for a moment and said, "Painkillers, I need painkillers."

But then a female voice came on, "Give him a cup of Enlightenment Tea, Dan, give him a cup of Mama Juana."

Bruce raised his eyes and saw that it was the female waitress he had rescued before.

Bruce shook his head, trying to dispel the strange thoughts in his mind.

With a "bang", the bartender put a can on the bar, then picked up the can and poured something into the glass. It was a brown liquid, a bit like Coca-Cola, but more turbid than Coke.

Bruce looked at the bartender unsatisfiedly and said, "I need much more than this."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, then took the glass away, put down a pint glass, poured the liquid into the large glass again and started shaking it quickly!

Bruce looked at the woman next to him - a chubby-cheeked, green-eyed chick with uneven golden hair, some of which was tied with little pink bows.

Bruce took a sip.

It tasted like - he couldn't even put his finger on what it tasted like.

There was the caramel taste of wine, the sweetness of honey, but it also tasted like licking tree roots, a bunch of random things picked up in the woods - thistles, thorns, bark, twigs - and then thrown into the liquid in his glass.

It was like birch beer spit from Satan's mouth, and he found himself liking the feeling a little.

"Sir, thank you for your help before. This drink is my treat."

The girl thanked Bruce.

"I think you may be in a little trouble, but I believe that a kind person like you will always find a way to solve it."

Listening to what the girl said to him, Bruce was stunned for a moment and the expression on his face changed.

The spirit controlled by Katie also loosened a little.

“Am I a good person?”

The girl nodded. "Of course, you are a good person."

Looking at the other person's serious expression, Bruce touched the pistol at his waist. Just as he was about to say something, Katie came over.

Sensing Bruce's mental fluctuations, Katie looked at the girl with a gloomy look.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the other person's arm, ready to suck the life out of this girl she hated.

Bruce realized what Katie was trying to do and immediately pushed the girl away and threw the drink at the bartender.

"Damn rum! It tastes like horse piss!"

Seeing that Bruce was trying to cause trouble, the security guard in the bar immediately walked towards him.

Because of Bruce's deliberate behavior, the two sides soon fought each other due to the conflict.

Outside the bar, there happened to be a group of TV reporters filming on location.

Realizing that they might have discovered news material, the reporters immediately pointed their cameras inside the bar.

at the same time.

A-Zu and Star-Lord are watching TV at home.

What was being broadcast on TV was a live news broadcast of a bar patron beating up a security guard.

"Uh"

A-Zu stared at the blurry figure of the person who took action in the picture and said uncertainly, "Does that look like Bruce Wayne?"

When Star-Lord heard this, he immediately came over to the TV.

Looking at the man who looked like Bruce, he scratched his head in confusion, "Yes, he looks a bit like him, but didn't Dad say that Bruce is a very rich billionaire? Why did he hit someone? Was it because he ate a free meal?"

"Probably. After all, this guy is the kind of person who stirs up trouble."

A-Zu said with his eyes shining.

He stood up suddenly, staring at Bruce's figure on TV with shining eyes.

"Very good, this guy pretending to be a good guy has finally been exposed."

He felt he had found a good opportunity.

Not only can I expose this guy's disguise in front of my dad, but I can also give him a good beating.

After all, he has gone to beat up the bar security guard. Let's see how he explains it to his father then.

Thinking of this, he picked up his coat and walked outside happily.

Star-Lord sees Zu leaving and calls out to him, "Where are you going, John?"

"Go and uphold justice and take care of that guy."

(End of this chapter)