Chapter 195 A-Zu, You Are Too Extreme!

Being stared at by Edgar with contempt, the black-robed motherland man wanted to explode the opponent's head immediately.

Taking a deep breath, he resisted the urge, glared at the other party fiercely, and turned around to leave.

Edgar is right, he is not yet determined to completely break with Walter.

Once Peter does not accept his request and takes him to the farm, everything he has here will be lost.

Having been controlled by Walter for a long time, he was still shocked by Edgar at this last moment.

He has always been in an ambivalent state of mind, unable to completely break away from the past, but also unprepared for a new life.

After leaving Edgar's office, the motherland man walked to a deserted corner and punched the wall with anger and pain.

Panting heavily, tears threatened to overflow from his eyes.

But in the end, he forced himself to hold back his tears and kept breathing heavily to force himself to calm down.

"Hi, fellow countrymen."

The passing locomotive did not notice the other person's almost mental collapse and said hello to him.

Hearing the sound of the locomotive, the black-robed native took a deep breath and adjusted himself to face his teammates.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The people of the motherland stared at the locomotive with milk tea in their hands with unkind expressions.

"No I just want."

Realizing that he might have crashed the locomotive of the fragile side of the motherland, his originally cheerful face immediately turned uneasy, and he nervously clenched the milk tea cup in his hand.

Fortunately, the people of the motherland didn't care about him and just passed him and walked forward.

She rolled her eyes at him as she passed him, "The fastest speed in the world, what a fucking joke!"

The locomotive, who had his back to the motherland and was being ridiculed, was about to curse "Fake" in a low voice.

But thinking about the last time he cursed the other party and was punished instead, he immediately swallowed the curse words in his heart.

On the other side, the black-robed native who left Edgar's office immediately found Walter's president, Madeline.

Seeing the people from her motherland coming in, Madeleine closed the door.

"You shouldn't have spoken to Edgar like that today."

Madeleine came over, held his hand, and said to him: "Now Watt Company is busy with its entry into national defense, and the senior management does not want anyone to affect the progress of this matter."

The black-robed native looked at her expressionlessly, "I don't care about the Ministry of National Defense. I just want to make sure that you won't take action against him again."

"who?"

Madeleine looked at him, wondering what kind of madness he was going through.

"my father."

The motherland stared into her eyes, "That's the person you wanted to attack this morning."

"Oh my God! He's not your father."

Madeleine shook her head and said to him helplessly: "You have no blood relationship. You grew up in the laboratory."

"Yes, but you don't know, I often dream."

The motherland man walked to the sofa and sat down, lowering his head and rubbing his head.

The only people he can trust in Walter now are Madeline and Maeve in front of him.

"You never know this feeling. He is my father, the spiritual pillar that supports me and comes out of that damn place."

"So. I won't let Walter hurt him, no! Not anyone!"

"I can help you if you tell me what happened."

Madeleine whispered to him, "I can help you if you tell me what you know."

Listening to Madeleine's words, the motherland raised her head slightly and looked at Madeleine, "I can tell you, Madeleine, you are the only person I trust now, there are no lies, we trust each other, can you do it? ?”

"certainly."

Madeleine smiled and reached out to stroke the motherland's hair, comforting him in a soft voice: "We have come to each other and experienced a lot together."

The motherland hesitated for a while, but finally chose to believe the other party and confided his feelings for Peter to the other party.

Listening to the stories of her motherland, Madeleine became more and more frightened.

She didn't expect that the other party's origin was so mysterious!

other side.

Peter already knew about the fact that Walter's heavily armed thugs were all killed by the black-robed motherland.

At this time, Azu and Clark also rushed back.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Azu asked him worriedly.

"I don't think those guys can hurt me."

Peter shook his head and said to the two of them: "But Walter noticed us and planned to attack us."

"What do we do? Godfather, do we go straight back to the farm?"

Clark asked Peter.

He misses the farm and his parents a little now, as well as Star-Lord and Loki.

