American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 54: Lionel: Sorry, I thought you finally couldn't help but tell the IRS
Standing on the balcony of the East Wing guest room.

Locke leaned against the carved railing, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. The cool morning breeze blew across his cheek, carrying the unique salty and humid smell of the distant bay.

It has to be said that Luther Manor's geographical location is indeed unique.

It stands majestically on a cliff overlooking the metropolis. From here, the entire city skyline looks like a carefully cut crystal array, sparkling in the golden morning light.

"hu~hu~"

The slight exhalation sound made Locke subconsciously look down at the crib beside him.

Sarafiel was curled up in a soft swaddling cloth and sleeping soundly. Her pink little face rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her dark eyelashes looked like transparent wings in the morning light.

With a slight smile, Locke immersed himself in the tranquility of surviving the disaster.

until
"du~du~du~"

The flip phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the monotonous ringtone was particularly harsh in the quiet morning light.

Um.
It seems that the phone Gray was going to get was exactly the same as the original one, even the number was the same.

etc.
Seeing Sarafiel's eyelids twitching, as if he was about to wake up, Locke was so scared that he quickly stepped forward, picked up the phone almost in a panic, and quickly slid open the flip cover with his fingertips.

He pressed the answer button, and Jonathan's powerful voice immediately came from the receiver, with the noisy clucking of hens in the background:

"Locke! Where have you been? The farm is almost flooded with chicken eggs!"

Locke couldn't help but chuckle, and the image of Jonathan standing in the chicken coop, surrounded by eggs on the ground, flustered and helpless, suddenly appeared in his mind.

The heaviness of the past few days seemed to be diluted a little by the familiar atmosphere of fireworks.

"A little problem."

He took a sip of coffee, his tone relaxed.

"Let's talk about it in detail when we get back. After all, phone calls are very expensive."

"But I have good news." Locke paused, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards the crib, "The Kent family is going to have a new member."

"..."

There was absolute silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, as if the signal had been cut off.

"Good! Great! I knew you were reliable!" Then, a hearty laugh, so loud it almost pierced the receiver, suddenly exploded: "Good! Great! Hahaha! I knew you could do it! Martha! Martha! Come here! Locke has made it! We're going to have a new family member! Hahaha!"

?

What's reliable?
He put the phone slightly further away to prevent Jonathan's voice from damaging his ears, but before Locke could continue speaking.

"dududu~"

Jonathan hung up the phone and seemed to be in a hurry to inform Martha.

Locke put the phone back in his pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

Devil's agent, hellfire, and destined death.
His tense nerves finally relaxed after he made the call.

That night of life and death struggle seemed like a distant nightmare.
But at least for now...

Everything is settled.

He looked down at Sarafiel's peaceful sleeping face, and an unprecedented sense of peace surged in his chest.

Martha and Jonathan are alive and well, relying on the blue ladybug that Giorno accidentally left behind, and they survived the future that Logan said they would die.

And Sarafiel, the little, sleeping dragon.
Finally, she arrived at his side safely.

"Sir, would you like another cup of coffee?"

The maid inquired quietly from the shadows behind the balcony, holding a silver coffee pot.

"No, thank you." Locke shook his head. "Where's my son?"

"Master Lex went out with him this morning," the maid said respectfully, "and said she wanted to show him around the manor."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Lex?
Never mind. It would be a good thing to have Dio go with us.

The kid's been so tense these days.

As for Logan
Locke couldn't help laughing when he thought of his friend who always did things against the rules.

Before dawn this morning, he came to say goodbye, saying something like, "Now that the matter has been resolved, I should go and do my own thing."

When asked what he was going to do specifically, this guy just pointed to the sky mysteriously.

then
Judging from the direction, it seems that the water route was chosen again.

But overall, judging from Logan's relaxed look, there shouldn't be any danger.

"Boom--!"

Suddenly, the roar of a helicopter came from afar. Locke looked up and saw a black helicopter bearing the Luther Group logo flying high in the sky ahead.

