MM Racing Chapter 11: I really am fast
Chapter 11: I really am fast
Lucas, who was the first to return to the cabin, keenly observed that Sam's expression as he looked at Clark was somewhat strange.
Curiosity accounted for 30%, and disbelief accounted for 70%.
It was as if they had discovered a new continent.
Lucas immediately understood.
It must have been that while he was away, Clark lost control of his abnormal behavior, which was then witnessed by the other party.
This is something that cannot be avoided.
Let alone the current young Superman who has just been weaned, even future young Superman sometimes loses control.
As for whether the Winchester brothers' discovery of Clark's abnormality would cause further complications?
Lucas just wanted to point out a problem, like the kind of talent that lives in Gotham City's Arkham—
Everyone is very honest and kind.
……
Before the kitchen is opened.
As Ms. Martha bent down to savor the cream of mushroom soup she had just finished cooking, she was always ready to add more seasonings.
The pot next to it contains freshly marinated steak.
"I really am fast!"
Seeing that no one had noticed the "earth-shattering" thing he had just done outside, Lucas couldn't help but shrug.
Although he didn't want others to discover his secret.
But the feeling of being a "hero after the event" is indeed somewhat bland and tasteless.
Yes.
Lucas considered himself a true hero of the small town.
After all, he had just personally killed a werewolf cub, nipping the danger in the bud.
Thinking this, Lucas turned around and went to his room, took a dry piece of clothing from the closet and changed.
As for the soaking wet clothes he was wearing, he simply threw them into the laundry basket in the corner.
By 1992, America washing machines were already quite common.
Especially for typical middle-class farming families like the Kent family, they had already been equipped with these items several years ago.
He walked over to Sam, stood on tiptoe, and managed to pat the man's shoulder:
"It seems you and my brother get along very well!"
Sam then came to his senses and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:
"Lucas, this is unbelievable! You didn't see it, but Clark just touched it lightly, and the chair just fell apart..."
Do you understand what I mean? It was just a light tap.
The boy scratched his head, clearly wanting an explanation from Lucas.
"Perhaps it's because Clark usually eats too much."
Lucas was talking nonsense with a straight face.
Even if he didn't think admitting it would cause any trouble, it was never wrong to be cautious.
"I eat a lot too, but I don't have that much strength!"
Sam clenched his fist, somewhat doubtful.
Just then, a commotion of footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
Dean, who seemed to be contemplating life, immediately snapped out of his reverie and craned his neck to look outside.
Jonathan and old John have returned.
The two people stood one in front of the other.
Old John remained expressionless, his face a standard poker face. Although he looked a bit disheveled, he wasn't injured.
Jonathan, on the other hand, had a look of relief on his face.
As soon as I came in.
The fearless warrior immediately poured himself a few cups of silver bullets to calm his nerves.
This is an American pale lager.
It has a refreshing and thirst-quenching taste, which is Jonathan's favorite. Sometimes when he is tired from farm work, he will drink a few bottles.
Ms. Martha finally snapped out of her reverie while enjoying the cooking experience. Seeing Jonathan's visibly shaken expression, she quickly asked:
"Joe, are you alright?"
I just heard gunshots. So, did you guys take care of that wolf?
Jonathan pursed his lips, glanced at Old John's reaction beside him, and then nodded with a somewhat abnormal expression.
"It's resolved. All thanks to Mr. John; strictly speaking, he ended the battle all by himself."
Jonathan's tone was full of affirmation for old John.
In addition, he felt that his worldview might need to be revised.
Clark is alright, after all, the universe is vast, and it's impossible that life only exists on Earth.
But that wolf, its size was clearly off, which was one thing...
What he found most unbelievable was that it could actually speak human language.
Although his voice was broken and hoarse, like that of a drunkard, he was convinced he hadn't misheard.
However, Jonathan did not say so.
He didn't want his wife and children to worry, and besides, he himself hadn't fully processed the situation yet.
In addition, Jonathan is now somewhat puzzled.
How did Lucasson know that John could handle the giant wolf?
"Alright, now that the matter is resolved, we should leave."
Old John dusted himself off, grabbed a bottle of silver bullets, and planned to leave that very night.
"It's already so late, why don't we leave tomorrow..."
Ms. Martha pointed to the freshly cut steak in the pot.
"Don't worry, I've already made dinner for everyone."
The sliced steaks sizzled in the pot, filling the room with a rich aroma.
Dean and Sam were clearly very interested.
I don't know if it's just my imagination,
They felt safer here than ever before, anywhere else...
And Aunt Martha is so enthusiastic, and we even made some new friends...
"This..." Old John hesitated.
He wasn't really in such a hurry.
Although they came here to track down a demon, they had already lost track of it on the way because their car broke down...
Old John was just a little worried that the commotion might attract the town's police, or that someone might call the emergency services.
He has never liked dealing with those habitually latecomers; it's too much of a waste of his time.
Especially for those who are from out of town.
Old John knew all too well how those good-for-nothings would interrogate him, try to extract information, put pressure on him... and finally exploit him mercilessly.
But often, the more you don't want something, the more likely it is to happen.
"Waaah, waaah—"
The piercing, urgent sound of police sirens suddenly rang out from afar, growing louder as they approached.
soon.
A blue and white police car skillfully pulled up in front of Kent Farm.
Ethan Miller got out of the car, with his deputy, Deputy Sheriff Nancy Adams, beside him.
As the current highest law enforcement officer in the town of Smallville.
Ethan Miller looked to be around 40 years old, wearing a light blue sheriff's uniform. He was tall and muscular, with a square, well-defined face and a beard that appeared to be regularly trimmed with sharp edges.
As for Nancy next to her, she was around thirty or forty years old and looked quite strong and capable.
"Joe, are you alright?"
I just received a report that a huge wolf has run down from the mountains into this area…
It's not what I imagined.
The small-town policeman didn't come on aggressively at first; instead, he greeted Jonathan familiarly.
It's obvious that the two have a very close relationship.
Lucas actually admires his father's connections.
Despite sometimes being a few days late in repaying loans, he has a very close personal relationship with the town's top law enforcement official.
Of course, this is largely due to the fact that the two were on the same school rugby team back then.