American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Chapter 65 The Lost Lamb

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This is not over yet!

The figure did not stop and stepped to the side of the van that was stuck in the ravine.

Under Henry's incredulous gaze, Locke leaned down, and his hands, like the most stable hydraulic jacks, firmly supported the cold and heavy chassis of the car!

"Hey!"

A low sound of exertion seemed to come through the wind and snow.

The heavy truck stuck in the mud and snow was actually lifted off the ground!

Just like moving a toy, he easily lifted it out of the ditch and placed it steadily back on the solid road surface on the side of the road!

The whole process was effortless, and the car body didn't even shake violently.

"God."

Old Henry muttered to himself, his legs going limp.

He knelt in the snow and looked at Locke with a dazed look in his eyes. "Are you here to take me away?"

"God won't help you now."

Locke wiped the snow off his face and pulled the old man up. "Quick! While the sheep are still here, make your sheep pen stronger! This broken pen won't hold out for much longer!"

His sharp eyes swept over the simple fence at the entrance of the cave, which was groaning in the strong wind and could fall apart at any time, and then immediately locked onto a thick oak branch broken by the wind and snow and the scattered and tangled barbed wire on the roadside.

Braving the strong wind that could blow people down, the two men began to work hard to reinforce the fence outside the cave in the blizzard.

Locke dragged the heavy tree trunk to the front of the cave with his bare hands and inserted it deep into the frozen soil as a pillar. Then he deftly and powerfully tightened the scattered barbed wire and reinforced it on the tree trunk and the remaining wooden boards.

Henry also tried his best to help pass tools and hold wooden boards.

The two worked closely together in the raging snow and wind until a hastily built but sturdy enough shelter took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sheep pen was finally stable, which made the two men feel a little relieved.

but

A ewe in the flock suddenly began to bleat anxiously.

"What-!"

Its voice was miserable, and it kept banging its head against the newly reinforced fence.

Henry looked in the direction of the voice, a look of bitterness and heartache on his tired face:

"Oh... It's Sarah... Her lamb must have gotten separated in the chaos just now, or was buried in the snow..."

He looked into the depths of the white, all-consuming snowfield with a dim look in his eyes.

"In this weather, I'm afraid..."

"What-!"

A faint, delicate, yet extremely clear sheep cry suddenly came from the wind and snow in the opposite direction of the old man's gaze!

Henry turned his head suddenly!

The turbid eyes suddenly burst into an incredible light!

I saw a figure walking cautiously in the swirling snow fog.

Although the little boy's curly hair and eyebrows were covered with crystal frost, his blue eyes were bright and focused.

The thick coat in his arms tightly wrapped around the small, trembling and struggling thing in his arms.

Half a step behind him, a blond boy followed with a frown. Although his expression still showed a bit of impatience, he was obviously still worried about the leading boy acting alone.

"Little...little Bobby!"

Old Henry burst into tears and staggered forward.

And in his eyes, the two small figures in the wind and snow seemed to have grown white snow wings!

He knelt down and prayed:

“God, you not only save your believers.”

"Have you also brought an angel to bring back your lost lamb?"

-

Back at Locke Farm, where the fire was warming our home, the biting cold was instantly isolated.

The platinum butler's service was impeccable, and he could easily shuttle between the kitchen and the bathroom at an incredible speed.

Boiling hot water began to fill the bathtub, clean thick clothes were neatly stacked on the bathroom shelf, and blankets and steaming ginger tea appeared on the low table in the living room almost the next second.

Under such efficient and thoughtful care, old Henry's limbs, which were frozen purple and stiff, gradually warmed up, his numb sensation recovered, and his face finally faded from the terrifying grayish-white color, revealing a hint of weak blood color.

He was wrapped in a thick wool blanket, sinking deep into the large, comfortable rocking chair by the fireplace, the orange-red firelight dancing and reflecting on his weather-beaten face.

"Thank you...thank you...Mr. Kent and the children..."

The old man's voice was still hoarse.

But the heavy gratitude almost overflowed from his cloudy eyes that were shining with tears.

"You saved my life... and my sheep... That's the only thing my wife left me with..."

As he spoke, his voice choked again.

"Don't say that, Henry."

Locke sat on the chair opposite, waved his hand, and said gently: "Since you moved to Smallwell, we are neighbors. It is natural for neighbors to help each other."

"Are you feeling better now? Are you warming up?"

"The most urgent thing is to contact your family as soon as possible. With such a heavy snowstorm, they must be worried sick."

When talking about his family, the tears in old Henry's eyes were instantly replaced by intense anxiety and guilt.

