American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"so good"

He squinted his eyes at the endless waves of wheat. "This reminds me of my farm back home in Nebraska."

"That's the smell of ripe corn there, my father always said."

"Mr. Smith."

"That thing probably exploded here." Fan Ke rolled his eyes at the old man and said speechlessly, "Every breath of air you breathe may contain toxins."

The old agent's expression froze instantly.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

He coughed violently, nearly coughing out his lungs. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. After a long while, he finally recovered and said, "Is this the place?"

"Yes, very close." Vanke held a brick and shook it left and right, "The exact location is not clear."

"Hey, old man, where are you going?"

"Young man, this is the first lesson I'm going to teach you." Smith grumbled as he walked forward. "Sometimes you shouldn't trust machines too much. On-site visits are the most authoritative."

"Why don't we just ask the simple farmer?"

Van Ke was stunned for a moment, then he realized that there was a huge shadow looming in the distance.

That appears to be a rusty tractor?

The roar came from far away, and the smell of diesel seemed to be mixed with the sweet aroma of blueberry pie.

Leaning forward, the two agents were about to say hello, but when they saw the figure in the driver's seat, they were both stunned.

The sunlight passed through the boy's dazzling golden hair, casting a small shadow under his eyelashes, making his red eyes look very strange.

One hand was casually placed on the steering wheel, while the other hand was pinching the source of the fragrance they smelled.

It was a blueberry pie, but most of it was already eaten.

To be honest, if you don't look at its mount, just look at its posture

It's like driving a luxury sports car.

A curly-haired boy with mud all over his face was standing in the truck bed, trying to catch a flying butterfly with his muddy hands.

His plaid shirt was covered in mud and looked like he had rolled in a cement block.

This is what rural children should be like.

"It really looks like when I was young." Agent Smith nodded and said with emotion, "I drove a Ferrari F on the West Coast back then."

"Old man, is this the point?" Fan Ke said helplessly, "Kansas now allows minors to drive farm machinery?"

"Under Section 17 of the Federal Agricultural Safety Regulations."

"That's not the point. We came here to recycle that thing." The old agent rolled his eyes, but suddenly grinned. "But seriously, when I was eight years old, I stole my grandfather's harvester and, tsk tsk, I almost flattened half of the cornfield—"

"Mr Smith!"

Vanke interrupted unbearably, "Please carry out your field visit!"

"Vanke, I hope you can use this enthusiasm on girls."

The old agent adjusted his tie sullenly, then walked towards the tractor with his kindest smile on his face.

"Good morning, children! It rained really hard yesterday, didn't it?"

The tractor braked slamming to a stop.

Dio slowly licked the jam off his fingertips, his red eyes narrowing slightly.

These guys in expensive suits appeared on the country roads, looking as out of place as hyenas in a chicken coop.

My father once said that when he was young, there was a period of time when he was embarrassed by these people in black suits.

Are you here to ask for money again?

Calling the world behind him, Dio is always ready.

"A weather satellite crashed in a thunderstorm near us. Did you see it?"

Dio's expression relaxed.

It turns out it’s about the robots.

He was so scared that he thought someone was here to ask for money.

"Not much, Grandpa," he shrugged. "Only the thunder yesterday kept the pigs awake."

"?"

Clark in the truck bed blinked in confusion.

They had clearly slept soundly last night after eating venison, and everyone in Smallville knew that Locke Farm didn't raise any.

"Sigh~"

Clark took a breath, and then suddenly covered his calf. He felt something kicked him.

Agent Smith, who didn't notice these little movements and thought the curly-haired boy had a cramp, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

He continued to ask, "It's just a few large pieces of metal fragments, maybe. Are there any traces of them near our farm?"

"Satellite?" Dio tilted his head with an innocent expression. "Is it the one in space?"

"No, maybe a little smaller," the old agent gestured, "there's a little silver light outside."

"I don't remember that. Why don't you go ask other farms?"

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Hearing this, the old agent frowned doubtfully and was about to continue asking questions, but Vank next to him suddenly raised the detector, and the radiation value on the screen was slowly rising.

He walked quickly towards a patch of black weeds on the roadside: "Smith! The soil here..."

"Hey! You can't go that way!"

Dio suddenly jumped off the tractor.

His movements were so fast that even Vank didn't see how he moved before the blond boy was already blocking the detector.

"My dad said the field had just been sprayed with herbicides."

