Chapter 109 Unexpected Visitors to the Farm

"No, it won't happen, Star-Lord, you will definitely live longer than dad."

After Peter was stunned for a few seconds, he took a deep breath and asked the other party: "Why do you think so?"

"Because I don't want to feel what it's like to lose you, Dad."

Star-Lord said in a low tone: "Dad, do you still remember the tape I gave you?"

"Remember."

"There's a song in it by a British singer."

Star-Lord whispered the lyrics; "I want to die before you and never, ever see the glory of this perfect day dim or disappear!"

"That way, Dad, if I die before you, I won't experience the glory of a perfect day dimming or disappearing."

Peter didn't expect that Star-Lord's heart would be so delicate and sensitive.

He hugged the other person to his chest with mixed emotions, "No, dad will not let this happen. You will never die before dad."

He suddenly remembered what he had said to Azu before about his birthday.

I originally thought that birthdays were like a turnstile, taking me farther and farther, until suddenly one day, birthdays became irrelevant and completely inevitable.

But now, my birthday seems to have a different meaning to me.

Holding Star-Lord in his arms, he looked out the window at the dark night.

The bright moonlight shone in, casting a silvery glow on the ground.

The next day, early morning.

Peter called Officer Chandler to find out what happened at Smallwell Institution.

After experiencing the "Lucifer" incident, Chandler felt a little distant from Peter.

He was well aware of Peter's terrifying nature, and was afraid that the other party would silence him if he was in a bad mood.

"Ahem."

Chandler coughed, pretending to be calm, and said to Peter: "The police are investigating this matter. There are no specific clues yet, but this is very similar to what happened a few years ago. Do you remember? That year the town There are people and animals whose blood is being sucked one after another, but "

He hesitated and said, "This is very different. The corpse looks like it was dried naturally."

"so."

Peter nodded.

Similar things happened several times in the town.

Most of them are caused by humans infected by green kryptonite and mutated.

This town will always have a few pieces of Kryptonite popping up from time to time, as well as mutants infected by Kryptonite.

Martian Manhunter is right, Clark can grow up healthily, and his luck is not generally good.

"Clark!"

After Peter hung up the phone, he shouted to Clark who was still pounding nails outside: "It's getting late, you should go to school."

Clark scratched his head, "Godfather, I don't want to go to school today."

"Why?"

"I want to help you fix the farm."

Clark felt it was his duty to fix the ruined farm.

If it hadn't been for wearing the red kryptonite ring, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

"I think these workers are enough."

Peter pointed to the workers around him who were working hard and said, "Okay, let's go to school."

Clark wanted to say something more, but looking at Peter's seemingly non-negotiable expression, he finally nodded with a grimace.

Smallwell, Talon Club.

Chandler breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the call with Peter.

Peter trembled every time he called him.

"Maybe I should apply for retirement from the police station in advance."

Muttering to himself, Chandler drank all the wine in his glass.

Sitting next to him was a young man wearing a baseball cap and a black woolen coat.

If Azu were here, he would be able to recognize the down-and-out boy he taught a lesson at a glance - Bruce Wayne.

After Bruce secretly listened to Chandler's conversation, he stood up.

Carrying his bag, he walked to the drink vending machine and put his coins in to buy a bottle of drink.

As he was getting ready to leave with his drink, he suddenly heard a cry for help coming from behind.

Turning around, what I saw was a scene of several speedsters teasing the waitress.

"Hey, didn't you know there's a police officer here?"

Bruce pointed his finger at Chandler, but was shocked to find that the other person had disappeared.

"Officer? You, a guy who doesn't have all your hair, are you looking for death?!"

The boss of the speeding gang looked at him with an unkind look.

"As much as I hate to say it, it's obvious that's what I'm planning to do."

Seeing that the police didn't work, Bruce decided to take matters into his own hands.

Hearing this, the speedster gang leader's forehead bulged with veins, "Very good! I hope you can stay like this later."

After that, he looked around and waved to Bruce.

The next moment, a group of gangsters rushed towards Bruce.

Seeing that the opponent was attacking him, Bruce immediately sideways and nimbly dodged the first black man who rushed towards him.

He kicked back violently, and with a "bang" sound, he was kicked to the point of being kicked, a wine table was overturned, and the wine was scattered on the floor.

His movements didn't pause at all, and he looked at the white members of the motorcycle gang who were rushing at the front.

