Chapter 113 Black Widow's murderous intent

"Stay home, John, and take care of Star-Lord."

After giving instructions to Azu, Peter picked up his coat and walked out.

Azu, who overheard Peter's call, shrugged his shoulders and turned the TV channel to the Fox TV station that was playing "An American Werewolf in London".

He had little interest in Bruce's well-being.

In comparison, he would rather watch werewolves killing people on the streets of London.

Star-Lord got up and went downstairs. He didn't find Peter. He scratched his head and asked Azu who was watching TV, "Isn't dad here?"

"Dad went to save Bruce. This idiot was being manipulated by a woman."

Azu said disdainfully: "He even said he wanted to travel around the world. I suspect that he would be deceived to the point that he would lose all his bones as soon as he left the United States."

"Is daddy in danger?"

Star-Lord asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Dad will have no problem dealing with her."

Azu said confidently.

"Why?"

"Because her name is Katie."

Azu turned to Star-Lord and said: "A guy with such a name must not be a powerful character. Katie, he sounds like a kitten with no threat."

He paused for a moment and continued: "Dad said that names are very important. They are a way of how we see others. No matter who the person is, as long as there is a strange name, it will be like a dirty line. Like a wet dress, it clings to your body."

"Then no one will try to see what kind of person you are, they will just see the ugly clothes."

Azu coughed, rubbed the tip of his suddenly itchy nose, and continued to say to Star-Lord:

"Like if George Clooney, was named Artie Finkelnuts, or if Marie Curie was named... uh, Grimelda Shatterblossom?"

He added, "I don't think the name Star-Lord is good either."

Star-Lord was stunned for a moment. It turned out that Azu’s final purpose was to complain about his own name?

"Star-Lord is the name my dad gave me, and it's not a name like a dirty, wet dress."

Star-Lord said to him angrily.

Azu had always been dissatisfied because his father named Star-Lord "Little Peter". Now when he saw Star-Lord arguing with him, he immediately stood up.

"Yeah, it's not a name like that, but it sounds like a name that talks a lot, talks a lot, talks nonsense."

Azu's hands made a little crocodile puppet, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he was babbling, "Star-Lord, Star-Lord, Star-Lord, don't you think it's childish?"

"I think the name "Patriot" is not very good. It sounds like a kind-hearted person who vows to protect the motherland, but in fact, you are not that kind of person at all!"

Being ridiculed by Star-Lord, Azu's expression immediately turned evil, "This is the nickname my father gave me."

"Star-Lord is also the nickname my father gave me. Your nickname is no more noble than mine."

"Get out of here!"

Azu cursed at the other party in displeasure.

But he soon realized that he would be beaten if Peter heard him say bad words.

So he puffed up his cheeks, took a deep breath, and asked Star-Lord warily

"You didn't record it just now, right?"

He knew how despicable this boy Star-Lord was. Although he was younger, he was much more cunning than Clark.

"Of course I recorded it."

Star-Lord picked up the tape recorder in his hand and shook it towards Azu.

"You complained about the name my father gave me and you also used foul language. I think my father would be very unhappy if he knew about it."

"All right."

A spring-like smile appeared on Azu's face, and he said to Star-Lord: "You know, Star-Lord, we have always been brothers."

He opened his arms and gestured to give Star-Lord a hug, "I love you, brother, we are a family, and I will always protect you."

Star-Lord couldn't help but take a step back.

Who did you learn this face-changing style from?

Why do I feel so scared?

In the car, Peter was talking to Officer Chandler.

"Katie Wiznewski is a native of Metropolis. Five years ago, her boyfriend suddenly went crazy and murdered her parents. After losing her parents, she inherited all the inheritance."

Chandler tells Peter about the information he found about the teacher.

"Then she married a CEO, and the CEO's whereabouts were unknown. And in this case, bank tycoon Horry Hunter was said to have dated this beautiful teacher before his death."

Peter drove the vehicle while listening to the other person's story.

"It sounds exactly like what a black widow would do."

Peter looked at the crowd on the sidewalk in front of him and asked him: "If we identify this teacher as the murderer, then why did the old man in the orphanage do it?"

"I also looked into the lady's information. She is Katie Wiznewski's aunt. They had some disputes before."

