American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"You may not believe this, but you broke into my house by yourself."

"Ah."

With a cold laugh, the steel claws unconsciously extended half an inch:

"Farmer, you're taking me for a fool, aren't you?"

He gestured to his muddy boots, "My last memory is hunting a gang of human traffickers in the woods of the next state!"

"is it?"

Without intending to refute, Locke simply gestured

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Ok?

Frowning, although somewhat dissatisfied, Logan still chose to follow.

Just think of it as "meeting an old friend in a foreign land" and reminisce with the pretending fellow villager.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, the two came to the living room one after another, and then Locke squatted down and turned on the video equipment under the TV cabinet.

The old cathode ray tube TV flickered a few times and began playing the living room surveillance.

Uncle Tom's peg leg

Why would a 20th-century farmer like you install surveillance cameras in your home?!

But before Logan could even sneer, he frowned and stared at the video playing at four times the speed in front of him:

The screen flickered, and I saw myself stumbling into the door from nowhere.

I stretched myself and felt like I was back home.

He poured some wine and then went to the kitchen with ease, bringing out various foods. When Locke appeared, he happily threw away the food and rushed over excitedly.

then

Hugging each other's thighs and bursting into tears? !

“What the f”

The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and Logan's eyes widened unconsciously.

His memory told him that this might have been generated by AI.

But reason told him that it was not even the 21st century yet.

He swallowed and continued to look at the TV that was playing.

The self in the picture even kept shouting:

Locke, you can't die!

Ahhhhh!

Born evil Kent kid, I'm gonna take you—

He fell to the ground inexplicably and fainted.

In just ten minutes, Logan's expression went from shock to confusion and finally to deep self-doubt.

He touched his face tremblingly, as if to confirm whether this was a nightmare.

“I actually did that to a child.”

His voice was dry. "PTSD?"

How could Logan not see what kind of situation he was in?

Patting his shoulder sympathetically, Locke sighed: "It's all my fault for not raising my son well. I'm sorry, Luo."

"enough!"

Logan stood up suddenly, and his steel claws unconsciously stretched out to poke three holes in the armrest of the sofa.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to change the subject:

"Putting that aside, shouldn't we talk about the crisis that guy from the future mentioned?"

"Because you died, your kid was left unattended and turned the world upside down?!"

"Yes."

Locke nodded heavily, "The future you said I might die before 1999."

He pointed to the frozen frame on the surveillance video of Wolverine crying bitterly.

“And then you become like that.”

Logan stood up suddenly and began to pace back and forth in the living room, his steel boots making heavy sounds on the floor.

"F**! How did I get involved in this again!"

He scratched his hair angrily:

"Last time it was that Purple Potato Tyrant, this time it's the Future Tyrant. Am I a fucking babysitter?!"

Can.

When Logan caught a glimpse of his own collapsed appearance on the surveillance screen, he trembled all over!

No.

Absolutely not!

That kind of embarrassing scene must never happen again!

What on earth did my future self go through to become like that?!

Just thinking about it is scary.

You should know that even though I was imprisoned and experimented on many times, I never developed PTSD!

He thought to himself with gritted teeth, then stopped and looked at Locke with complicated eyes.

This farmer

My future self seems to have a good relationship with him?

And it’s so good that I can cry and hug my thighs?

Logan's mouth twitched as he tried hard to get that image out of his mind.

"Never mind." He rubbed his temple irritably. "Just think of it as protecting a friend."

Taking a deep breath, Logan suddenly turned around and pointed at Locke's nose and said:

"Okay! I've decided!"

"I'll live here and watch over you from now on!"

"No."

Locke flatly rejected it.

Logan was stunned: "Huh? Why?!"

"Because you're a ticking time bomb." Locke pointed to the dark night outside the window. "The people from that organization just came this afternoon. They're probably searching all over Kansas for you right now. I can't keep you around like this."

"You in the future are very clear. It is October 1997 now, and my death date is before December 1998."

"And no matter what, I'm the only one who died. Dio Clarke, Martha Jonathan, and they will all be safe."

"But if you are involved, and that organization finds out..."

"I'm sorry, Logan. Thank you for your kindness, my future best friend."

“But I don’t want my family to get hurt.”

Logan's expression froze.

"."

He slowly raised his hand and scratched his head in frustration.

Damn, I totally forgot about this!

"That bastard." Logan gritted his teeth. "I had forgotten that department had a global wanted notice for me."

Chapter 34 Logan: You are such a good friend of mine! Locke!

"So be it."

Logan scratched his messy hair and turned to walk towards the door.

"If you're in trouble, go to the post office and send a letter to Metropolitan Brooklyn Avenue, 114-51-4, and someone will give it to me."

Steel boots thudded against the wooden floor. Logan opened the door, still mumbling, "But it's almost the 21st century, Locke. You should go buy a keypad phone. Do you have to wait until the smartphone era?"

"Ah."

Locke leaned against the door frame with his arms folded.

"If I really bought you a cell phone, would you be able to receive messages if you're a primitive person who can't even use an induction cooker?"

Logan walked onto the porch and shrugged, the moonlight giving his back a silver edge.

"Who knows."

He reached out and pushed open the door, and the night wind brought the fragrance of wheat to his face.

"Let's go, Locke."

As soon as the words fell, Logan blended into the night like last time, disappearing like a lone wolf.

Locke sighed.

Last time, because he was not familiar with it, he could watch it disappear naturally.

but.

This time it's a future friend

After silently complaining that he was becoming more and more as soft-hearted as Martha, Locke shouted.

"stop."

Logan paused.

"Tomorrow is Dio and Clark's birthday party."

He could hear a hint of helplessness in Locke's voice.

"Let's finish the event before we leave."

In the moonlight, Logan's mouth curled up into an exaggerated arc, but he quickly suppressed it.

He turned and walked back to the living room, throwing himself heavily onto the sofa, his military boots casually placed on the coffee table:

"Good night, farmer."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening snoring sound began.

"."

The vein on Locke's forehead twitched.

"Why is this guy so familiar?"

He muttered and complained quietly, "Can you please give back the cool Logan from before, asshole!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Locke turned off the lights in the living room and walked towards the second floor.

The wooden stairs creaked slightly, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After a while.

In the darkness, Logan, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

The steel claws popped out silently, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Logan, ah Logan"

He looked up at the ceiling and said to himself, "How could you be so depraved?"