Slowly lowering his body and taking a step forward, Bruce dodged the white man's fist and punched out, instantly blowing the white man's nose.

The latter was immediately stimulated by the severe pain and lost consciousness.

"Damn it! Quick! Get him!"

The boss of the Speeding Car Party became even more angry when he saw that so many of his younger brothers could not subdue each other immediately.

Seeing a group of people rushing towards him, Bruce, determined to be a good man, immediately ran towards the safety door.

Seeing that Bruce seemed to be trying to escape, the sturdy leader of the motorcycle gang hurriedly chased him.

The other party was like a bull rampaging in a china shop, rushing towards Bruce who was about to escape.

Any customer he touched along the way was knocked away by his elbow, the table was bumped, and the drinks were poured over.

For a moment, the patrons in the bar screamed and became a mess.

After escaping the safe door, Bruce soon discovered that the alley in front of him was a dead end.

"Well, I knew it wouldn't be so easy."

Bruce put down his bag, moved his wrist, and punched the charging "Bull" hard on the left side of his face.

To his surprise, the opponent's skin was as rough and thick as a strong male bear, and he actually resisted his attack!

A cruel smile appeared on the biker gang boss's face, and then he stepped forward and wrapped his thick arms tightly around Bruce, as if he wanted to crush him.

Under the incomparably huge force, Bruce could only feel the blood rising in his head, and his senses felt like a balloon filled with blood, constantly expanding and getting bigger and bigger.

Bruce, who was being choked, did not lose his cool.

Resisting the numbness of his five senses, he threw his head back hard and hit the opponent's nose with his forehead.

This impact made the boss of the motorcycle gang let out a cry, giving Bruce more space to shake.

Finally, when the opponent was in a painful state of weakness, he broke free from the opponent's control and hit the opponent's eye socket with an elbow, giving the opponent a heavy blow.

There was a "bang" sound!

The dizzy boss of the motorcycle gang fell heavily to the ground, and the ground shook with the vibration of his strong body.

Half an hour later.

Bruce stood at the farm gate with his backpack in hand.

Looking at the messy farm in front of him, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Was there a terrorist attack on Mr. Padrick's house?

Or maybe I made a mistake?

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and compared the address carefully.

"Hey, Mr. Padrick."

It happened that Peter walked out of the living room at this time. Bruce saw Peter, whom he had not seen for more than three years, and greeted him excitedly.

Hearing some familiar voices, Peter raised his head and looked at the other person.

What I saw was a young man with a slender figure and a handsome and noble face.

"Who are you."

Peter walked towards him doubtfully and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you Bruce Wayne?"

"Yes, sir, I am Bruce Wayne."

Bruce gave him a hug excitedly, "I didn't expect, sir, that you haven't changed at all after so many years."

"Actually, I'm not that old."

Peter coughed and looked at Bruce Wayne who had grown into an "adult" in front of him.

Although Bruce had written to him frequently over the past three years.

But he had never met the other party before, so he didn't recognize him at first.

"I didn't expect you to grow up so fast."

He didn't expect that only three years had passed, and the young boy who was once in the rain had grown so tall.

Peter asked him, "Are you an adult? Bruce."

"17, still a few months away from adulthood."

Bruce smiled back at him.

"so."

Peter glanced at the bag in his hand, "Are you planning to run away from home?"

"No, I'm past that age."

Peter expressed doubts about his words, "Really? In my impression, Bruce Wayne has always been that stubborn and rebellious young man."

"I am also considered a rebel this time."

Bruce explained to Peter: "I plan to travel around the world. Although I can learn a lot in Gotham, I think there should be many people and things in this world that I need to experience on the way to achieve my goals."

"uh-huh."

Peter nodded, "So this is your first stop?"

"This is where I started, sir."

Bruce looked at the farm that seemed to have been bombed, and asked with some embarrassment: "Sir, can you still let me stay here for a few days?"

Star-Lord looked suspiciously at Bruce, who was working with the workers on the farm.

"Dad, is he a homeless man?"

Star-Lord saw the other person's bag and dusty clothes and thought that the other person was a homeless man.

"To be precise, he's going to be a homeless man."

Peter looked at the skilled Bruce and explained to Star-Lord.

"Then he must have no father and mother."

As he said that, Star-Lord looked at Bruce with pity.

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