"That explains it. Black Widow's Revenge doesn't sound strange."

Peter waited until the light turned green and started the car. "Why don't you arrest her?"

"In fact, we have sent many police forces to arrest her, but no trace of her has been found either in the school or her residence. In short, she is an extremely dangerous woman, and the police station will issue a wanted warrant soon."

After saying a few words to Peter, Chandler hung up the phone.

Peter frowned and held the phone, and tried to call Bruce again, but still failed to dial the other party's phone.

He put the phone away and exhaled, and could only hope that Bruce would have good luck.

At the same time.

Katie Wiznewski was in a villa outside Smallwell.

She was wearing a sexy long skirt and frowned at herself in the mirror.

The sexy style of flaming red lips made her look like she exuded a different kind of charm.

She stretched out her hand and put her finger on the corner of her eye.

Through the mirror, she saw a very subtle wrinkle near the corner of her eye.

She looked at the wrinkle with disgust, left the bathroom, walked to the living room and took out a rose from the vase.

She took a deep breath towards the rose and felt the rich fragrance of the flower.

As she moved, the rose immediately withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the subtle wrinkles at the corner of her eye disappeared in an instant after absorbing the vitality of the rose.

Putting the withered rose back into the vase, she turned and walked into her room.

Bruce was feeling a little uneasy in the room.

He was called here by the other party, thinking that something was wrong.

But Katie took his phone away and told him to wait, saying that there was a surprise.

"Squeak!"

Just as Bruce was waiting, Katie Wiznewski pushed the door and walked in.

"Sorry for the wait, Bruce."

Katie smiled and walked towards him.

"No, actually I didn't wait too long."

Feeling the fragrance of the other party breathing towards him, Bruce moved to the side a little awkwardly.

In order to ease his inner embarrassment, he pointed to a long-standing portrait hanging on the wall and asked the other party: "Who is this?"

"You mean her?"

Katie Wiznewski looked at the black and white portrait hanging on the wall.

This is a portrait taken with an old camera.

The woman in eighteenth-century clothing was smiling at the front.

Although the woman in the portrait was young, she gave Bruce a dark and gloomy feeling.

"This is my ancestor, Elizabeth Paris."

Katie Wiznewski stared at the portrait, with a complicated look in her eyes.

"She was beautiful, wasn't she? Unfortunately, her life ended in the best years, when witch hunting was prevalent in the Middle Ages, and the church continued to expand the incident and included the entire female group."

"My ancestor Elizabeth Paris was one of the 'witches' who were burned to death."

Turning her eyes away from the painting, she shook her head and said to Bruce: "But that's a long story. Let's talk about the present, Bruce."

She sat on Bruce's lap, hugged him and said aggrievedly: "Do you know what Peter Padrick did to me last night?"

"Mr. Padrick?"

Bruce was surprised and didn't expect the other party to mention Peter.

"Yes, he was in the barn last night and wanted to do something bad to me. If I hadn't resisted desperately, I'm afraid he would have succeeded."

When she said this, Katie Wiznewski showed a pitiful expression.

"I never thought that Peter Padrick would be such a person."

Katie squeezed out a tear from her eyes, "And he also said that because I am Bruce's woman, he feels more."

The first reaction that appeared in Bruce's mind after hearing Katie's words was that it was impossible.

He has always regarded Peter as a father figure and never believed that Peter would do such a thing.

If it was Azu who did it and said such a perverted thing, he would still believe it a little.

But Azu is only ten years old, how could it be possible?

"No, it's impossible, Mr. Padrick would not do this."

Bruce's heart was in a mess, but he still said firmly: "I know Mr. Padrick."

"No, actually you don't know him, and you have never even glimpsed his secrets."

Speaking, Katie Wiznewski blew a breath at him and silently chanted a spell.

"Now, you have to believe me."

The next second, Bruce's eyes became cloudy, and he looked at Katie and nodded, "Yes, I believe you."

"Very good, there is a pistol in the drawer now, take it out."

Bruce mechanically took out a pistol from the drawer.

Katie Wiznewski looked at Bruce's actions with satisfaction and handed him the phone, "Peter Padrick called, tell him you are here."