Stay home, John, and take care of Star-Lord.
After instructing Mark, Peter picked up his coat and walked out.
Mark, who had overheard Peter's conversation, shrugged and changed the TV channel to Fox, which was broadcasting 'An American Werewolf in London'.
He wasn't very interested in Bruce's safety.
Compared to that, he preferred to watch werewolves wreak havoc on the streets of London.
Star-Lord, who had gotten up and come downstairs, didn't see Peter and scratched his head, asking Mark, who was watching TV, "Is Dad not here?"
Dad went to save Bruce; that idiot is being played by a woman.
Mark said disdainfully, "He even said he wanted to travel the World; I suspect he'll be scammed out of his bones as soon as he leaves the U.S."
Then will Dad be in danger?
Star-Lord asked worriedly.
Don't worry, Dad will definitely have no problem dealing with her.
Mark said with full confidence.
Why?
Because her name is Katy.
Mark turned to Star-Lord and said, "Someone with a name like that can't be a powerful character. Katy sounds like a harmless little cat."
He paused for a moment and continued, "Dad said that names are very important. They are how we perceive others. No matter who this person is, if they have a strange name, it will cling to them like a dirty, wet dress."
And then no one will want to see who you truly are; they will only see the ugly clothes.
Mark coughed, rubbed his suddenly itchy nose, and continued to Star-Lord:
It's like if George Clooney was named Artie Finklenuts, or if Madame Curie was called... uh, Grimelda Shatterblossom?
He added, "I don't think the name Star-Lord is very good either."
Star-Lord was stunned. So Mark's ultimate goal was to complain about his name?
Star-Lord is the name Dad gave me, and no, it's not a dirty, wet dress kind of name.
Star-Lord said to him unhappily.
Mark had always been unhappy that his father named Star-Lord "Little Peter," and now seeing Star-Lord argue with him, he immediately stood up.
Yes, it's not that kind of name, but it sounds like a very talkative name, a chatterbox, a bullshitter.
Mark made a small crocodile puppet with his hand, its small mouth opening and closing as if babbling, "Star-Lord, Star-Lord, Star-Lord, don't you think it's childish?"
I don't think the name Homelander is very good either. It sounds like a kind-hearted person who vows to protect his homeland, but in reality, you're not that kind of person at all!
Mocked by Star-Lord, Mark's expression immediately turned unfriendly. "This is the nickname Dad gave me."
Star-Lord is also the nickname Dad gave me; your nickname is no nobler than mine.
Get lost!
Mark cursed at the other party unhappily.
But he quickly realized that if Peter heard him curse, he would be beaten badly.
So he puffed out his cheeks, took a deep breath, and cautiously asked Star-Lord,
You didn't record that, did you?
He knew how despicable this kid Star-Lord was; although young, he was much more cunning than Clark.
Of course I recorded it.
Star-Lord held up the recorder in his hand and shook it at Mark.
You complained about the name Dad gave me and cursed. I think Dad will be very unhappy if he finds out.
Alright.
Mark's face showed a spring-like smile as he said to Star-Lord, "You know, Star-Lord, we've always been brothers."
He opened his arms, making a gesture to hug Star-Lord, "I love you, brother, we are family, and I will always have your back."
Star-Lord couldn't help but take a step back.
Who did you learn this face-changing act from?
Why do I feel a little bit scared?
In the car, Peter was on the phone with Officer Chandler.
Katy Vizniusky is from Metropolis. Five years ago, her boyfriend suddenly went mad and murdered her parents. Having lost her parents, she inherited all the inheritance.
Chandler told Peter the information he had found about this teacher.
Then she married a CEO, after which the CEO went missing. And in this case, the banking magnate Horry Hunter was said to have dated this beautiful teacher before his death.
Peter drove the car while listening to the other person's narration.
This sounds exactly like the actions of a Black Widow.
Peter looked at the crowd on the sidewalk ahead and asked him, "If we determine this teacher is the killer, then why would she lay hands on the old woman at the orphanage?"
I also investigated the information of that lady; she is Katy Vizniusky's aunt, and they had some previous disputes.
