American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 72 The Kent Family's Great Crisis (10,000-word update, please continue reading!)
The night is getting darker.

The living room was filled with fatigue and tranquility at the end of the day.

Locke was taking inventory of the baby supplies.

Calculating the time, it should be milk powder?

Can.
When his fingers ran across the diaper storage bin, his movements suddenly froze.

He searched again in disbelief, then his face changed and he took a breath!
"hiss--!"

The sound was particularly clear in the silent living room, carrying a sense of horror as if encountering a catastrophic disaster.

At the bottom of the huge storage box, there was a single diaper lying all alone!

The frail white figure seemed so helpless at the bottom of the empty box, as if announcing a huge crisis.

Sarafir's ammunition depot is completely exhausted!

Locke suddenly turned his head to look towards the crib, his eyes filled with panic as if something was wrong.

"Dad, bring it here quickly."

Dio covered his nose and stood beside the crib, his expression as serious as if he was dismantling a miniature C4 bomb.

He is controlling the world right now.

"Dad? Where's the diaper?" Dio said dissatisfiedly.

"..."

Locke handed it over silently.

Dio looked at Locke suspiciously, but quickly changed Sarafiel's diaper.

After a winter break of training, he was able to easily perform amazingly delicate operations using his stand-in's huge fingers.

With almost surgical precision, he smoothly and effortlessly changed his brother's 'new clothes'.

The little guy also lay there obediently, looking at his brother curiously with his big black eyes.

"Dio..."

Locke's voice was filled with a barely perceptible smirk. He rubbed his hands and slowly moved closer to his son, his eyes wandering.
"At home...um, Sarafir's strategic reserves seem to be...a bit desperate?"

“I forgot to buy it.”

Dio didn't even look up, but simply controlled the world to throw the dirty diaper into a trash can in the distance.

He snorted coldly, his voice full of all-knowing sarcasm:

"So? Which paradise is our great dad planning to go to? Haven't you had enough of the sunny beaches on the West Coast?"

Obviously
This kid is still upset about Locke sneaking away to the West Coast.

Locke choked and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly cleared his throat and put on an extremely serious expression:

"Be serious, son!"

"There's really not a single drop left at home... uh, not a single piece left!"

"Sarafil's security for tomorrow morning is at risk!"

"I have to go to the supermarket in town right now, right now, overnight to get a large batch of goods! This is a top priority for the harmony and stability of our family!"

"You don't want to hold Sarafiel like that, do you?"

Lifting his eyelids, Dio's sharp golden-red eyes swept across his father's sincere face, and then glanced at the empty box.

"Yes. Makes sense."

He nodded expressionlessly, his tone calm and composed.

But just when Locke thought he agreed to stay, Dio changed the subject again, "Then I'll go with you."

"what?"

Locke was stunned and subconsciously looked at the little ball of fur in the crib who was beginning to babble.

"Then...what about Sarafiel?"

"You can't..."

Follow them to the supermarket to shop late at night?
Dio nodded his chin slightly towards the crib and said as a matter of course:
"Let Star Platinum hold him."

"..."

Locke was silent.

Isn’t it a bit weird to see a stand-in taking care of a baby?

But it seems...

feasible?

and…

Locke's gaze returned to Dio.

Under the light, the boy's golden hair looked a little soft, and the outline of his face still had a hint of childishness, but his independence was clearly visible.

Ever since Sarafiel came into being, the focus of the family had inevitably shifted, and he hadn't been alone with Dio for a long time.

Those times when it was just the father and son, when they could talk freely and even quarrel, seemed to be diluted by the busyness and the crying of the baby.

A mix of guilt and longing welled up inside him. Locke's eyes softened, and he reached out to ruffle Dio's wonderfully soft blond hair, a gesture filled with long-lost intimacy.

"Okay, little housekeeper."

Locke grinned, a smile that held a touch of relief and anticipation.

"Then let's go together, the two of us... well, plus Sarafiel and his 'exclusive car', let's go save the Kent family's diaper supply!"

Dio's head shook from being rubbed. He didn't say anything, but turned his face away quickly and almost imperceptibly, as if trying to hide something.

But the arc of the corner of his mouth that was slightly raised and then forced down by him
And the back figure that suddenly quickened its pace and walked towards the entrance clearly betrayed the secret happiness in his heart.

Locke walked to the door without looking back, but his mind moved slightly.

Star Platinum immediately and gently picked up Sarafiel, who was still looking around curiously, as if she was holding the most precious and fragile item in the world, and followed Dio silently and faithfully.

Looking at Dio's arrogant back, and the purple stand floating in the air, holding a baby.

This unique combination exudes an indescribable warmth and...

Funny?

The farmer smiled and shook his head, grabbed the car keys and strode after him.

"Let's go! Target——!"

“Baby products section in a 24-hour supermarket!”
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"How could it not be?"

The cold wind in the middle of the night picked up a few dead leaves and blew past the empty entrance of the 24-hour supermarket.

Kent, his son and his two children stood silently under the pale light, like three sculptures being toyed with by fate.

Dio crossed his arms, his face tense. Sarafiel in Locke's arms seemed to feel the solemnity of the atmosphere and twisted his body uneasily.

Behind him, the night clerk smiled apologetically and rubbed his hands:
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Kent."

"Today... uh, all the diapers were bought by a customer. They were all emptied out in the evening."

"..."

"What happened to Smallwell?"

Locke muttered softly, as if asking himself, or questioning this bizarre world.

In a large supermarket in a small town, you can't even buy diapers.
Which kindergarten came here to buy in bulk?!
"Dad, are you willing?"

"Dio, I won't give up."

Locke took a deep breath.

It's like arriving at the New Year and not having any new underwear to wear!
They are not willing to give in.

The roar of the pickup truck's engine ripped through the silence of the small town, carrying them to the next supermarket, then the next, and even to a convenience store on the edge of town...

However.
The repeater of fate seemed to have been pressed on the play button.

Melancholy Blues?!
"Sorry, sold out."

"It's a gentleman in a black trench coat and a top hat..."

"Yes, he bought them all."

"Not a bit left."

The shop assistants repeated their statements in unison, pointing to the mysterious man in the diaper and windbreaker.

finally…

The three of them stopped outside the last convenience store with a pale light on. The clerk yawned and gave the answer that had been expected but still despairing.

The pickup truck's headlights cast long beams of light in the cold night.

"what……"

Locke let out a short, cold laugh, which condensed into a white mist in the cold air.

Wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, right?

If I ever catch that bastard, I'm gonna make him...

"dad."

Dio's incredible voice interrupted Locke's thoughts.

The boy tugged at Locke's sleeve and pointed to the shadow at the edge of the pickup truck's light halo.

"Is it... that person?"

Looking up in the direction Dio pointed, Locke's expression became serious.

Under the dim street light, a figure stood quietly.

This is exactly the image that the store clerks repeatedly described.

A straight black trench coat and a black top hat pulled down low.

The shadow from the brim of his hat almost completely obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only his hard-lined jaw visible.

He just stood there, yet seemed to be silent and motionless, as if he had condensed directly from the shadow cast by the street lamp.

Night wind blows
but.
The hem of his windbreaker didn't move at all?!
just like.
ghost!

This person actually exudes an extremely unreal and elusive feeling!
(End of this chapter)