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

Chapter 12 I Do Whatever I Want

After riding a horse to send Lana back to the stables, Peter went to visit Jonathan's family.

"I heard about the Lewis family, Peter."

Jonathan poured Peter a cup of coffee. "That was an accident that no one wanted to see."

Martha sat next to her husband and listened quietly to their conversation.

Occasionally she cast a glance at Peter.

Six years have passed, and Peter really hasn't changed at all!
It seemed as if time had really stopped for him.

As a woman, she was a little envious of Peter's ability to maintain his youthful appearance.

I'll definitely ask Peter for his maintenance secret someday.

Jonathan didn't know that his wife was coveting Peter's secret. He asked Peter, "Do you have any clues about the murderer who stole the body?"

"No, not yet."

Peter deliberately concealed the fact that Louis' wife was the suspect.

"This type of sleeve-type tomb is very simple. After the funeral ceremony, the coffin is lowered into the tomb, and then the church celebrant takes the two top covers, ties them together with wire, and then covers the tomb, so it is easy to pry open."

Peter said as he took a sip of his coffee.

He put down the cup and asked Jonathan, "Jonathan, have you ever heard of the living dead?"

"The living dead?"

Jonathan was stunned. "You mean the living dead in George Romero's movies?"

"Yes."

“I’ve seen quite a few in the movies.”

Peter shook his head. "No, I mean reality."

He suspected that the land, contaminated by kryptonite, could resurrect the dead.

Otherwise, it would not explain why Vanessa secretly buried her son there.

But the resurrection of the dead is bizarre and impossible from any perspective.

Even if Kryptonite has magical powers, it cannot bring a dead person back to life.

At most, it would allow the corpse to stand up again and become a consciousnessless zombie.

So he wanted to ask Jonathan if there were any similar legends in the town of Smallville.

Once such a legend appeared, it proved that similar things had happened in the town - someone had buried bodies in that land and the dead were resurrected, which was why Vanessa, who saw it with her own eyes, believed it without a doubt.

Of course, it is also possible that Vanessa is a mental patient, in which case all the above inferences would be overturned.

"I haven't seen it."

Jonathan thought Peter was kidding him, "Unless it's the zombie apocalypse."

Martha next to him said, "I have seen strange animals that look like zombies, but they are not human beings."

Hearing his wife say this, Jonathan immediately looked at her in surprise.

"Are you sure you're not kidding, Martha?"

"of course not."

Martha recalled, "Do you remember? Bill's family has a Plott Hound."

"Of course, that hound is fierce."

"It's like this. A month ago, I saw this hound being hit by a car. The hound was already dead at the time. The strange thing is, I saw it again half a month ago."

"Hmm, maybe he was rescued then."

Jonathan said noncommittally.

"But the hound became more aggressive and had a strange stench."

Jonathan asked his wife, "So you think it turned into 'The Walking Dead'?"

"I don't know. Peter mentioned the zombies, so I connected them together. But it's also possible that Old Bill got a new identical dog. Who knows!"

Peter listened to Martha's words and nodded thoughtfully.

"That's Bill's house!"

Clark pointed to a house and said, "He has a Plott dog at home, maybe"

Clark, who was a little afraid of dogs, said hesitantly: "Maybe we can ask the godfather to help us pick up the kite."

Clark's eagle kite fell on Old Bill's house.

Although he wanted to go in and pick it up, he was a little scared when he thought of the other party's guarding hound. "We can't need Dad's help for everything. I am a - motherland! Nothing can hurt me, I can do whatever I want!"

A-Zu pinched his waist and said confidently.

Although he didn't understand why his father gave him such a nickname.

But the name sounds cool.

He likes this nickname.

With a disdainful look at Clark, A-Zu walked towards Old Bill's house.

The moment he bent down to pick up the kite, he noticed that the door of the warehouse in front of him suddenly opened a crack.

A-Zu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"Oh!"

The next second, the warehouse door was slammed open.

A huge hound rushed toward him.

"Shet!!"

A-Zu imitated Peter, spit out a curse word, and ran out.

Clark, who was waiting outside, suddenly heard a low dog barking.

Then, as he looked on in shock, a hound rushed out following A-Zu.

Seeing A-Zu being chased by a dog, Clark immediately ran outside as fast as he could.

When disaster struck, Clark no longer cared about his brotherhood.

"Help!"

As he ran, Zu opened his mouth and called for help.

But there was no one around, only a vicious dog chasing after him with a huffing sound.

Clark had originally run away, but upon hearing Zu's cry for help, he mustered up the courage to return.

Clark, holding a stick, shouted to Azu: "Here, run this way, John!"

When A Zu saw Clark appear, he immediately ran towards him.

"Whoosh!"

Swinging the stick, Clark swung at the vicious dog rushing towards him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's movements were extremely agile, and Clark failed to hit him, but fell to the ground instead.

The vicious dog ignored Clark and pounced on Azu.

With a "thump", A-Zu, who was standing unsteadily, fell to the ground.

At the same time, the vicious dog also pounced over.

At the critical moment, A Zu grabbed the vicious dog's neck with his hands to prevent the dog's sharp teeth from biting him.

The fishy smell emanating from the other person's mouth almost made him faint.

Gritting his teeth, A-Zu strangled the vicious dog's neck with his hands.

The red light in his eyes became more and more intense.

"what!"

Finally, when the vicious dog was about to bite him, the laser in A-Zu's eyes suddenly emitted.

The thermal line of sight, emitting intense heat, pierced directly through the neck of the vicious dog.

The hot line of sight cut out horizontally, and the vicious dog's neck was pierced through by the hot knife like butter.

The ferocious dog's movements suddenly stopped.

"Clap!"

The vicious dog's neck fell directly onto A-Zu.

The sticky and smelly black blood poured down like a waterfall.

A-Zu's little face was instantly covered in dirty blood.

Clark stood up and saw a scene that shocked him.

A-Zu was standing not far away, holding a dog's head in his hands, his face was covered in blood, and his whole body was splattered with blood.

A-Zu, holding the dog's head, with his face covered in blood, gave Clark a smile that was uglier than crying.

(End of this chapter)