Chapter 223: The Beginning of Star-Lord's Revenge

Padraic Farm at night.

Clark looked around in Peter's room to make sure there was no one there, and then asked Peter: "Godfather, can I ask you a question?"

"certainly."

Peter was a little confused as to why Clark had to ask himself questions in such a private place.

Is it related to love?

He couldn't give Clark much advice on issues related to love during adolescence.

But I can recommend a few books to the other party, books related to adolescent physiology and psychology.

But Clark's question soon made him realize that he was thinking wrong.

"Godfather, you said I was a Kryptonian before, right?"

"Uh yeah."

"Are there any Kryptonians who survived besides me?"

Clark asked the question he now wanted to know.

After seeing the photo in Chloe's hand at the Talon Cafe, he became very concerned about this issue.

"Well you're not alone."

Peter pondered for a moment and said to him: "Some criminals from Krypton were exiled. When Krypton was destroyed, they were lucky enough to survive."

Peter thought of one of Clark's biggest future enemies - General Zod.

The other party was the head of Krypton's military association. After being dissatisfied with the ruling council's resolution, he launched a rebellion and formed a camp. As a result, he was arrested and imprisoned in the Phantom Zone.

If nothing else happens, he will bring the group of Kryptonians to Earth to have a fight with Clark in the future.

"Does that mean I'm not the only Kryptonian, Godfather?"

"You may not be the only one, but you are the most special, Clark."

Peter patted his shoulder lightly and said.

"Then will they treat me as their own kind?"

Clark asked Peter hesitantly.

"I don't know, but they don't have feelings for the earth like you do. Maybe you will need to re-choose your position at that time, whether to stand on the side of the earth or on their side."

After listening to Peter's words, Clark was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then said to Peter: "Godfather, I am on your side."

"No matter what they try to do, I won't let them hurt you."

Peter pondered for a moment after listening to Clark's expression of loyalty.

On this point, he believed Clark.

"I believe you, Clark."

Peter said to Clark: "You always know what you care about, and you always work hard."

He checked the time on the clock on the wall and said to Clark, "Let's go downstairs to eat."

"Button! Button!"

Just after the two of them came downstairs, there was a knock on the door.

Peter stepped forward and opened the door, and what caught his eye was Officer Chandler.

"Officer Chandler?"

Peter was a little surprised that the other party came to visit at this time.

"Good evening, Mr. Padrick."

Chandler took off his police hat and greeted Peter.

"You look sad. You must be in trouble. Officer Chandler, come in."

Peter let the other person into the living room.

Sitting down on the sofa, Chandler glanced at Peter, Clark and others sitting on the sofa.

"We had some trouble, there was an accident at the gas station, and Ed Vincent died, Kurt Burns died, and the youngest Holloway kid, I Come here to remind you."

"What?"

Star-Lord looked at Chandler in shock, "What do you mean? Brett Holloway is not dead. I only saw him after school."

Brett Holloway is Star-Lord's classmate. When Star-Lord stayed at school to make up for classes today, he even said hello to him who left.

Now Chandler said that the classmate he had met before was now dead, which made him completely shocked!

Chandler shook his head, "Sorry, this is really hard to accept."

Peter nodded solemnly and asked Chandler, "Have you found the murderer?"

"No."

Chandler sighed and said to Peter, "There was a police officer among the dead. The killing of a police officer means that the U.S. Marshals Service will take over the matter. They took the case away from us."

"Are there any survivors?"

Peter asked him.

"No."

Chandler stood up and was about to leave, "I'm here to remind you to be careful. The suspect hasn't been caught yet."

"Thank you for the heads up, Officer Chandler."

Peter said as he sent the other person out.

When he reached the door, Chandler suddenly stopped and asked Peter: "Peter, you can catch those bastards, right?"

Peter's eyebrows moved, "This is actually your goal, right? You want me to help you catch the criminal."

Chandler grabbed the door frame and said with a heavy expression: "I am not acting as a policeman this time, but as a Smallville man. I hope you can catch them."

"Those bastards shot that kid in the head. I've seen a lot, but this time I just want to tear those bastards into pieces."

Chandler looked into Peter's eyes and said: "I have always known that you are not an ordinary person, Peter. You may be an alien, an angel or a demon from hell, but I know that you are definitely not a villain."

