American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Jonathan's face turned the color of liver.

Trembling, he opened the secret compartment under the tractor seat.

Inside lay two unopened model boxes with pointed corners, and the mecha on the cover sparkled in the sunlight.

The air froze for three seconds.

"brother!"

Jonathan suddenly yelled and slammed one of the boxes into Locke's arms, "Take it and fight!"

The sunlight cast his shadow on the barn wall, like an ear of wheat bent by the weight of life.

Sighing, he then extended a hand to Locke.

Signal him to take it out.

"Who makes us brothers?"

Locke smiled mysteriously: "I have secretly prepared a big gift for you to give to Clark and Dio."

He brought Jonathan to a piece of oilcloth and peeled it off with a flip of his hand.

Inside is a mini tractor made from a children's toy car?!

"I pieced it together out of scrap harvester parts."

Locke rubbed his hands proudly, "Dio definitely doesn't know!"

"cool!"

With a smile on his face, Jonathan whistled and walked behind the tractor, "Brother, I'll take him away then."

"random."

"Remember to fight Dio 1:1, or else you'll be scolded by him."

Locke shrugged and motioned for Jonathan to take the semi-finished product next to him away.

"Okay, okay. I think those two little guys will be very happy."

Humming a tuneless tune, Jonathan happily pushed the mini tractor away, and also used the tractor to tow the cart loaded with parts.

The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, like a big bear that had stolen some honey.

and so…

My brother Jonathan.

When did you become like this?

Locke sighed.

He still remembered that when he came here to stay at the age of twelve, Jonathan's requirements were very strict.

You can't eat midnight snacks, you have to go to bed before nine o'clock, watch TV for no more than two hours a day, and even going out has certain time limits.

He looks like a strict father. How come he has become like this now?

To be honest, compared to his own childhood, Locke now envied Clark a little.

At that time, he had to rebel against Jonathan several times before he was able to gain some freedom and power.

so.

"Sorry, bro."

He chuckled and patted the model box.

"I'll return it to you after I've put it together."

With a sly smile on his lips, Locke squatted down and hid the limited edition Gundam under the scaffolding, then turned and walked to the corner of the barn.

There was also a piece of oil-stained canvas covering it.

"Wow~"

Two shiny metal boxes appeared under the canvas.

Two gold-stamped logos gleamed in the twilight.

That's right, that mini tractor was just a scrapped design that Locke made using Star Platinum.

His real gift wasn't that.

"hiss"

Locke touched his chest distressedly.

These two astronomical telescopes cost him a lot of his savings, and he also had to rely on Anthony's favor to bring them back from the UK.

Dad is very attentive this time!

It is said to be something from the Royal Academy of Sciences?

Forget it

Anyway, those two guys should be happy.

"Thorn--!"

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the harsh sound of tires rubbing against each other.

Locke reflexively covered the canvas and glanced at the clock on the barn wall.

——4:23 p.m.

“This time.”

It will take at least half an hour before the school bus arrives.

Moreover, he could recognize the engine sound of that old school bus with his eyes closed. It was definitely not the muffled sound of today's high-end engines.

Locke narrowed his eyes, wiped his hands casually on his overalls, and walked out of the barn.

He raised his hand to cover his brow, and the platinum telescope led him to gaze into the distance.

A Chevrolet was trembling like a lame old ox as it rolled over the potholes in the dirt road.

This full-size SUV, which should have been majestic, was now like a drunk, swaying left and right to avoid the protruding rocks on the road, and the paint was stained with mud splashed from somewhere.

Two months later.

They came after all.

Chapter 30: Sam Lane's Tragedy

[Thank you all for your monthly tickets. I counted 124 in total.]

[Thank you so much everyone, I will add 5k words here for you brothers]

What? Too many words? Do you usually read 2 words?

【Brothers, just take a look. 】

"Is it finally here?"

Locke took a deep breath.

The peaceful days of the past two months made him relax his vigilance and he almost forgot about this matter.

The sound of tires rolling over gravel suddenly became sharp, and the car braked suddenly twenty meters away from the barn.

In the flying dust, the driver's door was pushed open by someone's shoulder.

Yes, that way that federal agents push the car door as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The first thing he stepped out of was his shiny Oxford shoes, reflecting the light in the setting sun, followed by the trouser seams of his suit, which were ironed so hot that they could cut people.

Then it became familiar.

"Oh my god, this road is even worse than the last time I came here! My new Ferragamo!"

"Vanke."

The old man with gray hair came down from the passenger seat with great momentum and interrupted him.

Smith raised his hand to adjust his tie, his voice low and authoritative.

"Watch your words and actions. We are now 'Special Commissioners' and 'Chief Special Commissioners', senior officials. Be alert and don't lose points."

"Hey"

Rolling his eyes, Vanke muttered softly:

"Senior cadre? Senior cadres are supposed to drive this nearly broken-down Chevrolet? I'm so unlucky that after the organization was restructured, I'm still in the same team as you."

"is it?"

Smith sighed and patted his shoulder.

"Then when I assigned you to partner with Blake last time, didn't you come back after just three days? You said he couldn't even make coffee properly."

Van Ke choked, then became angry and embarrassed:

"That's because he added sugar to his Americano! Added sugar! Is that something a human would do?!"

Smith shook his head, not wanting to argue, and walked towards the barn.

Cursing and swearing, Vanke followed, looking down to check if there were any mud spots on his trouser legs as he walked, muttering to himself, "I should have applied for a transfer to the European branch. At least the roads there are flat!"

Without even turning around, Smith said, "If I really transferred you there, you'd complain again, 'Europeans can't even make a hamburger.'"

Vanke opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't refute. He just kicked a small stone away viciously.

"Snapped!"

The stone hit the car door, leaving a barely noticeable dent.

Smith glanced back, his mouth twitching slightly: "The maintenance fee will be deducted from your salary."

Van Cleef: “.”

In the distance, Locke, who was standing at the barn door and silently eavesdropping with Star Platinum, twitched his lips slightly when he heard the words.

Still these two.

Then he was relieved.

But speaking of it.

Organizational restructuring?

What is the current situation of that organization?

"Mr. Locke! It seems we are destined to meet you right here." Before Locke could think about it, Smith approached and said, "Has there been anything unusual on the farm recently?"

Nodding, Locke's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and suddenly lowered his voice:

"You two, I've finally waited for you!"

Smith and Vanke froze at the same time, their eyes meeting quickly behind their sunglasses.

Vanke's fingers had already quietly touched his waist, but Smith stopped him with a look.

"Mr. Locke," Smith said, his business-like smile etched on his face. He deliberately lifted his briefcase. "We're just here to inspect the farmers in Kansas. It's a routine survey."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"call--!"

Locke let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. After looking around, he suddenly grabbed the two men's arms and dragged them into the barn: "Come in and talk!"

The barn door groaned with age, and the sunlight was cut into tiny golden threads by the gaps between the wooden boards.

After Locke confirmed that the door was locked, he turned around and said, "Let me tell you something. Don't be afraid!"

Smith patted Locke on the shoulder and said, "We are professionals. We can't be afraid."

"That's good!"

Locke placed his hands on an old wooden box piled with hay. He said in a deep voice, "There really are mutants in the world!"

"."

The barn was suddenly so quiet that you could hear the sound of hay clippings falling to the ground.