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

Chapter 1003 Peter worries that Boogie might be Harley Quinn.

On the border of Markweya, a dozen superhumans in uniform hovered above the barbed wire fence.

Below, a group of ragged refugees pushed and cried out.

The leader of the superhumans gave the order, and more than a dozen blazing white beams of light fell precisely from the sky.

The beam of light swept across the crowd, and more than a hundred men, women, and children, along with their tattered bags, were instantly and completely erased at the atomic level, as if they had never existed.

"The border is secure, and the refugees have been expelled."

The leader of the superpowered individuals reported to headquarters in a flat, emotionless voice.

A swarm of drones silently flew over the scorched earth, transmitting real-time footage back to the capital.

New Delhi slums.
The Indian hero codenamed "Garuda" hovers above a cage made of rotten iron sheets and plastic sheeting.

Below, a dozen or so emaciated teenagers with vacant eyes were huddled together, their bodies covered in bruises and branding marks from beatings.

Several men wielding iron bars and with fierce faces lay on the ground, their throats gripped by an invisible force, their faces turning purplish-black.

"Let them go!"

Garuda spoke to the fierce-looking thugs.

One of the leaders struggled and roared, "Government... lackeys, you monsters... you're all in cahoots."

As he spoke, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Garuda's eyes sharpened, and the golden light suddenly intensified.

An invisible, immense force tightened instantly.

The cracking sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

A few seconds later, the bodies of the thugs lay limp on the ground like dried-out logs.

"The perpetrators have been punished."

Garuda turned to the rescued children, his voice softening, "Children, you are safe now."

After delivering the children who had been abducted by human traffickers to a safe location, Garuda left the scene.

However, just hours later, a sensational headline swept across the global internet: "India's 'hero' Garuda goes on a killing spree in the slums, eating the flesh and blood of human traffickers alive!"

The accompanying image is an enlarged, blurry photo of the scene—Garuda hovering above the corpse, with a terrified teenager beside it.

The news report cited an "anonymous witness" who claimed to have seen Garuda inject energy into human traffickers, "draining" their life essence and leaving only withered skin.

Soon, the news of "Indian superhero eating human traffickers" and the previous news of "Markway's superhuman instantly evaporates hundreds of refugees for border security" became international headlines.

News reports about the threat of superhumans are becoming increasingly prevalent.

Padrick Farm.

The farm mornings smelled of earth and hay, and sunlight slanted through the large windows, casting shadows on the wooden floor.

Peter dragged his somewhat weary steps down the stairs.

Last night's unusual meeting with Dr. Manhattan raised his vigilance towards the man to its highest level.

He needs to figure out what this guy is trying to do.
And then there's Pharaoh, who tricked the second-generation Rorschach; who knows what he'll do next.

The atmosphere in the living room was heavy. All the farm members seemed to be nailed to the sofa, their eyes fixed on the television screen.

"...Garuda, the superhero regarded by the Indian people as an incarnation of a god, is accused of cruelly 'absorbing' the life essence of several human traffickers during a rescue operation. Photos from the scene show that the bodies are abnormally shriveled..."

The news anchor's voice carried a deliberately created sense of horror, and blurry images of corpses flashed across the screen.

"dad?"

A light, cheerful sound broke the stillness in the air.

Like a bolt of lightning, Bao Bao darted across from the other end of the sofa and jumped in front of Peter.

She tilted her head slightly, her exceptionally bright eyes looking at Peter.

"Yeah, Boom Boom."

Peter habitually reached out and ruffled her messy hair, which was dyed with blue and pink highlights.

It feels as vibrant as ever, and has a bit of static electricity.

Bao Bao immediately acted like a cat being stroked, but only felt comfortable for a second before quickly pulling her head out from under his palm and emphasizing her position.

“You didn’t take me to Gotham yesterday, Dad.”

She raised her voice a little, "Raven can go, Mordred can go, even Azu went!"

"Cough cough."

Peter coughed and comforted his daughter.

"Because this mission might be a bit dangerous, Dad will take you on the next mission alone."

While comforting his daughter, Peter glanced at the television.

The screen is playing a clip of Lex Luthor's impassioned speech about a "superhuman conspiracy."

Lex has been unusually active lately.

“Danger is what makes it fun!” Bao Bao immediately retorted, her eyes shining brightly. Clearly, Peter’s explanation was completely unconvincing to her.

"Mordred said you saw the Joker? That green-haired, red-mouthed lunatic who's always yelling 'HAHAHA'?"

Bao Bao's tone was full of curiosity.

