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

Chapter 123 I can see death, lives fall off
A-Zu glanced coldly at the exploded car, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Clark standing not far away.

The two looked at each other, as if they were back to the time when they were six years old and A-Zu used thermal vision to drive the Luther Group's car into a deep ditch.

However, compared to the last time, the two fake agents were not so lucky this time. The car exploded and burned them to ashes.

"John, you. You killed them?!"

Clark asked in disbelief, "You killed two federal agents?"

After the two people who asked for directions and claimed to be federal agents left, Clark noticed that there was something wrong with A-Zu's eyes, so he kept an eye on his movements.

After Zu left the school, Clark immediately followed.

But now it seems that it is still a step too late.

A-Zu's expression was calm. "I told you before, Clark, they are not from the FBI."

"That's just your guess."

Clark couldn't believe that A-Zu could talk so casually about killing two agents.

"My senses are not fake. Heartbeat, blood pressure, body temperature, tone of voice... I can always detect the difference between them, so I can't be wrong. They are not police officers, but people pretending to be police officers. And they are looking for Zatanna. They are most likely in the same group as the gunmen who attacked her in the supermarket."

Ah Zu stated his reasons, took a deep breath and continued, "They are not good people."

"But what if you're wrong?"

Clark couldn't understand Zu's thoughts. "What if you are wrong?"

"Even if I'm wrong, I'm not wrong."

A Zu raised his head and said, "Because I think they have threatened Dad's safety, so I killed them."

"But they haven't threatened the Godfather yet."

Clark said angrily: "Everything is just your guess, and then two people died!"

"Don't be so naive, Clark. There aren't many good people in this world. Don't you understand? After going through so much, Father, Old Horry, and Parasite, you should understand how much disaster this world will suffer because of our abilities."

"You are using strong words to make sense!"

A Zu also became impatient with Clark's stubbornness, "Clark, I swear to be Daddy's spear. No matter who these guys are, as long as they can threaten Daddy, I will get rid of them!"

"Even if they are real agents who know our secrets and are a threat to the Godfather, you will kill them, right?"

"I never said that."

A-Zu shook his head, "I'm not some murderer."

"Then why do you take death so lightly?"

Clark felt his forehead throbbing. He resisted the urge in his heart, calmed himself down as much as possible, and continued to ask A-Zu: "How can you easily watch someone die in front of you?"

Azu looked at Clark, his lips twitching slightly.

Although he was also irritated by Clark, he still suppressed his temper and said, "You are not qualified to say that, Clark. Don't forget that you almost dragged a planeload of people down to their deaths last time!"

Clark could never have imagined that A-Zu would mention the previous incident again.

He was stunned for a moment, exhaled, looked at A Zu and explained: "You know that was not the real me. My mind was controlled by another me inside my body at that time."

"That may be another real you, just like a drunk driving accident that killed someone, in order to avoid the crime, he would say that he was not sober at that time."

A Zu said, crossing his arms over his chest, taking a step closer to Clark, "Don't quibble, that's what you really think. Dad has treated you as his own child since you were young, and has always favored you, so you want more!"

"NO, I have not."

Clark took a step back.

"That's what you think. Maybe you don't know it yourself, but I can feel that you want more!"

Azu's tone became more and more impatient, and he pushed Clark.

"Dad said that your greatest ability is the innate ability to distinguish between good and evil, but Clark, you can't even ensure that you are an upright and selfless person."

"I won't be like you, hurting my family just to do what I think is right. I will eliminate anyone who threatens Dad and the farm!"

After saying that, A Zu turned and walked to the side of the road. After taking a look at the burning car at the bottom of the pit, his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Clark stared at A-Zu who was leaving at super speed, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

He really wanted to tell his godfather about this, but suddenly he became hesitant.

Although he didn't think that what A Zu was doing now was right, he became confused again when he thought of what A Zu had just said.

What if what A-Zu said is right?

Azu wants to be the Godfather's spear, and from his perspective, there seems to be nothing wrong with this.
He let out a breath of annoyance.

Padraic Farm.