"I think"

Azu put forward a different opinion, "We should teach these people from Walter Company a lesson."

He has never had a good impression of Walter, so he hopes to kill these guys and let them know the consequences of hurting his father.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Peter did not directly say how to do it, but turned the conversation to the two men taking down the statue.

“Have you taken down all the statues?”

Peter asked the two.

"Yeah, pretty much, most of it has been demolished."

Clark nodded, then hesitated, and said to Peter: "But Godfather, we encountered something when we were removing the statue."

"What's up?"

Peter asked the two curiously.

Hearing this, Clark told the scene he and Azu experienced: "Godfather, this happened in Brownsville. A group of gangsters were trading drugs and were dealt with by the superheroes of this world. It was Starlight and Locomotive who did it."

"Hmm?"

Peter motioned Clark to continue.

"But after they dealt with these bad guys, a group of reporters carrying cameras appeared from the corner within a few seconds."

Listening to Clark's speech, Peter quickly understood what the other party was wondering about.

After all, if Clark looked at this kind of thing with his nature, it really refreshed his three views.

"Clark, I understand your doubts, but after coming to this world, I think you should have seen this set."

"Yes, Godfather, but I still don't understand. Why?"

Clark's expression gradually became depressed.

Azu, who was on the side, listened to Peter's words with a thoughtful expression.

Dad had just come here not long ago, why did he know so much about what happened here?

Could it be that I guessed correctly before that Dad had actually been in this world a long time ago?

Thinking of this, he immediately thought of his motherland in this world, and was suddenly shocked!

Could it be that all his previous thoughts were wrong?

What does this guy really have to do with his father?

Peter also noticed A Zu's expression at this time, and couldn't help wondering what this stinky boy was thinking about.

Shaking his head, Peter put A Zu aside for the time being and said to Clark:

"You just mentioned Brownsville. As far as I know, this is the poorest black community in New York. The per capita annual income in Brownsville is only US$9,681, which is more than 40 times the per capita annual income of the wealthy area of ​​Manhattan, which is US$391,022."

Peter picked up the coffee, tasted it, and continued: "And such a huge gap between the rich and the poor has resulted in soaring unemployment and crime rates."

Clark nodded and asked, "Godfather, what is the direct relationship between crime rates and this behavior? Is it true?"

"Because the gap between the rich and the poor in such places is too large, it is easy for crimes to occur, and the Water Company has its own set of tracking and analysis algorithms for the occurrence of crimes."

Azu next to him interrupted and asked Peter: "But, Dad, why is Water keen on letting superheroes team up?"

Azu glanced at Clark who was in deep thought, "Clark just complained to me about teaming up to fight villains. Is it popular? He seems to want to cooperate with me to form a team, but I have no interest in saving the world."

Peter glanced at Clark, who had a somewhat unnatural expression.

This kid is still interested in super teaming?

He coughed and said to Clark: "Vought has their reasons."

"What reasons?"

"When superheroes team up, the number of media mentions and the number of times the hashtags are used increase by at least 23%. It seems that everyone loves this kind of team mission. No, it should be said that they love it very much."

Clark found it a little hard to accept, "Do superheroes have to care about these things like entertainment stars? Let superheroes team up just because the public likes it?"

"Although it sounds incredible, this is how Vought operates superheroes. They also have a crime analysis department that can design a crime schedule. When and where to find the enemy can be found from it."

Peter paused and said to the two of them: "This group of people examines clues, calculates satellite data, and Brain values, etc., anyway, this kind of thing, better than the police."

"But," Clark frowned, "how can they ensure that criminals will appear in specific locations according to their analysis."

"This is big data."

Peter said to Clark: "When you go back, you can ask Bruce to help you build such a system, but I guess this system can only work in Gotham because there are enough criminals there."

"Dad."

Azu interrupted and said: "If it were me, I wouldn't need such a system. I just need to kill all the criminals, so that I can solve the problem once and for all, or build a permanent prison and imprison them for life."

Peter glanced at Azu and couldn't help thinking: You are a bit extreme.