Chapter 117 Clark Awakens His Heat Vision and His Mind Is Not Right

The next day, early morning.

As soon as Azu got up and walked out the door, he saw Clark standing in the open space of the farm.

Not far ahead of him was a dummy.

Seeing Clark staring at the dummy without blinking, Azu was a little confused.

"What are you doing? Clark."

"I'm practicing my heat vision."

Clark said seriously: "When I put on the ruby ​​ring, I activated the heat vision ability of my eyes. Now, my godfather asked me to practice on the dummy to see if I can reactivate it."

Azu nodded, "So... you just watch like this?"

He thought this approach was a bit silly.

"The Godfather also asked me to imagine things that would make me angry or otherwise trigger my emotions."

Clark shook his head helplessly as he spoke, "But I've been looking at it for an hour, and it still doesn't work."

"Yeah?"

Azu thought for a while, "I have an idea."

As he spoke, he walked toward the house.

Although he was still a little angry with Clark, he was much less angry now.

Not long after, Azu walked out of the house furtively.

After confirming again that Peter was not at home and that Star-Lord did not notice him, Azu took out the magazine that Peter had collected yesterday.

"Maybe you could try this."

Azu pushed the magazine to the other party.

"Well"

Clark took the magazine curiously and after taking a look at the explosive pictures on it, Clark handed it to Azu with some embarrassment.

"I guess these don't work."

"You haven't tried it yet, how do you know it won't work?"

Clark said unnaturally: "This will not make my mood fluctuate greatly."

"Yeah?"

After hearing Clark's explanation, Azu had no choice but to put the magazine away, preparing to secretly put it back into Peter's room later.

Before leaving, he thought for a while and said to Clark: "Maybe you can imagine it as Lana."

"Lana?"

After Azu left, Clark half-convinced that the dummy in front of him was Lana.

Staring at Lana's whole body transformed from the dummy, Clark's eyes focused on it.

The next second, the heat vision suddenly shot out, hitting the dummy with a "sizzling" sound.

"Bah!"

The dummy pierced by heat vision immediately burst into flames.

"I succeeded?!"

Clark looked at his hands in disbelief and was immediately overjoyed.

Lana really works!

other side.

Azu, who secretly put the magazine in Peter's room, saw Star-Lord in the living room as soon as he came downstairs.

Feeling a little guilty, he asked Star-Lord: "What are you doing?"

"Watching TV, the TV station said that there was a circus performing in the town."

Star-Lord said with bright eyes, "I have to go and take a look. Maybe I can learn a trick from the magician inside."

Star-Lord couldn't wait to see a wonderful magic show.

"Magic show?"

Azu shook his head. He had no interest in this kind of magic show.

Talon Club.

Peter meets Officer Chandler for a drink.

"Honestly, I prefer the big bars in the metropolis. Do you know what kind of bars they are?"

Chandler asked Peter.

"What kind?"

Peter asked curiously.

He did have a bar in Metropolis, the one Bruce gave him.

“It’s all dazzling, star-studded, neon-lit bars.”

Chandler said slightly drunkenly:

“There are women wearing super short skirts with big, round fake breasts, showing off their butts and legs, and then there are the gay guys—those young guys who are showing off, walking around in huge high heels. Go, mesh shirts make swishing sounds with their movements, wear heart-shaped sunglasses, and dance to the powerful music with their werewolf-like nails!”

"uh-huh."

Peter listened to his words and replied: "You really have a strong taste."

"It's nothing. If you go to a bar in Miami, you'll see better content than what I just said."

"alright."

Peter interrupted him and asked him: "How did you handle Teacher Katie's case?"

He now wants to know the outcome of the female teacher who was possessed by a witch.

"she"

After a pause, Chandler said: "She said she had no knowledge of what she had done, and said that a devil had taken over her body. We gave her a mental evaluation and initially concluded that there might be a split personality problem. "

"Split personality?"

"Anyway, she has some mental problems."

Officer Chandler downed the vodka in one gulp and set down a goblet with a lime wedge on the rim and a bubble in it.

"She also mentioned you."

"Oh? What did you say to me?"

"She said you could prove her innocence."

Hearing that Katie wanted to prove it for her, Peter was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head, "No, actually I don't know more than the police, so forget it."

He has no interest in getting involved in such troublesome things that have nothing to do with him.

Besides, how can I prove it?

