American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Hey!" Vanke bumped into the car window, "Smith."

"Shut up."

"From now on, you are demoted to field assistant. Your salary will be deducted by 70%."

"what?!"

Fan Ke's eyes widened. "That old lunatic just said something and you—"

"This is for your own good, Vank." Smith suddenly interrupted him, "It's been more than thirty years since these people who call themselves mutants appeared."

"You don't know how cruel the organization was at that time."

"Once we discovered the inhuman characteristics of these creatures, we were funded and commissioned to begin the hunt."

"Although these things claim to be from another world, we are more concerned about their genes than this."

"That gene that can give humans super powers!"

"The only regret is—"

“We don’t understand it through research.”

"The organization was temporarily stagnant, and its financial backers all withdrew. Just when we thought the organization was doomed."

"The wolf appeared."

"We discovered him, and we found something in him that distinguishes him from other mutants."

"A very strong metal that was synthesized in some unknown way."

"You mean?" Vanke asked in astonishment, "the ones on the weapons."

"Yes."

Smith said solemnly, "The metal in his body is so powerful that we cannot test its upper limit. Some researchers even believe it is a gift from God. Is it—"

"unlimited!"

"It defies the laws of physics. It's a metal that can be infinitely regenerated!"

"And it was during those four years that we discovered a variety of exotic metals through our research on that metal."

“That’s why it was noticed by the military, recruited by the military, and became a regular organization.”

"The first generation of leaders returned home contentedly to retire, and we stopped hunting mutants and focused on researching metal."

"Then why?" Fan Ke was puzzled. "Why now?"

"Haha." Smith sneered, "If things continue like this, then everything will be fine."

“But the bad news is”

The old man with white hair on his temples looked at the town in the distance.

The outline was vague in his eyes, like...

With flames.

"Soon after the military leader took over, something went wrong. That guy found an opportunity and escaped with the other mutants."

"Do you know why Sam Lane hates mutants?"

"because."

"He was in charge of logistics and security at the time, and his wife was burned to charcoal during that sudden mutant riot."

"Why do you think he worked so hard for so many years to get to this position? Do you know why almost all the special correspondents can contact him directly now?"

"He wants to be the first to know the wolf's location!"

"Almost all mutant criminals born in this country in the past thirty years have been immediately eliminated by our joint military."

"Now the only one left is the wolf that started the mutant riot and caused hundreds of casualties in the town!"

"The wolf he can't catch no matter what!"

"So he applied for a transfer back as soon as he finished his work at the front line—"

"He's going to kill that wolf himself!"

Smith's voice was deafening.

Vanke opened his mouth, but ultimately just leaned back in his seat dejectedly.

"Don't lose heart, Vanke."

Smith sighed and said comfortingly, "Cooperate with me from now on. As long as we find the wolf, we won't suffer any loss."

"Why do you think I'm in such a hurry?"

"Because I know this matter is not only serious, but also my last chance to get promoted and make a fortune, Vanke."

"I'm 60 years old now. Before I retire, I want to give it one last try. My grandson is worried about finding a job."

"I don't want him to go back home and farm, Vanke!"

“Just like. Just like.”

"Just like the farmer on that farm just now." Smith gritted his teeth and spoke his mind. "Just like my parents and grandparents, they've never been exposed to the real world in this life! They've lived their whole lives in a daze on the farm!"

-

at the same time.

the other side.

Locke naturally didn't know about Sam Ryan's affairs.

Even if he knew, he would probably just sigh at the ill-fated fate of Clark's father-in-law, his and Jonathan's future relative, and then continue to stare at the door vigilantly.

because

For some reason, his door was opened again!

Chapter 31: You born evil Kent kid, I’m going to take you away now!

The sun is still setting.

Locke stood at his door, looking at the open door.

A line of warm yellow light shone through the crack in the door, especially dazzling in the twilight.

But he clearly remembered turning off the lights before going out.

"tsk"

He subconsciously took a half step back, his muscles tensed, and the shadow of Star Platinum loomed behind him.

But the next second, Locke suddenly stopped and looked back at the empty yard——

Forgot.

Dio said he wouldn't be back for dinner tonight, so he's probably at Martha's house.

"."

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly laughed out loud, and his shoulders relaxed:

"Well, it looks like I don't have to protect these two little bastards tonight."

Locke moved his wrist, and the joints made a crisp clicking sound.

If that kid Giorno has traveled back in time, there will definitely be an extra set of knives and forks on the Martha family's table tonight.

But if it is a thief who is not careful.

The corners of his mouth curled up dangerously, and Star Platinum's fingers crackled.

He had been itching to do something recently. Ever since he dealt with the kryptonite monster last time, the farm had been so peaceful that there wasn't even a wild deer causing trouble.

"Let me see who this distinguished guest is."

"boom!"

Locke pushed the door open violently, and the power of Star Platinum caused the door panel to slam against the wall, shaking the window frame and making it buzz.

But the house was quiet, with only the occasional crackling sound of the firewood in the fireplace.

but.

On the table was a half-empty glass of whiskey.

However, Locke was sure that he had cleaned up absolutely cleanly this morning.

After all, Dio has been thinking about these drinks for a long time!

Even on the floor

There was also a trail of muddy footprints extending from the front door into the kitchen.

"Ha~!"

Narrowing his eyes, Locke followed quietly.

Star Platinum hovered beside him, ready to give the uninvited guest a 'warm' hug at any time.

He thought about it, if it was a thief.

Officer Tom of the Smallville Police Department complained a few days ago that the town was too quiet and there wasn't even a speeding driver.

Report a burglary and maybe even get yourself a free whiskey at the bar.

Um.

After all, tomorrow is Payday, and it's also Dio and Clark's eighth birthday.

My old father has worked hard for a year and it’s time for him to relax.

The floor creaked slightly, and Locke silently grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.

"Rustle. Rustle."

Strange noises echoed throughout the living room, and a furry head suddenly popped out of the kitchen—

He was a weathered man in a tattered windbreaker, with half a piece of blueberry pie in his mouth and ham, cheese, fruit, and even a half-finished birthday cake specially made by Martha in his arms, which he had looted from the refrigerator.

His graying temples were stained with cream, and three sausages were skewered on his steel claws, like a human buffet stand.

"My dish!!"

Unable to bear the insult to the vegetables he had worked so hard to grow, Locke didn't even wait to see clearly before Star Platinum's fist smashed over with a sound of breaking through the air.

then

The fist missed.

The opponent leaned back with incredible flexibility, and the sausage drew a perfect parabola in the air.

The man licked the blueberry jam from the corner of his mouth and grinned.

"Hey, old friend, don't underestimate my intuition about the cafeteria's spicy sauce."

"Even though you can't see it, do you think the beatings you've received over the years were in vain?"

"Logan?!"

Locke remained frozen in his position, "How do you know about the spicy sauce in the cafeteria?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he took a breath:

"Wait, you're from the future too?!"

The steel claws retracted, and Logan watched with regret as the cheese slices fell to the ground with a clatter.

but

What is it called?

Is there anything else?

Forget it.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

"Locke!!!"