Chapter 122 A Murder Caused by Asking for Directions

Star-Lord and A-Zu, who were kicked out by Peter, stood outside the house, staring at each other unconvinced.

Although A-Zu felt that arguing with a little brat would damage his image in front of his father.

But now he was kicked out by his father because of this guy. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he felt that he would have insomnia at night!

"Star-Lord, I will find a way to punish you and break you like a stick."

Star-Lord turned his head and snorted, and said unwillingly: "I will also find a chance to punish you!"

"You will never succeed, Star-Lord, you will always be on the side of the weak with strong fighting spirit."

"Even the weak with strong fighting spirit will always win in the end." Star-Lord counterattacked.

A-Zu stared at him, his mouth twisted with disdain, "That only happens in movies."

He took a step forward and continued, "The weak will always take advantage of the situation in the last game, and the victim that the murderer wants to kill will always succeed in getting out alive."

"But this is not a movie, this is reality. In real life, powerful monsters will get the final fruits of victory!"

Looking at Star-Lord with a puffed-up face, A-Zu became more and more excited: "And I am the monster in your heart!"

"I am Star-Lord, the commander of the White Wolf, the man who will conquer the galaxy in the future, and I will not be afraid of any monsters."

Star-Lord finally couldn't stand it anymore and began to fight back with a firm tone.

"You won't conquer the galaxy, you can't even conquer this farm, this town."

Azu folded his hands in front of his chest, and said with an increasingly arrogant expression: "Do you know where your final destination is? It's the Awachi tribe."

"You should go to Awachi and be an Indian."

He mentioned Star-Lord's identity again, "No matter what, this farm doesn't belong to you."

"John, Star-Lord."

Azu wanted to say something else, but when he heard Peter's call, he stopped talking to Star-Lord.

After adjusting his breathing, Azu's face, which was originally covered with clouds, instantly returned to normal, and he replied to Peter: "Dad, I'll be there soon."

Looking at Azu's magical expression, Star-Lord was stunned for two seconds.

"The end of my journey is not the Awachi tribe, but the Milky Way."

Muttering to himself, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

After breakfast, Azu and Clark walked to school together.

On the school bus, Clark greeted Lana, "Hey, Lana."

As he spent more time with Lana, Clark's nervousness was relieved a lot.

At least he wouldn't fall down easily like before.

"Hey, Clark, good morning."

Lana greeted him and asked, "Are there any guests at Mr. Padrick's house?"

Just now when the school bus passed the farm, she saw a beautiful girl appear at the farm.

"Yes, a special guest."

Clark didn't know how to explain Zatanna's identity, so he could only say vaguely.

"She's very beautiful."

Lana said with some jealousy.

Although she didn't understand why she felt depressed.

Clark touched his nose, not knowing how to respond to Lana's words, he could only look at Azu for help, but the other party looked out the window and pretended to look at the scenery.

Half an hour later, the frustrated Clark and Azu got out of the car.

Clark now wanted to drink a sip of orange soda so that the chemical juice could moisturize his dry tongue bed.

But in the store outside the school, there was a Miele vending machine, which only had one kind of expensive Mountain Dew soda.

His pocket money was not enough to buy Mountain Dew soda.

"Are you depressed because Lana quit the cheerleading team?"

Azu asked Clark.

"No, I just think Lana is more interested in Godfather Farm than me."

Clark said a little depressed: "I think there is always something between us."

Azu didn't understand this very well. After thinking for a while, he said: "Maybe it's because you put on the ruby ​​ring last time and acted like a jerk, so she thought you were really a jerk."

Azu's words made Clark even more depressed.

He knew that no matter how he explained, Lana would not believe it.

Clark was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that a car drove into the parking lot.

As soon as he looked up, he met a plain-looking and skinny man in a straight black suit.

At the same time, another man with a stronger figure also walked towards them.

"Good morning."

The skinny man greeted Clark.

"We are from the FBI."

The other party took out his ID, "I am Agent Michael Adams, this is Agent Frank Gallo, we want to ask you a few questions."

"Okay, ask whatever you want."

Clark racked his brains, thinking, could it be that his superpowers were leaked, so he attracted the FBI?

