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

Chapter 960 Comet Meteor Shower and New Superpowers

Peter was watching a close-up of Zu's signature smirk on TV when there was a gentle knock on the living room door.

"Please come in."

Peter responded.

The door opened.

"Hey, Peter."

A figure walked in with the morning breeze and a hint of capability.

Louise Lane, today, wore a well-tailored beige windbreaker with a simple dark turtleneck sweater underneath. Her long chestnut hair was casually tied up, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

Her unmade-up face showed a hint of tiredness from working late at night, but her bright brown eyes were still sharp and lively.

"Good morning, Louise."

Peter stood up and pointed at the news footage she was filming on the TV screen, with a teasing smile on his face, "Look, you're a world-famous reporter now."

Louise followed his gaze, glanced at the TV, shrugged, and walked to the sofa and sat down with one quick move.

"Come on, Peter."

Her voice was clear and a little tired. "Right now the world's attention is on your sons. The true identities of Superman and Homelander? This is the number one mystery that all media outlets are frantically digging into."

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes flashing with the inquiry unique to reporters, "Even the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet has given me a death order... Of course, I won't say anything."

She added, with a hint of cunning in her tone.

"Everyone is speculating about the true identities of Superman and Homelander. Do you know how painful it is for a journalist? I know more than anyone else, but I can't say anything."

Louise deliberately made an exaggerated expression.

"It looks like this is my fault."

Peter smiled at Lois and said, "But I think you can report some other things, such as the other members of the Justice League, Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman, as well as Green Lantern, Flash, Cyborg, and Aquaman. I think the public should be interested in these."

Louise sat down on the sofa, straightened her torn skirt, looked up and said to Peter: "Actually, I am more interested in your story, Peter, and your children."

Louise looked interested.

"Like how did you fight off those monsters this time?"

Facing the curious Louise, Peter shook his head and said, "You can ask Clark, Louise. I think you two should have more common topics than me."

Seeing that Peter didn't seem to want to reveal anything about Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor, Lois didn't ask any further.

She soon changed the subject.

"Well, I want to talk to you about something else, Peter."

Louise pulled out a document and said to him, "In three days, the Halley's Comet meteor shower will appear. The parent body of this Eta Aquarid meteor shower is the famous Halley's Comet. That night is the waxing moon, and the moon will set before the radiant point rises, so there will be almost no moonlight interference."

"It is said that the best place to observe is Smallwell. This is not the first time. Peter, do you think this meteor shower will be another special one?"

Louise nodded her sly eyes toward Peter.

"What do you want to say?"

Peter coughed and pretended to be stupid.

"It's simple. You have to take me with you during the meteor shower. I also want to see how you kidnapped such a special child."

Louise made her request.

She knew that every time there was a shooting star night or special weather, Peter would always bring back a child.
She felt extremely good about this and wanted to know how Peter did it.

Peter sighed slightly at her request.

"Curiosity kills the cat, Louise."

"If you tell me, I promise not to tell anyone, and I will be a well-behaved cat from now on."

Although Peter wanted to refuse directly, considering the other party's difficulty, he finally had to reluctantly agree.

Even if he agreed, Peter had no intention of actually taking her to pick up the "Father's Sorrow".

Then I can get rid of her easily.

at the same time
Smallwell High School.

The biting November wind whipped the empty playground at Smallville High School.

Sean Miller stood alone on the yellowing grass with a soccer ball at his feet.

Sweat soaked his temples, shining slightly in the early morning light.

He took a deep breath, ran up, exerted force, and tensed his body like a fully drawn bow. With a "bang", the dull impact sound was unusually clear in the playground.

The football drew a low and swift arc, hit the junction of the crossbar and the post inside the blind corner of the goal, and bounced back to his feet.

The sense of power flows through the tremors of muscles, bringing an excitement that is almost painful.

He grinned, and the white breath he exhaled instantly dissipated in the cold air.

Just as he was about to continue playing football, he saw Courtney appear at the school gate.

He was interested in the Star Chaser and wanted to approach her and strike up a conversation with her.

But when he saw the guy talking to Courtney, his face suddenly turned bad.
Little Peter Padre!
When he saw Star-Lord, he subconsciously regarded him as his competitor.

At this time, Star-Lord didn't know that someone was targeting him. He was busy dealing with Courtney's various problems.

