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

Chapter 75: A-Zu Rejected by Friends
"Lock-on, successfully locked onto the target!"

The fighter pilot reported to his superiors via radio.

"Confirmed—fire!"

General Ryan gave the order to launch with a serious expression.

"Whoosh!"

A missile slid out from the belly of the fighter jet and shot towards the "fire man" with a long tail flame!
With a loud bang, the forest was quickly surrounded by thick smoke and hot explosion flames.

The ground vibrated slightly from the bombardment, and a pungent burning smell entered everyone's nostrils.

General Ryan immediately picked up the telescope and observed the situation in the bombardment area.

What surprised him was that not only was the "fire man" not destroyed, but a human figure appeared inexplicably.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The fire man was coughing and holding his chest, kneeling on the ground and shaking violently.

Although the bombing just now did not kill him directly, it caused serious damage to his body.

His whole body was in great pain, his heart was beating wildly, and the fire burning in his body was rapidly dimming.

The fire man paused for a moment, then looked with fear at the fighter planes whizzing through the sky.

Just as he was about to run away, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Peter walking towards him step by step from the sea of ​​fire.

The fire man looked up in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

He couldn't imagine that there were humans who could walk out of the explosion and flames unscathed!

"Stop! Don't come over here!"

Filled with fear, he shouted to Peter, "Please! Don't come any closer! I don't want to hurt you!"

Peter stopped and looked at the terrified and painful fire man in front of him.

"You seem a little scared? Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"And—you can't hurt me either."

Peter walked up to the burning man, ignoring the blazing flames on him, and extended his hand to him: "Do you mind if we get to know each other?"

The fire man looked at Peter's outstretched hand in astonishment, "Why can you..."

“Maybe I have some talent.”

Peter asked calmly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The fire man held his head and said in pain: "I don't know who I am, I don't know why I am here, I don't even know what happened to me!"

Peter listened to the other person's words and noticed that his pulse was accelerating and the temperature around him was rising rapidly along with his heart rate.

He continued to shake hands. "I guess your temperature may be related to your psychological stress level, and the fire in your body may come from the pressure of the military attacking you."

He now suspected that the wildfire was entirely caused by the fire man in front of him.

In order to find out what had happened, he tried his best to calm the other person down.

The fire man looked up helplessly, "I'm so scared."

"I know, close your eyes and take a deep breath!"

Facing the seemingly young fire man, Peter reached out and patted the other's flaming shoulder, "Just breathe."

After being touched by Peter, the fire man's emotions seemed to stabilize and the flames on his body gradually calmed down.

After a moment, the flames on the other person's body completely went out, and he turned into a naked bald boy.

Peter took off his coat and covered the other person's body.

The bald boy, who had calmed down, looked at Peter gratefully, "Thank you, sir."

He looked at the burned forest around him and apologized to Peter with guilt and self-blame: "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause all this to happen."

Peter glanced at the soldiers not far away and said to the bald boy, "Let's leave here first."

General Ryan on the other side was observing the two people with a telescope, but he didn't expect that the two people suddenly disappeared in the next second.

Stunned, he put down the telescope, rubbed his eyes and picked it up again.

There was still no sign of the two people at the scene.

"Damn it! What happened?"

General Ryan looked as if he had seen a ghost.

After returning to Metropolis, Peter handed the bald boy to the awakened Martian Manhunter. After a conversation between the two, Martian Manhunter roughly knew the other party's identity.

"He didn't know his name, he just remembered that he escaped from the laboratory."

Martian Manhunter said to Peter: "I traced back his confused memories and saw that the laboratory in his memory was located in Indian Hill in Gotham. This laboratory has been conducting illegal experiments and is controlled by a mysterious organization behind the scenes."

"I'm guessing that organization is the Court of Owls, right?"

Peter looked at the Martian Manhunter who was in a bad mental state and asked, "Are you okay, Jones?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little lethargic from the fire. Maybe some cookies will help."

Martian Manhunter picked up a cookie and continued, "You guessed it correctly. The Court of Owls controls this laboratory. They are using this boy's blood to try to develop some kind of serum virus and then release it."

"They want to destroy Gotham?"

Martian Manhunter shrugged his shoulders. "It is very likely that this boy is their weapon. He escaped from the laboratory and fled to the deserted forest in panic, causing a wildfire."

"Then the government found out about him and sent the army to catch him."

Peter nodded, "That sounds logical, but why did they replace Bruce?"

Martian Manhunter said, "Maybe Bruce is important to them."

Peter pondered for a moment and did not continue talking about Bruce, but continued to talk about the bald boy.

"Maybe. That boy is also very important to us, and his emotions are very unstable. Your psychic ability can calm him down, right?"

The bald boy is not only a weapon of the Court of Owls, but also has the ability to control fire, and can serve as a counterbalance to the Martian Manhunter in the future.

Although he trusted Martian Manhunter now, he never thought that this trust would last forever.

Being prepared has always been his motto.

"No problem, he is very stable now."

Martian Manhunter said as he savored his Oreo.

"Hey, Bruce."

A-Zu called out to Bruce in the corridor.

"What's up?"

Bruce looked unhappily at the naughty kid who had just beaten him up.

"I'm sorry for hitting you earlier."

A-Zu looked very sincere, "Dad scolded me, and I know I was wrong. Ahem. Um, Dad said you were very rich in Gotham before, is that true?"

"Yes."

Bruce looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what this guy was up to.

"That means you are not a poor boy, but a poor young master?"

"I'm not a poor young master."

Bruce was a little unhappy. In his eyes, the only labels that he had were "poor boy" and "down and out". Wasn't there a positive label for him?
"You used to be rich anyway, right?"

Azu showed a fake smile that Peter was somewhat familiar with in his previous life, and said to Bruce: "I think maybe we can turn enemies into friends. I mean, you, Bruce, we can become real friends."

"not interested."

Bruce shook his head grimly and turned away.

Azu stared at Bruce's departing back, the fake smile on his face quickly disappearing, replaced by a gnashing-teeth expression.

"John?"

After hearing Peter's voice calling him from a distance, the negative expression on Zu's face quickly disappeared.

"Dad, I'm here!"

Bruce walked forward along the corridor and soon reached the common area.

The breaking news about Gotham on the public area TV immediately caught his attention.

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