That explains it. A Black Widow's revenge doesn't sound strange.
Peter started the car after the green light turned on. "Why haven't you arrested her yet?"
In fact, we have sent a lot of Police to arrest her, but we haven't found any trace of her, neither at the school nor at her residence. In short, she is an extremely dangerous woman, and the Police Department will issue a wanted warrant soon.
After saying a few words to Peter, Chandler hung up the phone.
Peter frowned, holding his phone, and tried to call Bruce again, but still couldn't get through to his phone.
Putting away his phone, he exhaled, only able to wish Bruce good luck.
At the same time.
Katy Vizniusky was in a Villa on the outskirts of Smallville.
Wearing a sexy long dress, she frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her fiery red lips and sexy style made her exude a unique charm.
Reaching out, she placed her finger at the corner of her eye.
Through the mirror, she noticed an extremely subtle wrinkle near the corner of her eye.
She looked at the wrinkle with disgust, then left the bathroom and walked into the living room, casually picking up a rose from a vase.
She took a deep breath of the rose, feeling the rich fragrance emanating from the flower.
As she did so, the rose immediately withered at a visible rate.
And the imperceptible wrinkle at the corner of her eye also disappeared instantly after absorbing the rose's life force.
She reinserted the withered rose into the vase and turned to walk into her room.
In the room, Bruce was a bit restless.
He had been called here by her, originally thinking there was something important.
But Katy had taken his phone and told him to wait, saying there was a surprise.
Creak!
Just as Bruce was waiting, Katy Vizniusky pushed the door open and walked in.
Long time no see, Bruce.
Katy smiled and walked towards him.
No, actually, I haven't waited too long.
Feeling the fragrance of her breath as she approached, Bruce awkwardly moved aside a bit.
To ease his inner embarrassment, he pointed to an old portrait hanging on the wall and asked her, "Who is this?"
You mean her?
Katy Vizniusky glanced at the black and White portrait hanging on the wall.
This was a portrait taken with an old-fashioned camera.
The woman, dressed in 18th-century attire, was smiling at the front.
Although the woman in the portrait was young, she gave Bruce a dark and gloomy feeling.
This is my ancestor, Elizabeth Parris.
Katy Vizniusky gazed at the portrait, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.
She's beautiful, isn't she? Unfortunately, her life ended in the prime of her youth. At that time, medieval Witch hunts were prevalent, and the church continuously expanded the conflict, engulfing the entire female population.
My ancestor, Elizabeth Parris, was one of the 'Witches' burned at the stake.
Shifting her gaze from the painting, she shook her head and said to Bruce, "But that's a very old story. Let's talk about now, Bruce."
She sat on Bruce's lap, wrapped her arms around him, and said aggrievedly, "Do you know what Peter Patrick did to me last night?"
Mr. Patrick?
Bruce was startled, not expecting her to mention Peter.
Yes, he tried to assault me in the Barn last night. If I hadn't fought back desperately, he probably would have succeeded.
As she said this, Katy Vizniusky revealed a pitiful expression.
I never thought Peter Patrick would be such a person.
Katy squeezed out a tear, "And he also said that he felt more because I was Bruce's woman."
Upon hearing Katy's words, Bruce's first reaction was that it was impossible.
He had always regarded Peter as a father figure and never believed Peter would commit such an act.
If Mark had done it and said such perverted words, he might have believed it somewhat.
But Mark is only ten years old, how could it be?
No, impossible. Mr. Patrick wouldn't do that.
Bruce's mind was a mess, but he still said firmly, "I know Mr. Patrick."
No, actually, you don't know him. You've never even glimpsed his secrets.
Saying that, Katy Vizniusky blew a breath towards him, while silently chanting a spell.
Now, you must believe me.
The next second, Bruce's eyes became cloudy, and he nodded as he looked at Katy, "Yes, I believe you."
Very good. Now, there's a handgun in the drawer. Take it out.
Bruce acted mechanically, taking a handgun from the drawer.
Katy Vizniusky watched Bruce's actions with satisfaction, then handed him her phone. "Peter Patrick called. Tell him you're here."