Peter didn't know yet that Zu had helped him get rid of two troubles.

He was on the phone with Chandler.

The other party told him information about the gunman who attacked Zatanna in the supermarket.

"How's it going, Mr. Padraic?"

Zatanna waited for Peter to hang up the phone before coming up to ask him.

"They are a gangster gang in the metropolis."

Peter asked the confused Zatanna, "Do you have any conflicts with the gang?"

"No, no!"

Zatanna directly denied it, "I never knew this gangster, and I never dealt with gang members."

She frowned and said, "My father never told me this either."

Peter nodded and said, "Perhaps they are just a tool, a tool that can be abandoned at any time. Is there something very important in your father's workshop?"

Zatanna thought for a moment, "I always thought my father's workshop was just an ordinary room." She thought about it and didn't feel it was anything special.

“But I remember one song.”

Zatanna recalled the lyrics.

"~There is a door in the room. We will all enter this door eventually, but not too soon."

"~What is waiting in the house, loneliness, cold, or ruthless darkness? What is waiting there is..."

When the other person finished singing, Peter asked, "Is it over?"

Zatanna blinked, "Yes, it's over."

"'What's waiting there', isn't there any lyrics explaining what it is?"

"Nothing."

"Well, maybe the answer behind this needs you to explore."

Peter didn't dwell on the answer.

He brought a cup of coffee to the other party and said, "The key point is that you need to use the key in your hand to open the door yourself."

"Open that door?"

Zatanna sat on the couch, one hand resting her chin on the table, examining the key in front of her.

"I haven't been home for a long time."

She also remembered that when she got up in the morning, her father sang the breakfast song while making breakfast.

“The pan is good for beating eggs and the pancake syrup tastes great”

Whenever this happened, I would complain to my father, “The lyrics don’t make any sense at all.”

When she got up and went downstairs, she would see her father putting his dolls on the table, making the dining table messy.

Taking a deep breath, Zatanna pulled herself out of her memories. She followed what her father had done, covering the coffee cup with a napkin, then grabbed a corner of the napkin with her hand and said aloud - "Disappear!"

After reciting the spell, she lifted the napkin and the coffee covering it had disappeared.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Peter clapped his hands. "Nice magic trick, Zach."

Zatanna looked up at Peter who was clapping and blushed a little.

"Sir, you should have figured it out long ago. This is not magic. This is magic."

"Yeah, I know, but I always thought that magic tricks were also a kind of magic."

Peter said as he walked over to the table and started looking for it. "Well, you can't hide a cup of coffee in your sleeve. Can you tell me where you hid it?"

Zatanna was amused by Peter, "Dad said that magicians never reveal the secrets of their tricks."

"That's such a shame."

Peter stood up and said, pretending to be very regretful.

Zatanna looked at Peter and suddenly felt that Peter's image at this moment was somewhat similar to that of her father.

When he changed the cards himself, his father would pretend to be very surprised and look around for the changed cards.

Zatanna was stunned for a moment, then asked Peter, "Mr. Padrick, are you Superman?"

"Superman?"

Peter asked her, "What Superman?"

"It's super strength, super speed, super vision, that kind of thing."

"almost."

Zatanna asked with increasing surprise, "So sir, what can you see with your eyes?"

"many."

"for example?"

"For example, I can see death."

"die?"

"Yes. For example, when I talk to someone, I can see 35,000 dead skin cells falling off and disappearing. The death of life is happening all the time."

Zatanna listened to Peter's words and suddenly felt depressed.

"That must be a terrible feeling, seeing death every day."

“Not bad actually.”

Peter took a sip of his coffee. "I'll think of them as burned-out fireworks or dust in the starry sky."

“That’s a bit romantic.”

Zatanna whispered.

late at night.

Zatanna lay on the bed and rubbed the ears of her bunny stuffed animal.

"Goodnight, Burks."

After saying good night to the rabbit, she hung the key on the rabbit doll.

As the moonlight from outside the window shone in, the rabbit bathed in the light suddenly moved its ears, and under the moonlight, it turned into a real rabbit.

(End of this chapter)