Chapter 910 Peter Saves the Beautyat the same time.

Henry, whose car was destroyed by the Star Rod, was preparing to go to school with his schoolbag on his back.

I walked into the study and saw my father's wallet on the desk.

After looking around and making sure no one was paying attention, he walked in quickly, opened his father's wallet, and took out a few Franklins.

The maid walked to the door of the study and was slightly surprised to see this scene, but she did not say anything.

Henry turned around and met the maid's eyes.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

After the two of them were silent for a few seconds, Henry coughed unnaturally and said to the maid, "I want some eggs, okay? The hard-boiled kind. Go and boil some eggs for me."

The maid nodded, turned and left with a strange expression.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his father's voice was heard outside.

"Henry."

"Yes, Dad."

Henry quickly put the money in his pocket and tried to sound normal.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

He walked out of the study and headed in the direction where his father's voice came from.

Henry opened the door of the reception room on the second floor and walked in.

His father was wearing glasses and writing at his desk.

Henry's father, who had a well-proportioned figure, neatly combed back hair and the demeanor of a successful man, raised his head and looked at him sharply.

Henry, who had been afraid of his father since he was a child, asked nervously, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"sit."

"But I'm going to be late."

"I said, sit down."

Henry's father's tone became more serious.

"Okay, Father."

Henry didn’t dare to refute, and sat on the sofa in front of his father with his hands on his knees.

Putting down the pen, Henry's father put what he had written aside, put his hands under his chin and stared at him.

"I'm still a little confused about what happened last night, Henry, can you tell me, was it a girl who did it?"

"what?"

Henry was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

"No, I told you, Father, it was a boy, not a girl."

He didn't say that the other person was a girl. On the one hand, he felt it was embarrassing that the person who beat him up was a girl.

On the other hand, he felt that if his father knew that the other party was a girl, it would be troublesome once his father found out her identity.

He knew that although his father looked gentle and polite, he was actually quite cruel inside.

Although he was not serious about his studies at school, he never thought about dropping out or killing someone.

If the matter gets out of hand and the father attacks the girl, and then both his father and I are implicated, I might really have to drop out of school.

"Henry, you are not a qualified liar. I know you, so..."

As he spoke, he stood up, straightened his clothes, walked behind Henry on the sofa, and stared at his back with sharp eyes.

"Tell me, son, did a girl beat you and your friend and wreck my car?"

Feeling the pressure from his father behind him, Henry's breathing became heavy.

"No, I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't see it clearly at the time. If I knew, I wouldn't hide it from you. I don't know his identity. Dad, can you take me to school?"

Henry's father did not agree to his request, but walked straight to the desk in front of him, sat down and took off his glasses.

Looking at him with sharp eyes, Henry's father asked him: "Look into my eyes and tell me, Henry, what am I thinking?"

Henry was a little afraid to meet his father's eyes, "Sorry, Dad, you know I don't like this, I don't like you looking at me like this."

"I asked you to look me in the eyes and tell me what I was thinking!"

This time, my father's tone became more serious.

He hoped to train his son in this way.

Henry's father, Henry I. King, is the famous villain Brainwave.

Due to the overdevelopment of the hypothalamus, brain waves have acquired super brain power, including telepathy, illusion casting, mind control, and thought projection.

In addition, his super mental ability also enables him to fly.

As a superpower with powerful mental control abilities, he can manipulate other people's thoughts, create hallucinations, and even carry out physical attacks through brain waves.

Specifically, he can not only invade other people's consciousness through brain waves, read memories, create hallucinations, or directly paralyze the opponent's actions.

He can also materialize his mental power into energy shock waves, which have destroyed buildings or knocked enemies away with one blow. The strength of his ability is related to his concentration, and he needs to rely on a brain wave amplifier to maintain stability.

More than a decade ago, he was one of the main culprits that led to the demise of the Justice Society of America. He was directly involved in the raid on the Justice Society headquarters and killed the original Star-Man.

Other villains who joined him included Warlock, Icicle and others.

However, Brainwave has now gone into hiding and is no longer involved in criminal activities. Instead, he focuses on teaching and training his son superpowers.

Unlike most villains, after having a family, he focused his main attention on his son.

But to his disappointment, his son did not seem to inherit his super powers and has not yet awakened his super powers. Instead, he acts like an ordinary person.

