American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 16 Radioactive Meteorite (Please continue reading)
Standing by the ridge of the field.

Locke and Lionel were having a great discussion about the purchase price of oats this year.

Anthony was standing by with a calculator, occasionally interjecting his half-baked market analysis.

"Tell the truth, Mr. Locke."

Lionel pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke with a hint of admiration. "For someone as insightful as you, working on a farm is a real waste of talent. Our Luther Group also has a number of management projects in the field of agricultural technology. I wonder if you'd be interested."

"Thank you for your kindness." Locke interrupted with a smile, his eyes softening as he glanced at the golden wheat fields in the distance. "When I was younger, I would have agreed without hesitation. But now..."

“I discovered something more important than career success.”

Hearing this, Lionel was slightly startled, then smiled knowingly: "I am abrupt."

"Mr. Anthony." He winked at Anthony, "Bring me the subscription form. Mr. Locke, if you don't mind, we can do it now..."

"of course can."

Locke stretched out his hand to take out a pen from his front pocket, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the sky behind Lionel.

There were several red arcs crossing the azure sky.

"meteor?"

Locke murmured subconsciously, somewhat surprised. How could this happen at this time?!
Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply and his face turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, Locke didn't even have time to explain. He pushed Lionel away and ran towards the cornfield.

The movement was so sudden that the documents in Anthony's hands were knocked to the ground.

Lionel stumbled a few steps before he stood firm. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard the bodyguards behind him exclaim: "Sir! That is—"

The entrepreneur turned around abruptly and looked in the direction the bodyguard pointed.

Above the sky, a red track was swooping down towards the farmland at an astonishing speed!

"Is it a meteorite?!"

"F***!" his voice almost cracked. "Go get Lex out here! Now!"

The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, but as they were well-trained, they immediately split into two teams.

A team escorted Lionel to a safe area.

The other team's words.
Then he slowly circled outside the cornfield.

A few thousand dollars a month, what's the point of playing with your life?

In contrast, Locke, the father, was extremely anxious. He ran wildly in the cornfield, and the thick stalks hit his face, leaving tiny blood marks.

But he didn't care about these things at all, his mind was full of Dio's figure.

"Star Platinum!"

A purple stand appeared behind him and knocked down all the corn stalks blocking his way according to his will.

"Dior!"

His cries echoed through the cornfield.

Can.
Can't find it.

The cornfield is really too big.

Locke's heart was bleeding at this moment. Why on earth did he buy such a large piece of land in the first place?!
He searched and searched until
The arc in the sky finally reached its end not far from Locke.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion came from a distance, followed by the familiar flames shooting into the sky and a heat wave hitting the face.

His heart almost stopped beating, and Locke rushed towards the explosion like mad.

When he finally broke out of the corn bush, the scene before him almost froze his blood:
A charred pit several meters in diameter was still emitting thick smoke, and the surrounding corn stalks were flattened by the shock wave, forming a radial ruin.

And at the farthest point from the pit, a thin figure was kneeling on the ground, holding something in his arms.

"Lex!"

Locke rushed forward and saw clearly that the person in little Luther's arms was the unconscious Dio.

The boy's blond hair was covered in mud, and there was a shocking wound near his collarbone. "What...what happened?"

Locke knelt on one knee and checked his son's injuries tremblingly.

"Dio he saved that man and then..."

Following the direction of little Luther's finger, Locke saw a young man with his upper body naked sitting on the ground not far away, with a look of confusion and fear on his face.

"Then."

A piece of his glasses was broken, and Lex's face was covered with tears and dust. Even his blond hair, which was not thick to begin with, began to fall out. He trembled and said:

"A meteorite fell."

"I saw a rock flying towards Dio, so I tackled him, but the rock..."

"The stone still scratched Dio."

"Let's go first!" Locke picked up Dio with one hand and grabbed Lex with the other hand, "We have to leave here immediately!"

But just after he ran a few steps, he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled.

Looking back, it was the young man who was rescued by Dio.

"Take me, take me with you." The young man begged, his legs seemed to be weak with fear.

Locke gritted his teeth and was about to speak when a sharp engine sound came from afar.

Three black SUVs rushed through the cornfield. In the leading car, Lionel's face was more solemn than ever.

"Get in the car!" the entrepreneur ordered briefly, reaching out and pulling his son into the car.

Locke carried Dio into the last car and looked out the window—

There was a barren cornfield there.
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Under the pale light of the hospital corridor, Locke paced back and forth like a trapped beast.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

But in this place, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the cold metal of surgical instruments made the already heavy air even more suffocating.

"hateful!"

Locke pounded the wall, filled with anger that had nowhere to vent.

Who would have thought that in the eighth year after Clark arrived, a meteor shower would hit the town?

"Da da da--"

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the corridor.

Clark was the first to rush into view, his curly hair disheveled from running, his blue eyes filled with panic.

Close behind was Martha, who looked very pale, and Jonathan came last. His usually cheerful face was now terribly gloomy.

"Oh, God"

As soon as Martha's eyes met the glaring red light above the operating room, her legs suddenly went weak.

Jonathan quickly caught his wife and helped her to the bench. He turned to Clark and whispered, "Son, take good care of your mother. The air is better outside."

Clark bit his lip and nodded. He had a lot of questions to ask, but when he saw Uncle Locke's bloodshot eyes and the closed door of the operating room, he finally just silently helped Martha up and said, "Mom, let's go outside and get some fresh air. The air in the garden over there is better."

Martha nodded dazedly and staggered to her feet with Clark's help.

But as she passed by Locke, this always gentle and strong peasant woman suddenly grabbed his arm, her nails almost digging into his flesh: "He'll be fine, right?"

The sound was as light as a feather falling to the ground.

Locke opened his mouth, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

Finally, Jonathan gently pried his wife's hands apart: "Let Locke breathe, dear."

"Dio is a very tough kid. Have you forgotten that he fell from the second floor of the barn last time and was alive and kicking the next day?"

He said so, but when the footsteps of the mother and son disappeared at the end of the corridor, Jonathan's expression immediately changed.

"What did the doctor say?" he asked anxiously, obviously no less anxious than Martha and Clark.

(End of this chapter)