American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"snort!"

Locke snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Want to use the same move a second time?

"Star Platinum!"

The Platinum Star suddenly flashed, and his fists turned into a blurry afterimage—

"OOLA OOLA OOLA OOLA!!!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Mixed with rumbling thunder, a series of crisp sounds of metal exploding also exploded in the rainstorm!

Every tentacle that attacked was blown into pieces the moment it came into contact with the purple fist wind, and silver metal fragments flew everywhere in the rain like fireworks!

The shattered metal debris fell to the ground, twisting and wriggling like living things, trying to reassemble.

"it's useless."

Locke took a step forward, pointed one finger forward, and Star Platinum took a fighting stance.

"I could have blown you to pieces a month ago."

"I can blow it up again now!"

"Buzz!"

But as soon as Locke finished speaking, the monster suddenly made a creepy move.

It slowly raised its arms

Let the scattered metal fragments reassemble in the air and gradually form a giant jagged sickle!

The rain slid down the sharp edge.

Under the reflection of the kryptonite green light, the entire weapon exudes a very strong aura of death.

Locke narrowed his eyes.

"Snapped--!"

He flipped his wrist and pulled out a military detonator from his waist.

The World!

Star Platinum caught the detonator accurately and threw it forward with force.

The fuse burns, hissing in the rain!

"Whoosh!"

The detonator cut through the stagnant water droplets in the air and shot directly at the kryptonite in the monster's chest!

Time resumes its flow.

WXR9 raised his metal sickle and hurriedly blocked, but saw Star Platinum suddenly change his tactics -

"Eula!"

The purple punch hit the joint of the sickle, forcibly blasting a path for the detonator!

"Boom——!"

In the light of the explosion, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the kryptonite!

The monster let out a harsh metallic whine and stumbled backward.

And Locke.

He took out three detonators and put them in his mouth, then lit the fuses and let sparks fly in the rain.

"Farmer, bring some blasting tools."

"That makes sense, right?"

Star Platinum punched out with both fists—

The left fist smashed the reorganizing metal tentacles!

Use your right fist to insert the detonator into the gap of the monster's joint!

“It’s art, and that’s what art is.”

After spitting out the last fuse of the ignited detonator in his mouth, a cold light flashed in Locke's eyes!

"explode!"

"boom--!"

The chain of white light illuminated the entire barn ruins as bright as day, and countless metal fragments turned into iron rain in the flames!

I don't know when the rain stopped.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, casting a silver band of light on the ground.

Locke lay on his back in the mud, his brown curly hair covered in mud and metal debris, his chest heaving violently.

"Ha ha."

Panting, he turned his head to look to the side——

The small pool of silver liquid, less than 30 ml, was still wriggling and slowly shrinking like some dying creature.

The kryptonite fragments had completely dimmed, and the green light had disappeared completely.

"Such a big event." Locke laughed hoarsely, "but it's made of such a small amount of stuff."

"It really is"

He raised his arm to shield his eyes, a tired smile on his lips: "It's amazing."

Speaking of which, those two boys are probably crying and making a fuss right now, and Jonathan and Martha must be really overwhelmed.

Locke couldn't help but smile, and thinking of the people who might be worried about him, he controlled the Star Platinum to lift himself up.

But when he just stood up——

"Clap."

A drop of water fell from the broken eaves of the barn and hit the mud puddle in front of him.

Followed by the second and third tones

But Locke could hear it.

Those aren't raindrops at all.

It was the sound of boot heels tapping on wooden boards.

Those guys showed up?!

All his muscles tensed instantly, Locke endured the headache and controlled Star Platinum to take a fighting stance.

"Don't be nervous, kid."

A hoarse voice came from above my head.

In the moonlight, a tall figure squatted on the broken beam of the barn, the hem of his leather windbreaker swaying slightly in the night breeze. "Your tactics are quite good."

The man was holding a cigarette, his gray hair tied into a short braid at the back of his head.

"correct."

He slowly stood up, feeling a vague sense of danger coming over him.

"The force that pushed away the monster's sickle just now."

"Is it telekinesis?"

Chapter 24 Jonathan: It's those IRS bastards again! Right!

The night wind swept across the wheat fields, carrying the smell of damp earth. The wheat ears, soaked by rain, hung heavily, shining silver-gray in the moonlight.

The remains of the barn resembled a skeleton torn apart by a giant beast. Blackened beams slanted into the mud, wisps of smoke rising from the broken parts. The puddles reflected a fragmented night sky, and the few remaining pieces of iron roof creaked in the wind.

Locke slowly stood up on his knees, mud and water dripping from his overalls, whose original color could no longer be seen.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him in the moonlight.

The man jumped down from the beam and leaned against the remaining half of the barn wall, a nearly burned cigarette in his mouth.

The orange-red firelight cast shadows of varying shades on his weathered face. He was wearing a worn leather jacket with the collar open, revealing his muscular chest.

He took a deep puff of cigarette, the night wind blew the man's gray hair, but the smoke he exhaled lingered in the moonlight.

He just stood there quietly, exuding a sense of loneliness and isolation, like an old wolf who had been walking alone for many years.

Logan

Logan.

Wolverine.

[Note: There is no mixing! Both worlds are independent and separate worlds! ]

Locke wiped the mud off his face and suddenly laughed:

"It seems like surprises tonight are coming one after another."

The man didn't answer immediately.

He simply put out the cigarette butt with his bare hands and threw it on the ground casually.

His eyes gleamed with a complex light in the moonlight, as if he was examining Locke, but also as if he was looking through him into the more distant past.

"I followed my inner feelings and found this place."

“Obviously.”

"You seem to know me?" He finally spoke hoarsely, "You"

"Aren't you from this world too?"

Locke shook his head, muddy water dripping down his hair:

"I'm just a corn farmer, sir."

With his eyes narrowed, Logan looked at the muddy farmer in front of him.

From the other person's muddy work boots to the pair of eyes that were unusually calm in the moonlight.

Apart from your clothes, what exactly do you look like a farmer?

What farmer could throw a detonator around and blow a monster made of imitation adamantium to pieces?

A delicate silence hung in the air, broken only by the rustle of distant wheat stalks in the breeze.

"Humph."

"Whatever you say, kid."

With a sneer, Logan took out another cigarette from the inside pocket of his leather jacket, and then frowned as he took out an old-fashioned Zippo lighter.

He opened the lid and rubbed the roller with his thumb.

"Kaka."

Only sporadic sparks flickered in the humid air.

"F**k!"

He cursed softly, pressed hard, and flames shot out.

Only a wisp of blue smoke came out and then it went out.

With an awkward cough, Logan put the lighter back into his pocket:

".This damn weather."

He glanced at Locke and said in a deep voice, "Is there a fire, farmer?"