The swirling air currents made Sarafiel wrinkle his nose in his sleep and utter a few vague mutters.

Putting down the coffee cup, Locke gently smoothed the baby's frown. The little guy immediately calmed down, and his little hand unconsciously grasped his fingers.

He doesn't look like a tyrant dragon at all.
"This little guy." Locke laughed dumbly.

He remembered that it was the same when he first met Dio.

But it hurt much more that time.

“Thump. Thump. Thump.”

"My friend, you seem to have recovered your strength?"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the sound came from the balcony entrance.

The rich guy was wearing a well-tailored dark grey suit today, his blue eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses sparkled with inquiry, the sunlight filtered through the green plants, casting tiny spots of light on his shiny leather shoes.

The whole person looks like he walked off the cover of a financial magazine.

"Thanks to you, the helicopter arrived in time." Locke turned around with a slight smile on his face.

"Haha." Lionel chuckled and walked over to the railing to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. "Then I assume you're not referring to the Lamborghini that was blown into fireworks?"

The two smiled at each other and clinked their coffee cups in tacit understanding.

The swimming pool in the estate below sparkled like a piece of shattered mercury.

"Honestly," Lionel said suddenly, "I didn't know you were being hunted."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the morning light and hiding the helplessness in his eyes.

"You said on the phone, 'I need the fastest car to get to the dock. If we're brothers, don't ask why.'"

"Looks like your crime has been exposed and you're about to flee the country." Lionel took a sip of coffee and said helplessly, "I thought you'd finally let it go and kill Kristen from the IRS."

"I stuffed quite a bit of hard currency into the trunk for you."

"Cough, cough. Cough, cough, cough!"

"Lionel!" Locke nearly choked on his coffee. "Is that who you think I am?"

He asked why Lionel was so ostentatious, it turned out that he really wanted to use the identity of Luther Group to cover him up.
No wonder no one cared about me while I was speeding all the way.

"It's hard to say." Lionel looked Locke up and down and said, "After all, I never thought that my farmer friend was actually a superhuman."

He tapped the rim of the coffee cup lightly, making the porcelain make a crisp sound. "Locke, you've been hiding this from me for so long."

"Well..." Locke raised his hand and rubbed his brow, avoiding the other party's overly sharp gaze. "I didn't want to implicate you, Lionel. At that time... I wasn't even sure if it was a group of people chasing us, or something more terrifying."

"What do you mean by implicated, Locke?" Lionel snorted coldly, his eyes sharp as knives behind his glasses. "Although our Luther Group is now just a well-known company in Metropolis."

"But he's not someone you can easily mess with, Locke."

"Anyone who dares to touch Luther's friends must be prepared to pay the price."

"Lionel," Locke sighed, turning back to press the balcony railing, the metal slightly deforming in his palm. "It's not that simple. Just look at the road we destroyed. You should have seen it, right?"

Lionel was startled.

Of course he had seen the photos of the scene.

The twenty-meter-long asphalt road looked like it had been gnawed by a giant beast, and the melted guardrail steel columns hung down like melted candles.

It took him a lot of effort to smooth it out.

"But……"

Lionel opened his mouth, wanting to ask for more details.

Locke suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, what happened next?"

"Hey!"

Seeing that Locke once again avoided the core issue, Lionel was immediately furious. His fingers holding the coffee cup tightened slightly, and finally, with a bit of venting, he slammed the cup heavily on the glass coffee table next to him.

He stared at Locke for three full seconds with a complicated look in his eyes.

But in the end, he seemed to have given up, leaned back in his chair in frustration, and rubbed his eyebrows with his hand.

"David Copperan, the youngest police chief in the history of our metropolis." He pulled out a business card from his suit pocket. "He's always been very sensitive to superhuman crimes. Fortunately, he didn't see you."

"Otherwise, this incident would not be a simple one—"

"It was as simple as an employee of Luther Group stealing the sports car from the chairman's garage and accidentally causing it to crash off a cliff and explode."

(End of this chapter)