Just like old Horry last time, he also claimed to be a member of the FBI

Clark's heart beat like a frightened antelope, he could even hear the blood flowing rapidly in his veins, and the pulse in his neck like a drum.

Is the other party here to arrest him?

I wonder how many cigarettes I can be worth in prison?

Will I get along well with those unkempt prisoners wearing orange jumpsuits in the cell?

Clark was thinking wildly when Azu stepped forward.

"What's the matter?" he asked the two of them.

The two agents looked him up and down, "We're looking for someone."

The tall man said and showed a photo.

Clark's throat suddenly tightened.

Although he was happy that the person the other party was looking for was not him, the person in the photo was clearly Zatanna.

The background is a party, red Christmas lights, unbridled laughter, long black hair and exquisite appearance. It is undoubtedly Zatanna.

Azu also saw the photo.

"Do you know this guy?" the man holding the photo asked Clark

"No, I don't know him."

Clark said nervously.

But his guilty conscience quickly aroused the other party's suspicion.

"Really?"

"Yes sir, I have never seen her."

Clark felt a little annoyed.

The other party must have been suspicious of his performance just now.

"Are you really from the FBI?"

Azu asked, staring at the two of them suspiciously.

"Any questions?"

The two of them looked at Azu, wondering what he meant.

Azu spread his hands indifferently, "Oh, I'm just curious, it's nothing."

"Have you met her?"

Azu shook his head, "Well, no, I've met a lot of people, but I've never seen this guy."

The tall man held the photo up so that Clark next to him could see it clearly.

"And you, child, have you really never seen this man?"

Seeing the aggressive tone of the other party, Azu looked annoyed and asked in a rough voice: "Excuse me, who are you? Can you let me see your ID?"

The tall man rolled his eyes, and the other man showed his ID without saying anything.

The tall, muscular man who rolled his eyes was furious, but he followed suit and took out his ID.

Azu nodded, "Sorry, I have never seen this person. Sorry, gentlemen."

The tall, strong man raised his face proudly, cracked his knuckles, took a step forward, and said threateningly: "Look again, let me think about it-"

"Frank," the thin man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the man's chest, "we'd better not disturb these two children. They don't know anything. Thank you."

After the two thanked them, they turned and walked towards a black dagger sedan parked not far from the school gate.

Staring at the backs of the two of them, Azu's eyes narrowed.

"Who are they?"

Clark asked confused.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not from the FBI."

"Why?"

"Dad said that when people lie, they will blink unconsciously, or they will look up or to the right to mobilize the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking. The pupils will shrink and the eyelids will tremble. These are panic reactions."

Azu said with a serious expression: "I can clearly detect that when most humans lie, they will react with head twitching or sudden eye movement. Lying is an instinctive reaction of fear."

Hearing this, Clark nodded, thoughtfully.

Why had I never seen the characteristics that Azu just mentioned when he was lying?

On the other side, the two people who left Clark and Azu were driving a car with sinister expressions.

"They must have all lied. The blond kid might be smarter. I almost fell for him, but he was trying to hide his lies. But it was the black-haired kid who could even deceive a three-year-old child with his lies. No."

Just as the two were complaining about Clark and Azu's clumsy lies, they suddenly saw a red light point impacting.

"Zi la!"

The red laser instantly hit the left front tire of the car from a blind spot.

There was almost no obstruction, and with a dull popping sound, the tire exploded!

The thin man who was driving the car slammed on the brakes the moment the car lost control.

"Damn it!"

With a harsh brake sound, the car skidded towards the roadside.

The black brake marks on the road extend out along with the car.

"Boom!"

Finally, the car broke through the barrier of the highway and fell directly into a deep ditch beside the road.

The car rolled, making a heavy impact with the ground, and finally fell to the bottom of the ditch.

A long while.

There was a painful groan from inside the car.

The tall, muscular man covered his forehead and raised his head with blood on his face.

He smelled the pungent smell of gasoline coming from the car. While unbuckling his seat belt, he glanced at the top of the slope through the car window.

I accidentally saw the blond boy who asked for directions before, staring at me with red eyes.

The next second.

There was a "bang" sound!

The car exploded violently, quickly engulfing his consciousness.