The pilot of the passenger plane quickly discovered the unidentified flying object rapidly approaching.
"Damn it! What is that?"
The captain watched, sweating profusely, as the plane's radar issued a warning.
"Switch to manual! Damn it!"
The experienced captain immediately operated the plane at the fastest speed.
Meanwhile, Clark, who was grabbed by Mark and being crashed into the plane, grabbed Mark's clothes, trying to break free from His control.
After a struggle and tugging, the speed, which was originally enough to crash through the plane, rapidly decreased.
"Bang!"
Clark's back hit the engine of the plane, and the sturdy aerospace metal material instantly deformed from the Impact.
Clark let out a muffled groan of pain.
The next second, before he could react, Mark grabbed His clothes and threw Him down hard towards the ground.
Inside the plane, the boy who first saw the two looked on in shock at Mark, who was suspended in the air, His eyes flashing with a red Shimmer.
At the same time, at Patrick Farm.
Star-Lord, who had been thrown around by Clark, stood up from the ground and saw a scene of utter devastation, as well as burning farm crops in the distance.
Seeing the crops destroyed by Fire, Star-Lord immediately acted with great urgency, wanting to put out the Fire.
He originally wanted to use Water to extinguish the crops on the farm, but seeing the Fire growing larger and larger, he quickly realized that it was impossible for him to put out the Fire.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he desperately tried to think of a solution.
"No, I can't let Dad's farm be destroyed by Fire. I promised that in the future, I would take Dad and the farm on an interstellar trip. I can't let it happen."
Just as he was on the verge of despair, the stars on the bracelet Kelly had given him suddenly emitted a Shimmer.
The bracelet, emitting a White Shimmer, combined with the Celestial Power within Star-Lord, causing his body to rapidly change.
Feeling the heat emanating from his body, he looked down at his arm.
To his astonishment, the stars on the bracelet suddenly shone brightly.
Enveloped by the White light, Star-Lord's body transformed, and to his disbelief, he turned into a giant White wolf.
Star-Lord, radiating a scorching White light, looked at his torn clothes, then at the bracelet on his paw, and suddenly understood why he had turned into a wolf.
Aunt Kelly's tribe, the Avach Tribe, was also known as the "Mythical Beast Race."
Dad said that the people of Aunt Kelly's tribe had the ability to transform into animals.
Could it be that because Aunt Kelly gave me this bracelet, I can also transform?
Sure enough, my relationship with Aunt Kelly is not shallow.
At this moment, Star-Lord also began to doubt if what Mark said was true.
Could I really be Aunt Kelly's child?!
Looking at the increasingly large Fire, feeling the scorching heat rolling in, and hearing the crackling sounds of combustion from the air, Star-Lord ignored his wild thoughts and rushed towards the burning crops at the fastest speed.
"Thump!"
With agile movements that did not match his size, he leaped over the flames and darted into the middle of the Fire.
After transforming into a giant wolf, he felt much lighter.
The energy accumulated in his body was directly expelled from his mouth.
"Bang!"
Pure White energy instantly exploded on the ground, and the generated airflow and Impact surged outwards.
The burning flames were instantly extinguished by this strong airflow.
"Whoosh!"
He took a deep breath and looked at the extinguished crops, letting out a long sigh of relief.
Although the crops knocked down by the airflow and Impact were somewhat unsightly, he had finally put out the flames.
Dad would definitely praise him when he returned.
Just as he was feeling slightly pleased, he suddenly heard a "rumbling" sound from a distance.
"?!"
Puzzled, he looked up and saw a plane whizzing over his head.
Then, to his astonishment, the plane landed heavily in the farmland, its belly sliding forward along the ground.
The soil along the way was churned up and splashed everywhere.
The crops in the farmland were completely destroyed by the plane and the surging airflow.
A deafening sound echoed all around, and the plane, with undiminished momentum, continued to rush forward, destroying a perfectly intact piece of farmland.
Watching the enormous object in front of him destroy all of his father's crops, Star-Lord couldn't help but let out a distressed whimper.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The plane made an emergency landing in the farmland, constantly sliding forward under the captain's control, and the passengers in the cabin screamed in terror.
Fortunately, the God of Death did not favor this flight, and the plane finally came to a safe stop under the captain's operation.
When the plane finally stopped, Star-Lord looked in shock at the steaming plane in the distance.
"Click!"
The plane's cabin door opened, and the shaken passengers slid down the emergency slide.