After the Anti-Monitor War, she became interested in why Peter had so many superhero sons.

"Is your father an alien? Star-Lord."

"No!"

"Then why did your father give birth to such powerful people like you? Are you, A-Zu, and Raven aliens?" Star-Lord was speechless when he heard Courtney's question.

My brothers and sisters might really be aliens.

After coughing, he said to Courtney in all seriousness, "Yes, my brothers and sisters are all aliens. I am my father's biological son. My mother is from the nearby White Wolf tribe. Her name is Kelly."

Courtney looked at Star-Lord's smug look and became a little suspicious.

She thinks that Peter's children, including Star-Lord, are like aliens.

It was said that there would be a meteor shower in a few days, and she had heard the legend of the child of destiny from the nearby tribe.

Legend has it that every once in a while, a child of destiny comes to Earth.

Could it be that a child of destiny really came from the fire? !

"Sean!"

Teammate Brian was wrapped in a thick down jacket, running from the entrance of the stadium with his neck hunched, his voice distorted by the wind.

"If we don't leave now, it will be dark! I heard that the ice over there is quite thick, but who knows if it is safe."

"immediately!"

Sean kicked the ball again and it rolled toward the sidelines.

He grabbed his coat that was lying on the dry grass. The cold zipper rubbed against his hot neck, making him shiver.

Dusk was falling, and lead-gray clouds weighed heavily on the distant ridges.

Several blurry figures were moving on the ice in the distance, and faint laughter could be heard.

Sean stepped onto the ice and stepped tentatively. The ice under his feet responded with a dull thud and did not move at all.

He felt relieved and started to jog. The ice skates rubbed against the ice, making a crisp "swish" sound. The wind brought by the speed blew into his collar, freezing cold, but there was a sense of pleasure in breaking free from the restraints.

He slid faster and faster, chasing a piece of ice in front of him that looked exceptionally smooth and complete.

Just as he was about to make a sharp turn, the feeling under his feet changed without warning.

The feeling of solid support disappeared in an instant, replaced by a heart-stopping, utter emptiness.

A teeth-grinding "crack" sound tore through the silence of the evening.

The cold, dark water suddenly enveloped him, the chill penetrated deep into his bones and then froze him suddenly.

Severe pain and a feeling of suffocation gripped his throat at the same time.

"save….!"

He only had time to utter a broken syllable before the fishy lake water poured in.

At the edge of the blurry vision, something seemed to be flickering faintly in the water under the ice, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Is it broken green stone?

Is that the green meteorite that was common in this town before?
……

Consciousness was like a fragment of a shipwreck, struggling to surface from the cold, dark sea.

Sean suddenly opened his eyes and saw a familiar ceiling in front of him, the ceiling of his bedroom.

Outside the window was the gray, pale light typical of winter mornings.

He struggled to sit up, and his bone joints made a crisp "cracking" sound, like rusty door hinges.

There was no severe pain as expected, and not even any stiffness.

An unprecedented sense of explosive power surged through his limbs and bones, as if he could crush steel with just a slight clench of his fist.

He subconsciously lifted the quilt.

cold!
An irresistible chill that came from the core of his life instantly gripped him.

The skin under the quilt felt like marble just taken out of the cold storage, smooth, hard, and icy cold.

He exhaled, and there was no white mist.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already early morning of the next day.

He didn't even know how he got back from the bottom of the lake.

He reached for the water cup on the bedside table out of habit.

As soon as his fingertips touched the slightly cool wall of the glass, a layer of fine, crystal-clear white frost spread from his fingertips at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly covering the entire cup, as if it were cast under a spell.

A thin layer of ice instantly formed on the surface of the water in the cup.

"God……!"

The scene before him completely shocked him!

My body, what's wrong with it?
With fear and doubt, Sean came to school.

At the school gate, his teammate Bill patted him on the shoulder, then suddenly pulled his hand back as if he had been scalded.

"Oh my god, Sean! Your shoulder... feels like ice! Are you okay?"

Bill shook his hands, a look of surprise on his face.

Sean forced a stiff smile and said, "I just caught a cold, but it's okay."

He almost fled from the locker room.

The burning breath emanating from his friend's young body made his soul tremble, like countless red-hot needles, pricking him and making him feel uneasy.

He needed heat as urgently as a dying man in the desert needs water.

Need heat now!
(End of this chapter)