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

Chapter 38: Stubborn Jonathan is finally pinned down

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Kent, I was just joking."

Horry, who had a serious expression, suddenly relaxed. "Anyway, I hope Mr. and Mrs. Kent can think about it carefully. I will visit again."

Having said that, he prepared to leave.

When he reached the door and put on sunglasses, he turned around and said to Jonathan and his wife, "But don't worry too much. I will keep this a secret."

After Holly left, Martha, with a worried look on her face, asked her husband, "Should we tell Peter?"

Jonathan nodded seriously, "I'll contact him right away."

ten minutes later.

Peter drove to Kent Farm.

After listening to Kennett's story, he frowned slightly.

Clark's welfare home proved that he had gotten it by using his "money power".

I didn't expect this guy to be able to find the loophole.

It seems that I will have to fill this loophole afterwards.

After pondering for a moment, he took out his cell phone and called Chandler at the police station, asking if there was a policeman named Horry Hawkins in the Smallville Police Department.

After getting a negative answer, he hung up the phone, shook his head and said to the couple, "There is no police officer named Holly Hawkins in the police station. It is obvious that this guy is a fake police officer."

"Fake policeman?"

Martha was even more confused. "Who is he?"

"Whatever he is, his target is Clark and John."

Jonathan held his wife's hand, conveying warmth to her, and said to Peter, "I guess he will come to you again, Peter."

Peter nodded, "That's great, I was just thinking of talking to him."

If this guy dared to show up in front of him, he wouldn't mind inflicting a little violence on him.

Let him know the price of hitting his own son and godson.

"This guy is in the dark, and we don't know his identity. For your safety, I suggest you and Clark move to my house temporarily."

Peter suggested that the Kent family move to his farm first.

In this way, if the black man wants to use force, he can also protect the safety of the Kents.

"Clark and Martha will stay with you for the time being, Peter. I don't have to."

Jonathan rejected Peter's proposal, "I can't leave the farm yet."

Martha opened her mouth, trying to persuade her husband.

But thinking of her husband's temper, she could only helplessly swallow what she wanted to say.

Peter frowned at him, "Don't be stubborn, Jonathan, this is for your safety."

"I know. Thank you, Peter, but I believe this fake policeman won't do anything rash. Since he said he wanted to keep it a secret, it means he still has something to worry about."

Jonathan decided that for the sake of his son, he would stay here and deal with that bastard.

No matter what means the other party uses, he will take it on.

Martha gave Peter an apologetic look.

Since her husband chose to stay on the farm, it was impossible for her to live with Peter.

"I'm sorry, Peter, Jonathan is just so stubborn. Clark, go to your place first. I'll stay here with Jonathan."

Peter was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "I see. Let's keep in touch."

Since Jonathan wanted to stay on the farm, there was no way for him to convince the other party, so he could only go back and think of a solution.

The next day.

Nothing happened during the day.

At night, Jonathan moved the farm tools to the storage in the backyard.

The dim moonlight shone in, covering the ground with a layer of silver light. The chirping of cicadas was replaced by the sound of crickets, and a breeze blew to wipe away his sweat.

Jonathan, who was packing up farm tools, suddenly heard footsteps outside.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up towards the warehouse entrance.

"Mr. Kent."

A familiar voice came into his ears, and in his astonished eyes, the black fake policeman who appeared yesterday stood at the door. The moment he saw the other party appear, Jonathan immediately became alert.

"Why are you here, Mr. Hawkins?"

"I just want to talk to you."

Horry coughed and took off his sunglasses. "I think we can reach an agreement about Clark."

"I have nothing to discuss with you."

Jonathan frowned, "Clark is just a child, he doesn't understand anything, don't bring him into your dirty world."

"You're right, Mr. Kent, it's a dirty world out there."

Horry's expression turned serious. "This is a powerful world full of injustice and discrimination. The police and judges trample on the law at will, and bankers squander the hard-earned money of the lower classes at will."

He spent decades in prison, and the property left to him by his parents was taken away by the bank. These experiences filled his heart with resentment.

"That's why we need to change the world, Mr. Kent. Clark and I are the chosen ones. We have the ability to change the world. I swear, in my hands, he will show his talent."

Jonathan looked at this madman in astonishment.

"You must be crazy!"

As Jonathan spoke, he prepared to pick up the pitchfork next to him without leaving any trace.

As if seeing through his actions, Horry teleported in front of him like lightning the next second.

Jonathan had no time to react. He felt a pain in his chest and was knocked away.

With a "bang", his body fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, there was crop straw on the ground, which cushioned some of the damage.

But the pain in his chest still made it difficult for him to breathe.

"you!"

Jonathan looked at Horry in shock as he slowly approached.

The opponent's speed was as fast as lightning. He just felt a flash before his eyes and then he flew out.

"Yes, I also have extraordinary powers, just like Clark."

Horry walked up to Jonathan and squatted down, his eyes emitting a faint green light.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kent, I don't have much patience right now, so I can only ask you and Mrs. Kent to go."

Jonathan breathed rapidly and tried to stand up and resist, but his eyes went dark and he fainted.

Padraic Farm.

Peter, who still didn't know what happened to Jonathan and his wife, was having dinner with Clark and Zu.

"Knock! Knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Peter went forward and opened the door, and found that it was a teenage boy who lived in a nearby neighbor's house.

"You're Little Sam, aren't you?"

The shy freckled boy nodded and handed Peter a letter.

"Uncle Padraic, this is a letter a stranger outside asked me to give you."

"stranger?"

Peter took the letter and looked out into the dark night. "Where is the stranger, Sam?"

Sam turned around and pointed to a fork in the road in the distance. "It was there just now, and then it disappeared all of a sudden."

Peter glanced at the deserted fork in the road, gave Sam a few honey sticks to send him away, and sat back at the dining table.

After opening the letter and reading its contents, his brows gradually furrowed.

"Dad, what does it say?"

Azu asked curiously.

"Someone--kidnapped Clark's parents."

"Dangdang!"

Clark's knife and fork fell to the table.

(End of this chapter)