"You can't tell."

Peter shook his head and said to him, "Sometimes people who look like villains are actually good people, and sometimes good people are villains. Eyes are the most deceptive to people's senses."

Peter paused and said to him, "Anyway, thank you for your reminder, Officer Chandler."

Chandler knew that he had said everything he should say, so he could only nod to Peter, put on his hat and leave.

Peter returned to the room and saw Star-Lord sitting on the sofa with his head down.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Peter touched Star-Lord's hair and asked him.

"I just met Brett Holloway before school. I didn't expect that he would die so suddenly."

Star-Lord raised his head, his eyes full of incomprehensible pain.

"It's not fair, Dad, why did death find him?"

Peter sighed and said to Star-Lord: "We can't control death, Peter, but there is no need to fear it. The end of life is just a death, and the meaning of death is just rebirth or eternal sleep. Death is not the loss of life, but walking out of time. You will meet many people walking out of your time in the future. We can't do anything."

He knew Star-Lord's fear of death.

Star-Lord, who often dreams, will dream of death and separation in his previous life. Death is the most important thing for him.

"But. Why are those people so cruel?!"

Star-Lord now hates the murderer more.

"Don't worry, they will always be punished."

Peter narrowed his eyes and looked up at the dark night in the farm.

Late at night.

A quiet farm.

Star-Lord, who was lying on the bed, got off the bed, walked to the window and looked out, took a deep breath, and then jumped down.

"Bang!"

Star-Lord, who has the power of a god, jumped to the ground safely.

He clapped his hands, glanced at the farm, and left as quickly as possible.

He wanted to catch the murderers and avenge his classmates.

Although Star-Lord considered himself a peace-loving person, he was never soft on villains.

Ten minutes later, Star-Lord came to the grocery store near the gas station.

The grocery store, which was the scene of the crime, had been cordoned off.

Star-Lord pulled open the cordon and entered the store.

Star-Lord closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he stared at the store that smelled of blood.

He meditated and then concentrated his mental power. The divine power in his body slowly lingered throughout his body under his perception, and then spread outward, surrounding the entire store.

Opening his eyes and being in a space surrounded by divine energy, Star-Lord seemed to vaguely see the scene that had been played here before.

Cries and wails resounded in the store, and the people who asked for help begged for mercy, but were still killed mercilessly.

The entire space was filled with despair and blood.

Under the perception of Star-Lord, the murderer completed the murder, opened the door and left directly.

Adjusting his mood, Star-Lord used the perception of the energy of the gods to leave the grocery store to track the other party's clues.

At the same time.

A mansion outside Smallville.

"Hey, Dad, you said you would welcome me back, but now you don't seem to be very happy to see me."

Owen, holding a revolver, committed a murder in the grocery store and was talking to his parents at home.

His parents and brother snuggled together on the sofa, looking at Owen and his two companions with guns in horror.

"That dog is too noisy, let it be quiet!"

The companion said impatiently.

Owen ignored his companion's complaints and cast his eyes on his father.

His father said to him: "Indeed, Owen, we welcome you back, but not"

"I ruined him, didn't I, Dad? Are you angry? Did I cause trouble?"

Owen looked at his father: "Did I ruin you. Hey. Perfect days in a perfect town, right? Did I ruin America?"

Looking at Owen's crazy look, his stepmother hugged the child and said to him with fear on her face: "Owen, you scared us."

Seeing Owen pointing a gun at his stepmother, his father quickly shouted at him: "Stop, think about it, you don't want to hurt us, we are family!"

"Please!"

"Woof! Woof!"

The barking of the dog in the living room became louder and louder, making Owen's head hurt more and more.

"Shut up!"

Raising the gun, he fired a shot at the barking dog.

"Bang!"

The bullet was fired, and the dog immediately fell in a pool of blood.

After killing the dog, Owen looked at his horrified parents and sneered, "Do you think that kicking me out will solve all problems? Kick me out of your happy life?"

"Well, I'm back, and I've brought the real world back with me. Do you think I'm something that can be thrown away like garbage? Now, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

"I'm going to end your little world here. You want to control me. Look, who's in charge here? Who's the powerful one now?"

As Owen was shouting, Star-Lord had already stood outside.