"Dad, can you take me there? It's just to the bus stop." In the end, Henry still didn't respond to the brainwaves, but just lowered his head and let his father take him to school.

He doesn't like having superpowers like his father, and it's actually pretty good to be an ordinary person.

You can bully your classmates as you like without being talked about like a freak.

Although many people are afraid of those guys in Padrick's family, some people also call them freaks behind their backs.

Brainwave looked at his son disappointedly and said slowly, "I'll take you to school on my way to the hospital."

Early morning, Smallwell Street.

The early morning sun flows like melted caramel on the main street of Smallville.

Peter sat in the car, waiting for the red light while playing with the coins in his pocket - this was a habit he developed after traveling through time. Whenever the sense of incongruity of the other world came to his mind, the cool touch of the metal could confirm his real existence.

Although more than ten years have passed, this feeling of disharmony has basically not appeared again, but this habit has not been changed.

The green light came on and Peter stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the school.

There was a school board meeting today regarding budget coordination, and as the chairman of the board of directors of Smallwell High School, Peter naturally had to attend.

As they passed Whitmore's Flower Shop, Peter noticed the girl behind the window: her black hair was casually tied up with a pencil, and there were a few iris petals stuck to her apron. She was tiptoeing to reach the gardening shears on the top shelf.

Lana, who was busy in the flower shop, saw Peter driving by and waved to him happily.

"Uncle Peter!"

Peter turned around, smiled at Lana, and waved back.

Lana would come over occasionally and help out in the neighbor's flower shop.

After leaving the flower shop, Peter continued driving towards the school.

As we passed near an alley, a scream pierced the morning tranquility.

Courtney's mother, Barbara, is cornered by two men in ski masks.

Her wallet containing cash fell to the ground and the coins rolled to the robber's feet.

“This is money from the community donation box!”

Barbara took a few steps back and said to the two robbers nervously, "I think you'd better not touch the church reconstruction fund, otherwise God will never forgive you."

The robber didn't care about that and approached her with a dagger.

"Damn it! I dare to steal even God's money!"

Seeing this scene, Peter sighed and stepped on the brakes to stop the car.

Although he never liked to meddle in other people's business, Peter would naturally not do anything to ruin the mood when he saw that the beautiful woman might die.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, he bent down and picked up a quarter that had rolled over.

After straightening up, he looked at the two robbers nonchalantly.

The tall robber had his right knee slightly bent, with an old meniscus injury; the short one held a knife in his left hand, with an unhealed bite mark on his palm.

It seems that they are two repeat offenders, and they had been injured during previous robberies.

"Whoosh!"

The coin whistled through the air and accurately hit the tall man's Weizhong point on his knee.

With a "bang", the tall man, who was unable to react in time, fell heavily to the ground.

"What's this?"

The short man saw his companion fall down after being hit by a coin, and looked at Peter in shock.

He turned the blade in his hand towards Peter, speaking in a New York accent with a South American rolled tongue, his face full of horror, "Don't come over here!"

“This is not the place to rob.”

Peter said as he dodged the stab and pulled Barbara behind him.

The ivy hanging from the eaves of the door brushed his nose, and he grabbed the vine and swung it at the other person's wrist.

With a "bang", when the robber's dagger got stuck in the rattan fiber, Peter quickly came over and pressed the letter opener he picked up from the car against his carotid artery: "Don't move, or you will go to see God."

The robber didn't know Peter, but he knew he was facing a ruthless man.

He dropped the dagger in horror.

"Don't hurt me, sir, please, let me go, this is my first robbery."

"This isn't your first time."

Peter shook his head and punched the other man in the face.

"Oh!"

The robber was beaten unconscious and fell to the ground.

A few minutes later.

The siren sounds from far to near.

Barbara picked up the scattered coins and thanked Peter gratefully, "Thank you, sir, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I might have been in danger."

"You're welcome."

Peter waved his hand and prepared to leave. "Don't go to such a remote alley next time. It's not safe here. There are often drug addicts and gang members gathering here."

"Thank you."

Seeing Peter was about to leave, Barbara stepped forward and said, "Sir, I'm Barbara, Barbara Dugan. My home is nearby. Do you mind coming to my house? I have to thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)