It was because he insisted on going out to herd sheep today, otherwise

Old Henry sat up straighter, not caring at all that the blanket had slipped off.

"Yes, yes, yes! You're right! Look at my brain!"

He slapped his forehead in frustration and quickly reached for the old-fashioned telephone on the low table next to him.

"Ding~"

The call was connected, and a tired woman's voice soon came from the receiver.

"Hello? This is Moira Sullivan, who are you?"

"It's me, Moira."

Henry's voice was choked with an imperceptible sob.

"Oh my God! Dad!"

The woman on the other end of the phone suddenly raised her voice, filled with anxiety:

"Where are you?! Are you okay?! God bless you! Gabe and Sam are going crazy! They've been driving around in the snow looking for you for almost two hours! The phone call wasn't working! I was about to call the police!" Moira's voice was thick with tears, and it was obvious that the fear that had been suppressed for too long suddenly burst out, "If something happens to you, this Christmas... this Christmas how are we going to spend..."

Her voice was choked and she could hardly speak.

Hearing his daughter-in-law's tearful voice and hearing his relatives braving the snowstorm to look for him, Henry's eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in his wrinkles.

But he held on, trying to make his voice sound steady and strong, not wanting to make his daughter-in-law worry more:

"Don't cry, Moira, dear child, don't cry! Listen to me! I'm fine! I'm fine! Not a single hair is missing! And..." He emphasized his tone, even with a sense of relief at having found something he had lost, "Even our sheep! Not a single one is lost, they are all here! They are all fine! Don't be afraid, child, everything is fine!"

Listening to the crying on the other end of the phone, Henry took a deep breath, as if to inhale the warm air and the sense of security at the moment into his lungs.

His eyes involuntarily raised, passing the leaping fire, and fell on the steady figure on the other side of the fireplace.

The gentle Mr. Kent was stirring the wood with the tongs—

Let the flame burn brighter and warmer.

And the other side.

The curly-haired boy carefully walked over with a cup of steaming cocoa and gently placed it on the low table next to him with a shy smile on his face.

An indescribable warmth surged into the old man's heart.

He made the sign of the cross on his chest, then spoke into the microphone with unprecedented solemnity and an almost devout tone, word for word:

"Because today... God saved me."

The old man said in an extremely serious tone.

"God?!"

Moira exclaimed on the other end of the phone, obviously confused by her father's unusual address.

"Ok!"

Henry nodded vigorously, as if his daughter-in-law on the other end of the phone could see, and his eyes fell warmly on Clark, who was carefully placing the hot cocoa on the low table next to him with a shy smile on his face.

The hot cocoa steam made his nose sore, and the old man's voice unconsciously became softer.

He added with a kind of piety:

"besides…"

"Two 'Mr. Angels'."

Chapter 66 Sam Lane

The next morning.

The blizzard that had raged all night finally ran out of power, leaving behind a world covered in thick, pure and flawless white snow.

The sun shone through the thin clouds and shone on the Kent farm, reflecting a dazzling light.

The air is clear and transparent, and it feels as cool as ice when you inhale it into your lungs.

Last night's violence seemed like a nightmare. Only the huge icicles hanging from the eaves and the fence almost buried in the snow silently told of the white catastrophe.

The sound of a pickup truck engine came from far away, breaking the tranquility of the early morning after the snow.

A dark green military four-wheel drive vehicle covered in muddy snow and a slightly old brown car, like two small boats in a sea of ​​snow, struggled through the knee-deep snow and finally stopped on the almost buried path in front of Kent's house.

The car doors opened almost at the same time, and a group of people rushed down with unconcealable anxiety.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man wearing a neat army uniform with silver stars on his epaulettes.

His face was angular, his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he had the fortitude unique to professional soldiers and a hint of suppressed fatigue.

As soon as he got out of the car, the man's eyes scanned the door of the farmhouse eagerly like a searchlight, and his feet subconsciously rushed forward.

Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open.

Locke and old Henry, wrapped in a thick coat, walked out and happened to meet the eager gaze of the man in military uniform.

In an instant.

Locke's calm eyes shrank slightly, imperceptibly.

When he heard 'Gabe and Sam' on the phone last night, he had thought 'Sam' was a common name and hadn't given it much thought.

But at this moment, the resolute, familiar face that appeared countless times in military news briefings, and the military uniform that symbolized great power and responsibility,

It connected the information together instantly.

Sam Lane.

Lieutenant General of the U.S. Army, Senior Advisor to the Department of Defense, and Clark's father-in-law in countless timelines, of course

No communication with them now.

Um.

Young Locke has not yet learned about the grievances between General Ryan and his good friend Logan.

"You are Mr. Henry's family, right?"