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Chapter 117 Clark awakens his heat vision and his mind is not right

The next day, early in the morning.

As soon as Zu got up and walked out the door, he saw Clark standing in the open space on the farm.

Not far in front of him was a dummy.

Seeing Clark staring at the dummy without blinking, A Zu was a little confused.

"What are you doing Clarke?"

"I'm practicing my thermal vision."

Clark said seriously, "When I put on the ruby ​​ring before, it activated the heat vision ability of my eyes. Now, the Godfather asked me to practice on a dummy to see if I can reactivate it."

A-Zu nodded, "So, you're just going to sit there and watch?"

He thought this method was a bit silly.

"The Godfather also asked me to imagine something that made me angry, or something else that would trigger my emotions."

Clark said, shaking his head helplessly, "But I looked at it for an hour, and it didn't work."

"is it?"

A-Zu thought for a moment and said, "I have an idea."

As he said this he walked towards the house.

Although he was still a little angry with Clark, he was much less angry now.

Not long after, A-Zu came out of the house stealthily.

After confirming again that Peter was not at home and that Star-Lord did not notice him, A-Zu took out the magazine that Peter had taken away yesterday from his arms.

"Maybe you could try this."

A-Zu stuffed the magazine into the other person's hands.

"Uh"

Clark took the magazine curiously, took a look at the explosive pictures on it, and then handed it to A-Zu embarrassedly.

"I don't think these will work."

"You haven't tried it yet, how do you know it won't work?"

Clark said somewhat unnaturally: "This doesn't cause any major fluctuations in my emotions."

"is it?"

After hearing Clark's explanation, Zu had no choice but to put the magazine away and prepare to secretly put it back to Peter's room later.

Before leaving, he thought about it and said to Clark: "Maybe you can think of it as Lana."

"Lana?"

After Zu left, Clark half-believed and half-doubtedly imagined the dummy in front of him to be Lana.

Clark's eyes were focused on Lana's entire body, which was transformed from the dummy.

The next second, a thermal beam suddenly shot out and hit the dummy with a "swish" sound.

"Bah!"

The dummy, pierced by the thermal vision, immediately caught fire.

"I succeeded?!"

Clark looked at his hands in disbelief, and was immediately overjoyed.

Lana it really works!

the other side.

A-Zu, who secretly put the magazine in Peter's room, just came downstairs and saw Star-Lord in the living room.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he asked Star-Lord, "What are you doing?"

"Watch TV. The TV station said there's a circus performing in town."

Star-Lord said with shining eyes: "I have to go and take a look. Maybe I can learn a trick from the magician inside."

Star-Lord couldn't wait to see the wonderful magic show.

"Magic show?"

A Zu shook his head. He had no interest in this magic show.

Talon Club.

Peter meets Officer Chandler for a drink.

"Honestly, I prefer the Metropolitan Bar. You know what kind of bar it is?"

Chandler asked Peter.

"What kind?"

Peter asked curiously.

He did have a bar at the Met, the one Bruce had given him.

“Everything is dazzling, star-studded, neon-lit bars.”

Chandler said, a little drunk:
"There were women in super short skirts with big, round fake boobs, showing off their hips and legs, and then there were the gay guys - the ones that really shined, walking around in their giant heels, their fishnet shirts swishing with their movements, wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, and dancing to the blasting music with their werewolf nails!"

"uh-huh."

Peter listened to what he said and replied, "You really have a heavy taste."

"That's nothing. If you go to a bar in Miami, you'll see more exciting stuff than what I just said."

"All right."

Peter interrupted him and asked him, "How did you handle Teacher Katie's case?"

He now wanted to know what became of this female teacher who was possessed by a witch.

"she"

After a pause, Chandler said, "She said she had no idea what she had done and that a demon had taken over her body. We did a mental evaluation on her and initially determined that she may have split personality issues."

"Split personality?"

"In short, she has some mental problems."

Officer Chandler downed the vodka in one gulp and put down a bubbling goblet with a slice of lime on the rim.

"She also mentioned you." "Oh? What about me?"

"She said you could prove her innocence."

Hearing that Katie wanted him to prove it for her, Peter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, actually I don't know more than the police, so forget about proving it."

He had no interest in getting involved in such troublesome matters that had nothing to do with him.

