Brat

Sometimes it's water balloons, sometimes it's used tissues. It's not necessarily aimed at anyone, but no matter who it hits, it's always unpleasant.

Now, Henry has to carry an umbrella with him whenever he goes out, regardless of whether it's raining or the Sun Pharma is scorching, ready to open it at any time to deflect hidden weapons.

Sometimes that brat would just squat in the corner and stare at people with envious, jealous, and resentful eyes, making the person watching feel extremely uncomfortable. Yet, he thought he was a master at stalking, and no one noticed.

Not to mention Henry, the Kryptonian, or Kitty, the Tabby Cat, even elderly people like Catherine Hepburn with poor eyesight, or unrelated passersby, noticed the strange behavior of the mischievous child secretly following people.

Passersby often glance at the unruly child as they walk past.

If Henry wanted to catch up with the other person, he would take advantage of his small stature and quickly disappear into the crowd.

This is, of course, assuming Henry hasn't revealed his Super Speed. If he were to race a crowd of monkeys, he really wouldn't be able to outrun them.

Unless you're really determined and use brute force to push through the crowd. But if you actually did that, forget about catching the person; the old lady would start nagging first.

Moreover, with Kitty outside, Henry didn't dare stray too far from the tiger. If Kitty's ferocity were provoked by some mischievous child, it wouldn't be unjust for the Tiger to be killed on the spot.

As a Tiger capable of taking on a brown bear that has missed its hibernation season in the Alaska snows, the New York's fighting ability is practically nonexistent. If he were to truly drive Kitty crazy, it would be the evening's social headline.

Besides, the strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain is a basic military tactic. We absolutely cannot fall for such a trick, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for us transmigrators.

Henry was so vigilant because he noticed that every time his friends caused trouble, there were always paparazzi waiting nearby.

While New York may not be as ubiquitous as Los Angeles, where you can bump into celebrities everywhere, it's still one of the world's premier metropolises, so the presence of paparazzi is hardly surprising.

Thanks to Henry's honed keen eyesight, even with his superpowers disabled, he could still discern the identity and background of someone carrying two or three cameras.

But if you encounter the same situation every time, you can't help but wonder if it's a trap.

A washed-up female celebrity wouldn't have much value, but if it were her... So, was she after the dementia medication?

Instead of conducting normal business negotiations, are they planning to resort to underhanded tactics?

Despite having suspicions, it's difficult to make a definitive judgment without more evidence. The best target for breaking the deadlock is still that persistent, mischievous child.

He was the only one who dared to openly follow Henry and his group all the way to their home in the Turtle Bay on East 49th Street. If the building hadn't been guarded, he probably would have followed them all the way to their fourth-floor apartment.

What If...? his tracking skills are so sophisticated that no one notices his presence, then that's fine.

Unfortunately, this brat's stalking skills are so poor that it's hard not to notice him. This only adds to the psychological burden, making him a headache just to see.

If you go upstairs, get home, and look out the window at the street, you can still see this small figure standing by the streetlight across the street. This blatant stalker behavior could easily drive anyone with a weak Mind Stone crazy.

However, it's not entirely accurate to say that the child deliberately used this method to exert pressure. Because when Henry was by the fourth-floor window, opened it, and made eye contact with the child, he would hide in fear, thinking that way he wouldn't be discovered.

Even paparazzi reporters are more professional in their tactics than him. He's just a clueless kid who's easily manipulated.

Besides, at his age, this should be the time when most kids his age are at school. How does this little guy have time to run around outside?

Noticing Henry standing by the window, amusing himself, Catherine Hepburn, who had just finished washing up with Maria Stark Tom's help, came into the living room and asked, "Is that child still on the street?"

"Yes, Kate," Henry stroked his beard and said, "I really wonder what kind of parents would let him wander around outside during school hours."

"Maybe he doesn't have parents," the old woman suddenly said, her tone tinged with pity.

Henry exclaimed in surprise, "An orphan! Is that even possible? This is New York!"

"So what if it's New York? You don't think that because this isn't 19th-century London, things like Oliver Twist won't happen, do you? Kid, I thought you were a pessimistic realist. Now it seems you're quite optimistic in some ways."

When Catherine Hepburn made that comment, the usually thick-skinned Henry blushed with embarrassment and said, "I thought the child welfare policies of this era should be able to help children like that."

"So that they can be raised like normal families, receive an education, and not be left without care, reduced to being exploited by street gangs and thieves, not learning anything worthwhile but engaging in petty theft."

The old lady said, "Have you noticed? He's always wearing the same outfit, never changing it. I don't think it's because he only has one style of clothing in his wardrobe, but rather that he has many sets."

Okay. To add to what this old lady said, Henry also noticed that the child had a very strong smell. It wasn't the kind of smell you get from not having bathed for three days; it was more like the smell of someone who had never been bathed since birth.

"Can you help him?" Catherine Hepburn suddenly asked.

"Hmm, of course," Henry nodded. Then he picked up the phone and muttered to himself, "Let me think... which number should I dial?"

There was no immediate danger, so 911 couldn't be called; nor was it abuse, so the CPS hotline wasn't appropriate. However, the United States has a national children's hotline, 1-800-CHILDREN (244-5373), which was easy to remember, so Henry dialed it directly.

Just like most government office phones, there's always a wait or constant transfers. Henry patiently waited until he finally got through to someone who might be responsible for handling the matter, and then explained the situation with the unruly kid downstairs.

After Henry finished explaining the situation, and the other party said they would handle it according to procedure, both of them hung up the phone. He then noticed that both Catherine Hepburn and Maria Stark Tom were looking at him with strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked.

"Is this how you handle it?" the old lady asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, what else can we do? The taxes I've paid in the past few years are probably more than many people pay in their entire lives. It's not wrong to make these institutions that take the people's money do some human affairs work, is it?"

"Actually, this is probably the right thing to do. But why do I feel like something's off?" Catherine Hepburn asked her personal nurse, Maria Stark Tom, who didn't feel comfortable criticizing her.

"Oh, the police are here. They actually called the police directly?" Henry said, just as he heard police cars arriving nearby with sirens blaring. This made the kids downstairs a little panicked, but they stayed on, hoping to get away with it.

When the police officer got out of the car and walked towards him, the brat panicked completely and ran off in the opposite direction.

Henry, who was watching the play upstairs, exclaimed, "Oh no! He's escaped! He's escaped! The police have caught up with him! Should I warn the police that the kid has a weapon?"

The old woman, still dumbfounded, asked, "Rotten eggs are considered weapons?"

"Chemical weapons, you know, cause a lot of psychological damage. Don't think you're scared, I'm scared too. Wow, how come this kid is so agile, he even crawled through a dog hole? Those two cops, you can tell from their waistlines they can't both crawl through the same hole. The level of United States police is really terrible."

A certain Kryptonian, utterly devoid of conscience, sat by the fourth-floor window, watching a thrilling spectacle of police chasing a young brat. His gasps of surprise prompted Catherine Hepburn to glare directly at him, saying, "Do something decent, kid."