American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Dio nodded and moved slowly with the team.

but…

Just as he was about to enter the experience cabin, the crowd behind him suddenly became agitated.

Several excited children pushed and shoved forward. Dio frowned and tried to dodge away from the group of kids.

But he hadn't yet set off.

A strong hand suddenly supported his shoulder.

The hand was extremely hot, and even through the clothes, Dio could feel the scorching temperature.

He summoned the world and turned around suddenly, but only saw the back of a burly man leaving.

Wearing an ordinary black jacket with a few dark red lines on the cuffs that looked like they were burned by a branding iron, the man pushed a cart loaded with heavy equipment and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

And the other side.

Locke, who was in charge of tapping the vending machine button while Star Platinum was keeping an eye on Dio, was feeling annoyed.

“Whose machine is this?”

"Don't let me know, I'll be black for life!"

Looking at the machine that was making a clicking sound but refused to release the bottle of soda stuck in the outlet, Locke grumbled softly, his fists poised for impact, clearly ready to give the vending machine a real kick in the pants.

"Sir, do you need help?"

A gentle male voice came from behind, interrupting Locke's golden spirit.

He turned around alertly and saw a middle-aged man in a well-fitting suit looking at him with a smile, and a black-haired boy about twelve years old standing next to him.

"This vending machine belongs to our Wayne Group."

However, before the middle-aged man could finish his words, Locke's expression suddenly changed.

Dior!

Without a word, he turned and ran, not even taking the water. His speed was so fast that he disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The man from Wayne Group was stunned and blinked: "This is really..."

Is our group's name so terrifying that it scares the citizens of the metropolis into running away?!

"Clang!"

The vending machine finally spit out the bottle of water.

"Dad." The boy bent down to pick up the water bottle, his gray-blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Should we catch up?"

"Yes, Bruce."

Ruffling his son's hair, the man smiled and said, "Let's go. At least return the water to that gentleman."

“What if he leaves?”

Bruce asked, tilting his head.

"Then we'll have to put it in the lost and found." The man shrugged and walked with his son in the direction Locke disappeared. "But I have a feeling we'll find him."

-

Standing there, Dio stared at the direction where the man disappeared.

The world was suspended beside him, wary of everything.

The touch of that hot palm still lingered on his shoulder, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Dio!" Locke rushed back breathlessly, with Star Platinum already materializing behind him. "Are you okay?"

"Dad, someone touched me." Dio lowered his voice. "There's something wrong with his hand."

Locke's face turned pale in an instant.

He looked around warily and suddenly noticed a few drops of evaporating dark red liquid on the ground not far away.

Just like what I saw last night in the alley behind the restaurant.

It is clear.

The other party has special abilities and is extremely professional, knowing how to use crowds and disguises to test others.

This was no ordinary stalker.

This is Ola's stalker who is about to be hit hard by himself!

perhaps

Is this the life-or-death crisis that Future Logan mentioned?!

Locke gritted his teeth.

If he was alone, he wouldn't care, but now he has someone around him.

Dior.

He was not afraid of his enemies fighting him openly, but he was afraid of them playing tricks on him secretly.

"Dio, until Dad finishes dealing with things."

"I want to send you to Lionel first." Locke grabbed Dio's wrist, "How about we go now?"

"father!"

Dio was a little dissatisfied.

They said it would be fun for three days!

What's the point of going to Lionel's estate and playing house with the little bald guy in the next few days?

"Dio." Rubbing his temples in distress, Locke said helplessly: "Dad apologized to you, but that guy actually dared to blatantly..."

"Sir, your water."

A familiar middle-aged man interrupted Locke, holding a bottle of soda with a kind smile on his face. Beside him, a boy was looking at Dio curiously.

"Thank you."

Locke took the soda cautiously and summoned the Platinum Star to quickly scan the father and son.

Um.

Ordinary humans.

"Hello, friend. My name is Bruce." The boy suddenly spoke, his eyes falling on the silver coin on Dio's chest. "Your coin is very special."

"."

"Bruce!" the man snapped. "It's ungentlemanly to strike up a conversation casually."

"Sorry, Dad." Bruce said embarrassedly, shrinking back behind the man. "Sorry, sir."

"It's nothing. Thank you for bringing me my water." Locke nodded. "I'm sorry for running away just now."

“The hand that gives a rose to someone will retain its fragrance for a long time.”

The man said casually, then smiled and said, "I am Thomas Wayne."

"I thought you were upset because of the vending machine issue."

"But now it seems"

"You seem to be in a hurry?"

"Then I won't bother you anymore, sir." Thomas stroked the boy's black hair and looked at Locke's tense expression. "Of course."

"If you need help, the Wayne Group's booth is at No. 23, Area B."

Nodding, the man handed Locke a business card, took Bruce's hand and left.

It looks like he's going to hang out in Area D for a while.

Wayne

Too bad now is not the time to make friends, Mr. Thomas.

After staring at the card for a few seconds, Locke stuffed it into his pocket.

"Let's go to Area B."

"Why?" Dio asked in confusion.

"It's marked on the exhibition map," Locke explained, "next to the Wayne Group booth is the special security center organized by the military."

"Let's hang out there for a while. I don't believe that person would fight us in a place like this."

"That's just enough time to contact your Uncle Lionel and have him send someone to pick you up."

Looking at Dio's smile gradually disappearing, Locke sighed:

"Dad promises you"

"After I find someone to take care of this, I'll take you to the Metropolis for a week!"

Chapter 49: Metropolis Part 5: Fleeting Views

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a blood-red hue on the glass dome of the science and technology exhibition.

Gray Gina Hutchinson stood at the entrance of Exhibition Area B, her chestnut curly hair swaying gently in the evening breeze, and her slim-fitting professional suit outlining her graceful curves.

Her hot body attracted the attention of passersby.

But Gray didn't have the time to pay attention to them at the moment. She kept looking down at her watch, muttering to herself:

Why hasn't that gentleman come out yet?

She waited here for quite some time.

"Miss Grey."

A low voice suddenly came from behind, and Gray turned around quickly and saw Locke walking towards her quickly with Dio.

"Lionel should have made it clear to you."

Locke spoke straight to the point, his voice very low. He placed his hand on Dio's shoulder, and the boy looked around vigilantly, his red eyes glowing in the twilight.

"Yes." Gray nodded and quickly got to work. She said solemnly, "We've prepared the transportation!"

"Boom--!"

Just as Gray finished speaking, the sound of rotor blades suddenly tore through the sky.

Three helicopters painted with the Luther Group emblem swooped down like giant eagles, and the strong airflow stirred up a sky full of leaflets.

But the most surprising thing is -

Under the helicopter in the middle, there was a black Lamborghini hanging with a special steel cable!

Lamborghini Diablo!

Diavolo!

That peerless supercar also known as Ghost or Diablo!

The famous Murcielago (Bat) in later generations is its series successor.

Water Method

Looking at the streamlined body reflecting a dizzying luster in the air.

An exhibitor's coffee cup fell to the ground with a clatter.

"boom!"

The entire technology exhibition was instantly boiling.

The TV station's spotlights all turned toward the sky.

The crowd surged in like a tide, but was stopped by a human wall of black-clad security guards who suddenly appeared.

“Oh my god! That’s the Luther Group logo!”

A tech geek in a plaid shirt pushed up his glasses, the energy drink can in his hand deformed by the pressure he put on it.

“They actually airlifted a sports car by helicopter?!”