Besides, how can I prove it?

Tell the Smallville Police Department that this is all a witch's fault?!
"Okay, whatever you want."

Chandler handed a document to the other party while drinking.

"I also helped you investigate the Elizabeth Parrs you mentioned."

He told Peter the information from his investigation. "In the 17th century, she was a distinguished lady in this town. However, it was said that she was addicted to black magic and was involved in the disappearance of children in the town. She was eventually arrested by the sheriff at the time, along with two other women."

"All three women were burned at the stake, but as they burned, they shouted that they would come back later."

After listening to Chandler's story, Peter nodded.

"Three witches?"

"Yes, Madeline Evans, Brianna Wade, and Elizabeth Parrs. However, after hundreds of years, there has been no news of these women being resurrected. It seems that they will never be resurrected."

"Not always."

Peter shook his head and took a sip from the glass.

Seeing that Peter stopped talking, Chandler picked up the glass and continued to taste the whiskey.

"Uncle Padraic, do you need anything else?"

Peter was thinking about something when a familiar voice came.

He looked up and saw that it was Lana smiling at him with a tray.

"Lana?"

Peter looked at the other person and asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"Aunt Nell also has a stake in this bar, so I come over to help, especially when there are a lot of customers."

Lana skillfully put away the beer glasses on the neighboring table and said to him, "Aunt Nell said I need to practice social activities. I think it makes sense."

Peter nodded, "Really? I remember hearing Clark say that you weren't a cheerleader? Do you still have time to help out at the bar?"

"Actually, I've already quit cheerleading."

Lana smiled at him and did not continue talking about the cheerleading team. Instead, she said to him:

"Would you like a beer, Mr. Patrick? The Talon Club is having a buy-a-glass-get-a-free promotion. A regular customer like you should be able to buy one and get two free."

"Hmm, have a drink then."

Peter casually asked her, "How is Neil doing lately?"

"Aunt is fine, but she's a little busy lately, with the horse farm and Talon's affairs."

After talking to Peter for a few words, Lana walked towards the kitchen with the wine tray.

As a result, as soon as I stood up, because I was not paying attention, I bumped into a customer who was walking by.

The tall and strong customer knocked Lana off balance.

With a "bang", the wine on the tray in Lana's hand poured onto the other person's clothes. The glass fell off the tray and hit the ground with a clear sound of shattering.

Lana was shocked and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

She quickly picked up the tissue and prepared to wipe the wine spilled on the other person.

"Do you walk without eyes?"

The man, who was wearing khaki pants and looked like a street fighter, glared at Lana fiercely.

"Do you know how much this dress of mine costs? I just bought it, it costs one thousand dollars."

Seeing Lana at a loss, the street thug took a step closer to her and said, "It will cost a lot to do the laundry. Let's see how much you can compensate."

When Lana heard that the other party wanted her to pay compensation, the helplessness on her face became even more intense.

She apologized to the other party nervously in a low voice, "Sir, I'm really sorry, I..."

Seeing that Lana seemed to want to explain, the street activist impatiently reached out to grab Lana's hand.

The frightened Lana did not react at all, just staring blankly at the other person's hand reaching towards her.

However, what she feared did not happen, and Peter grabbed the other person's hand.

"You want to show off to a little girl?"

Peter held the other's wrist and kept exerting force, causing the street thug to frown in pain and sweat instantly covering his forehead.

"Let go!"

As Peter held his wrist and exerted force, the street activist let out a painful sound.

Peter loosened his grip on the other man's hand and pushed him forward.

There was a "bang" sound.

The staggering street thug hit his back heavily against the wall, causing a sharp pain.

Just as he was about to explode in anger, Peter turned to Chandler and said, "Officer Chandler, I don't think you mind handing this guy to the police station after get off work, right?"

Chandler stood up upon hearing this and took out his police ID in front of the stunned street activists.

When they saw the police appear, the street thugs immediately gave in, said a few soft words and quickly fled the bar.

"Are you okay? Lana."

After driving the street thugs away, Peter bent down to help her pick up the glass on the ground.

"It's okay, thank you, Uncle Padraic."

Lana thanked Peter gratefully.

"You are welcome."

Peter replied casually, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange tattoo mark on Lana's arm.

His brows immediately frowned.

(End of this chapter)