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

Chapter 957: Death of Night Owl, touching taboo!
“You’re welcome. This is a journey I’ve never experienced before.”

Smiling at Peter, Bayonetta put on her sunglasses elegantly.

The next time, she was holding a thin cigarette that came from nowhere, and the smoke was lingering in the morning light.

Her black tights were torn in several places, revealing the skin underneath, but it did not diminish her elegance at all.

Although the heel of her high heels was broken in half, Bayonetta still stood like a supermodel on the catwalk.

"after all."

She smiled and said to Peter, "You are my father in another world. I will never stand by and watch you die."

"It's my pleasure, and I also want to thank you for saving Bakugo just now."

Peter thanked the other party for saving Boom.

"Oh? So you noticed it? I thought you were too busy playing the 'savior'."

Peter shook his head, his tone filled with a hint of helplessness.

"It's hard not to notice. After all, it's not every day that a witch is willing to get hurt for someone else."

Bayonetta flicked the ash off her cigarette gracefully.

"Don't get me wrong, my dear father. I just think that if your daughter died, this scene would be too boring, although I don't care too much about the feelings between little girls."

Peter coughed, his eyes falling on the wound on her shoulder.

She had already used her magic to briefly treat that place, but traces of burns from Omega energy could still be seen.

"Anyway...thank you."

Bayonetta narrowed her eyes slightly and opened her red lips: "Thank you, there's no need, but..."

She suddenly took a step closer, her high heels making her almost eye level with Peter. "Next time you let me possess Theresa, you'll have to pay a 'price'."

Her voice was low and dangerous, with the unique charm of a witch.

Peter raised an eyebrow and met her gaze without backing down.

"for example?"

Bayonetta chuckled, took a step back, and the cigarette butt turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated between her fingertips.

"Like...buy me a drink."

Peter: "."

Was I molested by my daughter?!

Although the other party is a witch from another world and not his real daughter, why does it feel so strange?

After coughing, Peter said to the other party: "There will be a chance."

The other end.

Jane Foster stood high above the ruins, Thor's hammer inserted at her feet, tiny arcs of electricity still jumping on her silver-blue armor.

Her golden hair fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and occasionally a flash of lightning flashed between the ends of her hair.

After becoming the female Thor, Jane's temperament is no longer just the wisdom of a scholar, but also has a divine majesty.

Seeing Peter finish his conversation with Bayonetta, she turned and walked towards Peter, her eyes still carrying the gentleness of Jane who once studied cosmic rays in the laboratory.

"It seems that your Thundergod's power has not been exhausted yet, Jane."

Peter saw Jane coming over and asked her with a slight smile on his face.

“I think we can still fight.”

Jane answered Peter in a good mood, "It's just that I'm a little uncomfortable. You know, this is my first time to become Thor."

She said to Peter a little embarrassedly: "I just wanted to try whether I could pick up the hammer, and it turned out to be successful."

Handing the Meow Hammer to Peter, Jane asked tentatively, "You don't mind, do you, Peter?"

"Yes, of course I do."

Peter straightened his face and pretended to be serious. "There is a price to pay for using Thor's hammer. Won't you do something to pay the reward?"

Jane asked carefully, "Do what?"

"In order to pay for your use of Thor's hammer, I think you have to work on a farm like Thor and Nick Fury did before you."

Hearing Peter say this, Jane realized that Peter was joking.

She smiled at Peter and said, "No problem. If you don't mind, I can work on the farm until I pay off my debt for using Thor's hammer."

She took a deep breath and did not continue talking about the debt issue. Instead, she said to Peter sincerely: "Anyway, I'm happy to help you."

Peter walked to her side, looked at the gradually brightening skyline in the distance, and sighed softly: "I am very grateful to you, but I am more worried that you will get hurt. Your illness has not been completely cured, Jane, you are still recuperating."

Jane looked down at her Thor's hammer and said, "I know, to be honest, Peter, I myself didn't expect it to come to this."

Peter turned his head to look at her with genuine confusion in his eyes, "How did you become the God of Thunder?"

Could it be that the Meow Meow Hammer is really destined to be with Jane, and once she holds it, it will recognize her as its master?

Jane also said with some doubt: "I don't know. After I held the hammer and lifted it up, I felt a force instilled in my body. Maybe it's because... some responsibilities need new shoulders to bear. I guess it's because I want to help you. This strong desire drives it to give me strength."