At a bar in Metropolis, Peter still didn't know that his three huskies had not only torn up the house but also crashed a plane into the farm. At this moment, he was still chatting with Martian Manhunter at the bar.
Peter picked up the tequila, broke the cap, and drank it all in one gulp.
It was smooth and refreshing, with a slightly sour taste, pouring down his throat.
He asked Martian Manhunter, "Does Red Kryptonite have any other abilities?"
"Generally speaking, it's a multi-functional type. It can also make a Kryptonian evil and enhance their power. This thing has some restraint on Kryptonians, so it's best not to let Clark come into contact with it."
Martian Manhunter saw Peter's strange expression and tentatively asked, "You're not going to say that Clark has already come into contact with this Red Kryptonite, are you?"
"I think so. The prom rings sold at Smallville School used this kind of meteorite."
Martian Manhunter's mouth dropped open in astonishment, "You mean that school sold this meteorite wholesale to students?"
"Yes, but this Red meteorite is extremely rare. I've never seen it in Smallville before. Perhaps the school obtained it from somewhere."
"Even if this meteorite is rare, there's a lot of green kryptonite in Smallville. I wonder how Clark grew up safely in Smallville. It must be God's blessing that he survived in good health."
Martian Manhunter was astonished by Clark's vitality.
"Aren't you worried about Clark?"
Seeing that Peter didn't seem too worried about the side effects of Clark's contact with Red Kryptonite, Martian Manhunter asked curiously.
"Even if Clark turns dark, he just wants to make money, or put a kitten on a tree branch so it can't get down."
Peter said he understood Clark very well.
"Or he'll have a fight with his parents and join the football team according to his own preferences."
"You seem to know him very well."
"Of course, I practically watched him grow up."
"Then you don't fully understand him."
Martian Manhunter shook his head, put down his glass, and asked the bartender for another refill.
"Clark's biggest problem lies in his identity recognition."
Martian Manhunter slowly said, "Jonathan has always believed that Clark's arrival on Earth had meaning. He never wanted Clark to truly hide his uniqueness for a lifetime, but the truth is, he has always suppressed Clark."
"Clark has never been an ordinary human. He basically never lived a normal, ordinary life. He knows he's different, but he doesn't know what that means."
Watching Peter lost in thought, Martian Manhunter continued, "He doesn't have a clear self-identity. He's a searching person. He's not even sure what he's looking for, but you gave him meaning."
"You made him realize that you might be the same kind of person. He found meaning in you."
After a pause, he said to Peter, "Do you remember that time you held him and trained his super jumping ability? Oh my God, how happy he was then."
"He wasn't just happy to have extraordinary abilities, but also to have finally found meaning. He is a unique person who knows his purpose, and he sees you as his goal, thus he is free, thus he is powerful, and thus he is joyful."
Peter was silent for a few seconds, then drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, "Yes, actually, I know Clark is a lonely person. He is lonelier than Mark, like a ghost that is hard to integrate."
Martian Manhunter nodded, "Yes, he connects with the World precisely through you. This emotion may be a broad love that is independent of humanity, but sometimes... this emotion can also be the greatest indifference."
Peter was listening to Martian Manhunter's words when his phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone and saw that it was Jonathan calling him.
After a few words with the other party, Peter hung up the phone with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?"
Martian Manhunter asked him.
"Clark had a fight with his parents, rode their motorcycle to my house, and said he's going to live with me from now on."
Martian Manhunter shrugged, "See? I told you so."
"I'll call the farm."
Peter was about to dial the farm's number when the news on the bar's television suddenly caught his attention.
"CBS Emergency Report: At 2:12 PM, a passenger plane that took off from Sacramento, California, made an emergency landing in Smallville, Kansas. Surveillance video captured the thrilling scene of the plane's belly scraping the ground upon landing, sliding across fields, and finally coming to a safe stop."
The host reported on this sudden aviation accident.
"According to reports, earlier that afternoon, the plane was heading towards Metropolis. While flying at an altitude of approximately 12,200 meters, the plane's engine malfunctioned, and it urgently sought a safe landing spot. Currently, the Fire Department and Police Department have arrived at the scene. The U.S. National Transportation Safety Board stated that it will investigate this incident very soon."
Peter looked at the scene on the television and was stunned.
Isn't the place where the plane stopped his own farm?
And judging by the farm's appearance, it looked like it had been devastated by a bomb.
Not only was the scene a mess, but the Barn and living room were also damaged.
Peter's hand, holding the glass of wine, subtly tightened, and his face instantly clouded over.