"He looks like he came from a circus on TV, Dad. Is he even crazier in real life? Does he have any special tricks up his sleeve? Like suddenly conjuring up a bunch of bomb clownfish? Or telling you a super-duper-corny joke?"

Peter: "."

How come I didn't notice that Boom is interested in clowns?
However, Peter guessed that in Bomb's eyes, the clown was an exaggerated, exciting, and even somewhat "cool" villainous symbol, just like the chaotic cartoon characters she liked.

She probably couldn't understand or feel the pure malice and distortion beneath that layer of paint and maniacal laughter.

Peter coughed, touched his frizzy hair, and said to her, "He's not cool at all, because all he wants to do is tear everything beautiful apart and watch people break down in despair, don't you think, Bruce?"

Peter then turned the conversation to Bruce.

Bruce was at a loss for words after hearing Peter's words, so he could only give a vague reply.

Upon hearing Peter's words, Bao Bao shrugged slightly and muttered softly, "Oh... okay, then he really is a big bad guy."

Tossing the Joker aside, Bao Bao immediately perked up again, "What about Dr. Manhattan? Dad! That blue guy who can predict the future, is he really as big as you said? As blue? Did he talk to you? What did he say? Did he tell you, like reading a weather forecast, that it will rain tomorrow?"

Bao Bao's thoughts jumped around extremely quickly, and his eyes sparkled with pure curiosity, as if he were inquiring about a rare alien creature.

When Dr. Manhattan was mentioned, Peter felt that invisible pressure return.

"He...is indeed very blue."

Peter tried to describe it in a way that Boom could understand: “It was very big, like a glowing blue mountain floating in the air, and it talked to us.”

Wow...!

Bao Bao exclaimed in surprise, "Then he'll never get lost? And he'll never forget his keys? Because he 'saw' he might forget them, so he brought them in advance?"

"Does the water turn blue when he takes a shower? Like a faded new pair of jeans?"

Peter: "."

He's feeling a bit melancholy now.

Could it be that my daughter wouldn't become the source of unrest, as Dr. Manhattan suggested?

He's now worried that Boom might become Harley Quinn, just like in his previous life.

Listen to what she said; it really does have a crazy and unconventional feel to it.

"Maybe," Peter said, shaking off his random thoughts, and ruffled her hair again. This time, Bao Bao didn't dodge; instead, she rubbed against him like a kitten.

"With his kind of existence, he probably... doesn't need to worry about trivial things like forgetting his keys or his bathwater turning blue."

He put his arm around Bao Bao's shoulder and led her to the sofa.

Worried that Bao Bao might ask another question that would give him a headache, Peter turned his attention to the television.

The television is broadcasting an interview about the firestorm.

Because the previous Russian superhero, Firestorm, had similar abilities to Firestorm, and it was pointed out that Firestorm was a weapon made in the United States, Firestorm became a target of public criticism.

To clarify that he was not a government-made weapon, Firestorm gave a television interview.

In American news studios, the spotlights are so intense they make your skin feel hot.

Firestorm—a fusion of Ronnie Raymond and Martin Stein—stands in front of the camera, his fiery red hair resembling burning flames.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Conspiracy theory? Living weapons?"

He pointed to his temple, where two opposing forces were clashing violently, causing his expression to become somewhat distorted.

“Look at me, I’m Ronnie Raymond, a high school dropout, and he’s Martin Stein, an old nerd who almost died in a particle accelerator accident. We merged, we exploded, and we almost blew ourselves into the sky.”

"What kind of meticulous design is this? What kind of government plan? We're not lab rats! We're a damn accident!"

He slammed his fist into the heavy solid wood guest table, the energy overflowing uncontrollably and instantly melting a sizzling hole in the expensive mahogany tabletop.

A collective gasp filled the studio.

"Look outside!"

Firestorm pointed out the studio window, where a huge screen was showing news of the devastation at the Makweja border and the chaos in India.

“Some people are dying, some people are exploiting fear, and you, you cowards hiding behind your screens, and all of you!”

He pointed to the guest sitting opposite him—the Elemental Man, a superhuman whose entire body was covered in constantly flowing metal.

The elemental beings insisted that they were living weapons created by the government for profit.

This leads more people to believe that superheroes are weapons created by the government.

Looking at the traitor, Firestorm glared at him: "You've been lying all along. We are all superhumans, not created by the government. You're just spreading sensationalist rumors, hoping to create chaos in the world."

The elementalist let out a piercing laugh, "Raymond, stop with your pathetic act!"

His voice rang out, cold and inflammatory, "Open your eyes and see! Markway's army of superhumans, India's 'gods,' Israel's 'ghosts'—who's behind them? The government! The military!"

(End of this chapter)