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

Chapter 42 I am also a demon

Peter doesn't know yet that his "merman" has been used by Zu to deal with Clark.

Now he was at old Holly's house, watching him open the safe.

Old Holly showed Peter the green US dollars and jewelry and said, "These are all the things I robbed, but you can't take them away."

Peter frowned. "Why not? Mr. Horry, I think you got one thing wrong. This is originally mine."

He had long regarded the Luther Family Bank in Smallwell Town as his own.

Of course, the money here also belongs to you.

When Old Holly heard Peter say that this was his, he was stunned.

Are there such shameless guys 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 seen by those in power as a tool to enslave us. Bankers use these tools to exploit our hard-earned money. People like Lionel Luther destroyed our homes and took away our savings. Since we have the ability to change the rules, why don't we do it together?"

Old Horry excitedly expressed his views.

After decades in prison, he was reborn with the desire to do something big.

But Peter was not interested in his ambitions.

He shook his head and said, "You sound like you think you're 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, you are also a devil, we are the same people, why can't we work together?"

Peter looked at Old Horry in surprise.

He didn't expect that this old guy could talk about profound principles in a very long way.

A villain like you should be famous in Gotham. Why do you want to stay in a small town and be a security guard?

Peter coughed, threw away the messy thoughts in his mind, and said to Old Horry:
"You're right, Mr. Horry. You're a devil, and so am I. And neither of us mind being devils. Of course, I mind less than you."

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

Old Horry asked puzzledly, "What stage?"

"Pretend that you have been treated unfairly and abused, and treat yourself as a victim, like a rich lady making a fuss, as if the whole world is against you."

After expressing his contempt for the other party, Peter 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 Holly, who was caught in mid-air, turned red in the face and struggled hard with his legs.

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

"why?"

Old Holly, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying, tried his best to squeeze out the word.

“Because you’re black.”

With a "click", Peter broke the opponent's neck.

"Pfft!"

Old Holly, who died with his eyes wide open, received his lunch box with resentment and resentment towards "racists".

After killing the other person, Peter exhaled and looked at the night sky outside the window.

The rain that had been falling all night seemed to have slowed down a bit.

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

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

Not only did he fail to protect Clark, but even his wife was involved.

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

Jonathan and Martha thought it was Holly'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 made the couple stunned.

"Pet-Peter?"

Martha looked at Peter in surprise as he appeared in front of her and prepared to untie the rope for her.

"Why? Are you surprised to see me, Martha?"

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

Peter helped Martha untie the ropes that bound her body, then 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."

Amid the sound of "pattering" rain, Peter drove Jonathan and Martha to Patrick's farm.

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

After listening to Peter's brief account of how he received Horry's letter and came here alone, Jonathan thanked Peter with guilt and emotion.

"You don't have to be so polite. I'm Clark's godfather. We've always been a family, right?"

Peter said to Martha, who was standing beside him with her eyes slightly red with emotion.

"Yes, we are a family."

Martha Nannan replied.

She thought again of the scene between Peter and herself at Walmart supermarket six years ago.

At that time, Peter saved himself and Clark without hesitation.

Before she could say anything else, the car had already arrived at Patrick's farm.

After pushing open the car door and getting out, Martha was stunned when she saw the farm in front of her that looked like it had been bombed 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 a mess, full of potholes. The turned-over soil, wet by the rain, gave off a strong earthy smell.

The fence around the farm was lying on the ground in pieces.

The wall of the barn not far away seemed to have a big hole in it, and broken wooden materials were scattered around.

The living room door was knocked down to only half remaining, 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 all seemed to have been damaged, and their badly damaged appearance showed what kind of damage they had suffered.

"My God!"

Martha covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief.

"No! Clark!"

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

Peter followed with a grim 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've always known that, John. You have laser eyes, and you don't look like the Godfather at all!"

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

But he still breathed heavily and said something that broke A-Zu's defense.

The furious A-Zu was about to go over and cover his mouth when he suddenly heard a voice behind him that made him feel cold all over.

"Azu.!"

Peter's voice seemed to come from hell, causing A-Zu to press the pause button and stand still, not daring to move.

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