American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Chapter 9 Weapon X! Reaper 9

Facing the oncoming metal whip, Dio subconsciously summoned the world, but before the world could take a defensive posture, a purple afterimage flashed quickly from the edge of his vision.

"This is.?!"

The metal solidified less than ten centimeters from his eyes.

because…

“Ola Ola Ola Ola——!!!”

The purple giant roared and turned his fist into countless afterimages!

It was so fast that it was beyond Dio's understanding of his Stand.

Is this the full strength of the father?

Dio was dazzled.

In his eyes, every punch was like a star shattering!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The metal giant's body shattered into pieces like fragile glass.

The liquid metal tried to reorganize, but was shattered into pieces by the absolute force.

Dio could even see the silver particles slowly spreading in the air, like slow-released fireworks.

"Dio-chan-!"

Clark's shouting stopped abruptly.

In his sight, the originally ferocious metal monster suddenly disintegrated, and tens of thousands of metal fragments exploded in the rain, like a sudden silver storm!

Even though his eyesight could clearly capture the trajectory of each fragment's movement, he still couldn't understand what was happening.

The enemy that was still baring its fangs and claws in the previous second turned into a cloud of metal debris in the next second.

"Fa, what happened?"

There were drops of water hanging on his eyelashes, and Clark's eyes were full of confusion.

He turned to look at Dio: "You did this?"

He was obviously still upset about the punch Dio had given him earlier.

Dio didn't answer.

He just stared ahead, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

Deep in the rain, the man in muddy overalls was putting away his hunting rifle as if nothing had happened.

But he saw it.

The purple shadow standing behind my father, like a god of war.

Star Platinum slowly turned his head, gave Dio an imperceptible nod, and then disappeared into the rain.

Just like a lion king showing his hunting skills to his cubs.

Humph, stupid Clark, you can't even see this.

Dio pushed Clark next to him with a look of disgust.

Ignoring the silly boys behind him for the moment, Locke squatted down and looked at the silver fragments on the ground that were being washed away by the rain.

He used the barrel of his shotgun to push aside several larger pieces of metal debris.

On the inside of a piece of armor that hadn't completely melted yet, he saw a line of clearly visible laser-engraved code:

WEAPON X - REAPER-9

Weapon X - Reaper 9.

The rain flowed down Locke's neck and into his collar, making him feel icy cold.

He was all too familiar with this sign.

Not as a Kansas farmer, but as the memory of the American comics fan before the time travel.

Wolverine, Captain America, and even Deadpool, these characters in comics are all famous, right?

But few people know

They are all products of the mutant experiment program 'Weapon X'.

Weapon X actually exists in this world.

But clearly in my own impression is——

There is no Stark in this world, and no Captain America.

Except for a few beings called mutants, elements of the Marvel world are almost non-existent in this world.

Squinting his eyes, Locke looked at a few drops of liquid metal that were wriggling in the mud. They were now in contact with the rain, making a strange sizzling sound and then began to melt.

He thought of a term:

Adamantium Allotrope——

This is a replica developed to imitate the original Adamantium alloy.

Although it can have similar strength for a short period of time, it will continue to release radioactive toxins, eventually melting the host into a pool of waste liquid. In the comics, this material most often appears in the suicide weapons of the Mutant Suicide Squad.

So obviously...

The truth behind Reaper Nine's presence here has been revealed; it's clear he's an escaped test subject implanted with a kill command.

No wonder it moves forward without any rationality, attacking living things everywhere.

I really don't know how this guy got here.

“Ka-!”

Locke's boot sole crushed the last of the metal.

The silver liquid seeped into the soil, causing the surrounding weeds to wither and turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he didn't care.

After all, it's Weapon X.

I am actually involved with this thing now.

You know, maybe it will attract Weapon X's hunting team, or even more likely some.

Locke laughed out loud.

He stood up and slung the shotgun over his shoulder.

What does that have to do with him?