Tell the Smallville Police Department that everything was caused by a witch? !

"Okay, whatever you want."

Chandler handed a document to the other party while drinking.

"I also helped you investigate the Elizabeth Pals you mentioned."

He told Peter the information about the investigation, "In the seventeenth century, she had a prominent status in this town and was a noble lady. However, it was said that she was addicted to black magic and was related to the disappearance of children in the town. She was eventually found at that time. The police officer arrested her, along with two other women.”

"The three women were all burned at the stake. However, as they were being burned by the flames, they shouted that they would come back later."

After listening to Chandler's story, Peter nodded.

"Three witches?"

"Yes, Madeline Evans, Briana Wade, and Elizabeth Pars, but after hundreds of years, we haven't heard any news about the resurrection of these women. It seems that they will never be able to be resurrected. "

"That's not necessarily the case."

Peter shook his head, picked up the glass and took a sip.

Seeing that Peter stopped talking, Chandler picked up the glass and continued to taste the whiskey.

"Uncle Padraic, do you need anything else?"

Peter was thinking about something when a somewhat familiar voice came.

He looked up and saw that it was Lana who was holding the tray and smiling at him.

"Lana?"

Peter looked at each other and asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"Aunt Nell also has a stake in this bar, so I will come over to help, especially when there are more customers."

Lana skillfully put away the beer glass at the next table and said to him: "Aunt Nell said that I need to practice some social activities. I think it makes sense."

Peter nodded, "Really? I remember hearing Clark say, aren't you a cheerleader? Do you still have time to come to the bar to help?"

"I actually quit cheerleading."

Lana smiled at him and did not continue talking about the cheerleading team, but said to him:

"Would you like a beer, Mr. Padrick? The Talon Club is offering a buy one, get one free. Regulars like you should be able to buy one, get two free."

"Hmm, let's have a drink."

Peter asked her casually: "How are you doing Nell recently?"

"Auntie is very good, but she has been a little busy recently. She has to be busy with things at the racecourse and Talon."

After talking to Peter for a few words, Lana walked toward the kitchen with a wine tray.

As a result, as soon as I got up, I ran into a customer walking over because of my lack of concentration.

The arrogant customer knocked Lana off her feet.

With a "bang", the wine on the tray in Lana's hand poured onto the other party's clothes. The glass fell from the tray and made a clear cracking sound when it fell to the ground.

Lana was shocked and quickly apologized to the other party, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to do it."

She quickly picked up a tissue and prepared to wipe the spilled wine on the other party.

"Are you walking without eyes?"

The man in khaki pants, who looked like a street gangster, glared at Lana viciously.

"Do you know how much this dress costs for me? I bought it new, a thousand dollars."

Seeing the helpless Lana, the street guy took a step closer to her, "It will also cost a lot to wash the clothes. Let's see how much compensation you can make."

When she heard that the other party wanted her to compensate, the look of helplessness on Lana's face became even stronger.

She nervously apologized to the other party in a low voice, "Sir, I'm really sorry, I..."

Seeing that Lana seemed to want to explain, the street elements impatiently reached out and grabbed Lana's hand.

Lana was frightened and didn't make any reaction. She just stared blankly at the other party's hand grabbing towards her.

However, what scared her didn't happen, and Peter grabbed the other person's hand.

"You want to show off to a little girl?"

Peter held the opponent's wrist and kept tightening it. The painful street guy's brows knitted into a ball, and sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Let go!"

As Peter held his wrist and kept tightening it, the street elements made sounds of pain.

Peter released his hold on the other person's hand and pushed the other person forward.

There was a "bang" sound.

The staggering street element hit the wall heavily in the back, feeling a sharp pain.

He was so angry that he was about to get angry when Peter turned to Chandler and said, "Officer Chandler, I think you don't mind handcuffing this guy to the police station during off-duty hours, right?"

After hearing this, Chandler stood up and took out his police ID to the stunned street elements.

Seeing the police appear, the street elements immediately gave in and quickly fled the bar after saying a few soft words.

"Are you okay? Lana."

After driving away the street elements, Peter bent down to help her pick up the glass from the floor.

"It's okay, thank you, Uncle Padric."

Lana thanked Peter gratefully.

"You are welcome."

After replying casually, Peter's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange tattoo mark on Lana's arm.

His brow immediately furrowed.