Chapter 42 I am also a demon

Peter didn't know it yet, but his "mermaid" had been used by Azu to deal with Clark.

Now he was at Old Horry's residence, watching the other party open the safe.

Old Horry showed the green dollars and jewelry to Peter, "These are all the things I robbed, but you can't take it away."

Peter frowned, "Why not? Mr. Horry, I think you made a mistake. This is my thing."

The Luther Family Bank in Smallville Town has long been regarded as his own.

Of course the money here belongs to you too.

Old Horry was stunned when he heard Peter say that this was his thing.

Is there such a shameless guy in the world?

After trying to calm down, he said to Peter: "I can do a lot of things with this money. We can change this despicable world."

"The law is regarded by the powerful as a tool to enslave us. Bankers use these tools to exploit our hard-earned money, just like people like Lenor Luther. They destroy our homes and take away our savings. Since we have Ability to change this rule, why not do it together?”

Old Horry expressed his views excitedly.

After decades in prison, he regained his life and wanted to do something in life.

But Peter was not interested in his ambition.

He shook his head and said, "You sound like you think of yourself as the savior of the world, Mr. Horry."

Old Horry replied: "Yes, I want to be the savior, but I am also a devil, Mr. Padrick, and you are also a devil. We are all the same people, why can't we work together?"

Peter looked at Old Horry in surprise.

He didn't expect that this old guy would talk about great principles one after another.

A villain like you deserves to be famous in Gotham, why would you settle in a small town and be a security guard?

After coughing, Peter shook the messy thoughts out of his mind and said to Old Horry:

"You're right, Mr. Horry, you are a devil, and I am a devil, and we don't mind being devils. Of course, I don't mind it more than you."

He continued in a calm tone: "But I'm past that stage."

Old Horry asked doubtfully: "What stage?"

"Pretend that you have been unfairly treated, treat yourself as a victim, like a lady making a fuss, as if everyone in the world can't get along with you."

After Peter finished expressing his contempt for the other party, he took a step forward.

He suddenly grabbed Old Horry's throat, who had no time to react, and lifted him into the air.

"Ho ho ho!"

Old Horry, who was caught in mid-air, turned red, kicked his legs hard and struggled.

"What a pity. You almost convinced me just now. Do you know why you failed?"

"Why?"

Old Horry, whose eyes were horribly bloodshot, tried his best to force the word out of his mouth.

"Because you're black."

With a "click", Peter directly broke the other person's neck.

"Plop!"

The old Horry, who was unwilling to die and resentful towards the "racist", directly received the lunch box.

After killing the other party, Peter exhaled and looked out the window at the night sky.

The rain that had been falling all night seemed to have become lighter.

In the abandoned factory, Jonathan and Martha, whose hands and feet were tied, were anxiously thinking of a solution.

"I'm sorry, Martha. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been stubborn."

Jonathan felt a little regretful at this time.

He should have agreed to go to Peter's house, otherwise he wouldn't have been kidnapped by this monster.

Now not only was Clark not protected, his wife was even involved.

Just as Martha was about to comfort her husband, she suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Jonathan and Martha thought it was Horry's footsteps and held their breath nervously.

"Squeak!"

The iron door was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in.

"Found you."

Peter's familiar voice stunned the couple.

"Peter?"

Martha looked at Peter in surprise as he appeared in front of her, ready to untie herself.

"What? Are you surprised to see me? Martha."

"No I just. didn't expect you to show up here, Peter, why?"

Peter helped Martha untie the ropes from her body and walked towards Jonathan, who was also in a state of shock.

"That's a long story, but I think we need to get out of here first."

Amidst the patter of rain, Peter drove Jonathan and Martha to Padrick's farm.

"Peter, I, Martha and I don't know how to thank you enough."

After listening to Peter briefly describe how he received Horry's letter and came here alone, Jonathan felt guilty and moved to thank Peter.

"You don't have to be so polite. I am Clark's godfather. We have always been a family, haven't we?"

Peter said to Martha next to him, whose eyes were slightly red due to emotion.

"Yes, we are a family."

Martha Nannan replied.

She thought again of the scene between Peter and herself at Wal-Mart six years ago.

At that time, Peter saved himself and Clark without risking his own life.

When she was about to say something more, the car had already arrived at Padrick's farm.

After opening the door and getting out of the car, Martha was stunned when she saw the farm in front of her that seemed to have been bombarded by artillery shells.

Peter, who was standing next to her, looked at the farm in shock. The first thought in his mind was that the US government had bombed his farm with missiles.

The ground was in a mess, with potholes and bumps. The soil was wet by rain and gave off a strong earthy smell.

The fences outside the farm fell to the ground in pieces.

The wall of the barn not far away seemed to have been hit by something, and broken wooden materials were scattered around.

The living room door was only half left, standing alone in the night.

Through the half door, you can vaguely see the mess in the living room.

The sofa, dining table, and stairs seemed to have suffered, and the damaged appearance showed what kind of damage they had suffered.

"Oh my God!"

Martha covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief.

"No! Clark!"

She quickly remembered that Clark was still on the farm, and immediately ran to the living room.

Peter followed with a sullen face.

Martha ran into the living room like crazy, and what she heard was Clark's words that almost made her trip.

"No! Martha is my mother, and the Godfather is my biological father. I have always known that, John, you have laser eyes, you are nothing like the Godfather!"

Because of the kryptonite radiation, Clark fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.

But he still panted and said something that broke Azu's defense.

The exasperated Azu was about to cover his mouth, and suddenly heard a voice behind him that made him feel cold all over.

"Azu.!"

Peter's voice seemed to come from hell, and Azu pressed the pause button, stopping in place and not daring to move.

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