He wiped the rain off his face roughly.

What mutant weapons plan, what adamantium, what do they have to do with him, a Kansas farmer?

The oats have to be harvested tomorrow morning, Jonathan's bull is due for breeding next week, and Dio and Clark haven't finished their summer homework yet. These are the realities.

"dad!"

Dio called from behind, his golden hair sticking to his forehead wetly.

The boy's face was filled with deliberate innocence, but the curiosity deep in his red eyes could not be hidden at all.

Locke was all too familiar with that look.

This was what Dio did every time he secretly flipped through his private stash of Playboy.

"Come here," he turned and called to the two curious boys, pointing to a nearby wheat field where a wild deer lay, its belly ripped open. "Take that deer back."

"You can have an extra meal in the evening."

Clark was still confused: "But that robot..."

“Rusted and scrapped.”

“But it suddenly

"It's in disrepair, Clark. You know, some metals corrode and disappear as they age."

"???"

Dio laughed out loud. He let his father lead him and Clark forward, and then suddenly whispered, "I'm not that stupid big guy like Clark."

Locke's hand stiffened slightly.

"You little brat," he lowered his voice and grabbed Dio by the back of his collar, "I haven't settled the score with you for sneaking over here yet."

"Go back and copy the Safe Farm Rules ten times!"

"???"

In the depressed eyes of the two silly boys carrying the wild deer.

The roar of the tractor engine came from far away, and Locke drove the steel behemoth towards him.

After placing the wild deer on the back of the tractor, he stuffed Dio and Clark into the vehicle, one in each hand.

"Uncle Locke, I still think so."

"Clark."

Locke suddenly asked, "Why is there one detonator missing from the third beam I hid in the barn?"

"Dio did it."

"Shut up, idiot! You promised not to tell!"

"Dio, I'm sorry. I don't want to copy the Safe Farming Rules anymore."

"Clark, you bastard!"

In the heavy rain, the tractor drove towards the farm crookedly amid the quarrel between the two men.

No one noticed that the silver liquid that seeped into the soil kept wandering and spreading until it locked onto a direction and squirmed like a living thing, leaving behind a faint fluorescent trace before disappearing into nothingness; no one noticed that an ordinary farmer easily dealt with a robot, thus preventing the town of Smallville from a bloodbath due to the poor performance of the collection team.

but

Farther on the interstate, a black Chevrolet cut through the rain, its radar locked onto a fading energy signature.

"Damn it, how could you lose track of that guy?!"

"That guy is too unstable. He's a Reaper! Who would dare to attack him before the follow-up weapons arrive?! We are not mutant criminals! And he might have exploded by now! Otherwise, why did the signal disappear on this farm? Tell me! Could it be that the farmers took care of him, Agent Smith?"

"Hey! You bastard. I'm telling you, don't underestimate farmers!"

Several people in the car were also arguing.

Chapter 10 Dio: I was so scared, I thought he was asking for money

The rising sun shattered the darkness and dyed the wheat fields a honey-like color.

A breeze blew by, creating layers of waves. A few chickens were pecking at their food leisurely in front of the barn. The farm windmill not far away turned slowly, casting regular light and shadows.

It looked like a perfectly ordinary summer morning.

until

A black Chevrolet rolled across the muddy country road, breaking the tranquility like a stain in an oil painting.

"Oh my God! This damn road!"

The front door suddenly flew open, and the shiny Oxford shoes stepped into a puddle of mud as soon as they landed.

"Have all the taxpayers' money been used by local officials to feed pigs?" The young agent with a slicked-back hair looked grimly at his $800 worth of custom-made trousers splattered with mud. "My pants! Damn bastard, don't let me know who the official in charge of this place is, or I'll kick his ass with Grandpa Tom's boots!"

"Can you be quiet for a moment, Vanke?"

Getting out of the passenger seat, Agent Smith, with graying hair on his temples, took off his sunglasses and took a deep breath.