"Really?" Vanke narrowed his eyes. "What brand of herbicide would cause radioactive burn marks on plants?"

The air freezes.

Clark stood bewildered in the bed, dirt clumps falling from between his fingers.

Dio stubbornly stood in front, his stand's fists clenched tightly.

At this critical moment——

"children!"

A deep male voice came from deep in the wheat field. It was Locke who appeared at the end of the path carrying two bags of fertilizer.

Very high

This was the two agents' first impression of Mr. Locke.

At least 190, right?

Vanke swallowed.

This guy, with such a big physique, instead of making a name for himself on the basketball court in Kansas, why is he being a farmer here?

Chapter 11 Locke: Gentlemen, you know, I am just an honest farmer

"Who are these two?" Locke asked as he approached.

"Are you Mr. Locke, the owner of this farm?"

Agent Smith instinctively pulled out his credentials: "Special investigator for the Department of Agriculture, regarding last night's weather satellite crash."

"Ah, that."

Locke nodded, turned around and waved at the two of them, driving away the dissatisfied Dio and the confused Clark.

"Look," he said, flashing the simple, honest smile typical of American farmers. "This satellite suddenly fell into my field, exploded without warning, and then vanished without explanation. I'm terribly worried. I don't even know what evidence I can use to ask you for compensation."

"I didn't expect you to come to my door."

Rubbing his rough palms, a few lines of worry appeared on his Locke-colored face, making him look like a simple farmer who was worried about his livelihood.

"Then why did you tell the children that herbicides were sprayed here?" Van Ke asked puzzledly.

"Speaking of this, sir."

Locke lowered his voice and pointed to the two children who were peeking at the tractor in the distance, "I haven't told the kids about this yet."

"You know, if that satellite really does emit radiation, those two kids will definitely be so greedy that the whole of Kansas will know about it, and then the oats we grow will be..."

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Locke." Van Ke adjusted his glasses. "The radiation level in this area is constantly decreasing. If we had come a few days later, the radiation here might have completely decreased to zero."

"what?!"

"You think you can guarantee safety just by shaking that iron lump a couple of times?" Locke suddenly raised his voice, scaring the nearby chickens so much that they flapped their wings and fled. "My second uncle's nephew grows potatoes in Chernobyl, and now the eggplants growing in his field glow!"

"Can you guarantee that my oats won't glow in the future?"

Agent Smith was spitted all over his face and he wiped it away in embarrassment.

The old agent thought of his cousin in Nebraska, who almost went bankrupt last year because of the unsold genetically modified corn.

He couldn't help but slow down his tone: "Mr. Locke, I understand your concerns."

"understand?"

Locke grabbed Vanke's detector and drew a few mud marks on the screen with his finger. "Then explain to me why this grass looks so dead, like it was struck by lightning?"

"Well, Mr. Locke." Van Ke scratched his head, "Actually, it's because this metal is extremely unstable—"

"Cough cough!"

Smith interrupted with a sudden cough, "Agent Vanke, the material is confidential."

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Until Locke suddenly took off his cowboy hat and pressed it to his chest, his voice trembling.

"Sir, our family depends on these few acres of land for our livelihood."

"You know, I'm just an honest farmer." He pointed to a small hut in the distance with smoke rising from it. "Do you see the barn? I still have five years left to pay off the loan I took out to build it."

The sunlight shone on his slightly red eyes, and even Fan Ke felt a little uncomfortable.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Old Smith recalled the time when his grandfather was forced to sell land by an agricultural company.

Ugh.

How could he not know how miserably these honest and hardworking farmers have been exploited by the agricultural associations in recent years?

"How about this."

The old agent patted Locke on the shoulder and said, "We'll go through the process for you. The compensation will definitely be in place!"

"Mr. Smith!" Van Ke hurriedly stopped him, "This is not in accordance with the procedures."

The old agent glared at his young colleague, then turned to Locke and winked, "We are all farmers' children, Mr. Locke."

"Let this thing rot in the fields and use it as fertilizer."

Ten minutes later, the black Chevrolet drove away from the farm.

Only after it completely disappeared at the end of the country road did Dio slowly walk over.

"Chernobyl?" He imitated his father's crying voice. "Why are our oats glowing?"

"Snapped!"

Locke slapped his son on the head.

"Stinky boy, who told you to talk to a stranger just now?"

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