Jane gripped the hammer handle tightly. "When Thor's Hammer chose me, I hesitated, but later when I was determined in my heart, I could use it. Perhaps... what it needs is not the 'strongest warrior', but the 'strongest heart'."

She looked at Peter, her eyes gleaming with thunder.

"Just like you, Peter, you could have stayed out of this, but you chose to step up."

Peter listened to Jane's words and fell into silence. Am I so great?
I just want to defend my territory.

Not only the farm, but the earth is my territory.

If someone wants to destroy the earth, wouldn't it look bad if I didn't stand up?

Although he was thinking in his heart whether he was really great, Peter did not show any strange emotions on the surface.

His eyes followed Jane's and looked towards the battlefield.

In the distance, Riven, Ciri and others were treating the wounded, and everything was slowly recovering.

Jane took a deep breath, the morning breeze carrying the salty taste of the sea.

She is in a good mood!
the other side.

Looking at Peter and Jane standing together, Bao Bao complained to Wei next to him: "Dad is really easy to mess with women. Now I'm not sure if Wonder Woman will become our stepmother in the end."

At the highest point of the dock building, Diana stood on a stone protrusion, looking at the rising sun, which gradually spread its sunlight to the entire city.

Diana was wearing a red and gold uniform, and the blood on her armor condensed into metal dust, emitting a dazzling color.

Diana took a deep breath and watched the sun slowly rise on the other side of the sea. Her inner emotions surged like the tide.

"Da da da!"

The sound of footsteps gradually began to sound behind her.

Without turning her head, Diana could recognize Peter's footsteps.

"You know what, Peter?"

With her back to Peter, Diana slowly said to him: "Myrina once told me something."

"what?"

Peter didn't expect that Diana and Myrina would have any intersection.

"She said it happened before I was born and she witnessed my birth."

Looking at the newly born Hongxu, she said to Peter with a complicated expression: "She said she saw my mother holding me in her arms, just like Myrina held Grayer."

"Then my mother let out a scream and the Amazon who was in charge of the birth sensed something was wrong because there was another baby after me."

Peter had a surprised look on his face, "Another baby?!"

"Yes, it's a boy. Myrina said I have a twin brother. He might be buried on Paradise Island, or he might be somewhere in this world. Myrina said she didn't know where the boy appeared later, but she said that the boy was the one who was truly chosen."

Peter nodded and continued to ask her, "What were you chosen to do? Diana."

"I know."

Diana had a confused look on her face.

"She told me at the time that family was the most important thing, that I should find him, and that there was a lie on the island that she didn't fully explain."

Peter walked over to Diana and patted her hand gently.

"Don't worry, Diana, we'll get to the bottom of it."

at the same time.

The Moon is far away from the Earth.

After Bruce breaks free from the Mobius chair, the chair escapes from the Earth and flies to the moon.

The battlefield was in chaos at the time and no one paid attention to the movement of the chair.

But only the Night Owl, whose arm was cut off, took advantage of the moment the chair flew out, chased after it, and finally sat on the chair before it escaped from the space.

At this time, Night Owl had used the Mobius Chair to reshape a pair of arms for himself.

Sitting on the chair, with blue light in his eyes, the imposing Night Owl looked at Metron, the original owner of the Mobius chair.

Metron thanked Night Owl: "Anyway, Night Owl, I am grateful that you set me free. Now that I have taught you how to properly access the Mobius Chair, I believe we can say goodbye now.

He hesitated for a moment and continued, "But... I have to warn you in advance, Night Owl, don't try to seek too many answers. Your brain can't bear it."

Night Owl sneered, "Don't worry, I'm stronger than Batman, I can handle all the information."

Then he gave an order to the chair, "Tell me everything, chair, tell me the complete secrets of Peter Padrick's family and the truth of this universe."

Just as Night Owl was exploring these secrets, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face, "No! Not good!"

Metron looked at him nervously, "What's wrong?"

Night Owl made a terrified sound, "No! He's coming! He saw me!"

Night Owl was trembling all over and wanted to get down from the chair.

But the next second, a powerful force instantly locked onto him.

"Pfft!"

Under Metron's horrified eyes, Night Owl's body turned into a pool of blood.

The blood splashed onto the chair and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

Metron looked at all this in horror and sat down on the ground.

Although he didn't know who killed Night Owl.

But the power released by the opponent in an instant made even him tremble.

(End of this chapter)