American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 10 Dior: I was terrified! I thought they were coming to ask for money.

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

A gentle breeze rippled through the air, creating waves of light. Several speckled chickens pecked leisurely at their food in front of the barn, while a farm windmill turned slowly in the distance, casting regular 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.

"so good"

He squinted his eyes at the endless waves of wheat. "This reminds me of my farm back home in Nebraska."

"That's the smell of ripe corn there, my father always said."

"Mr. Smith."

"That thing probably exploded here." Fan Ke rolled his eyes at the old man and said speechlessly, "Every breath of air you breathe may contain toxins."

The old agent's expression froze instantly.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

He coughed violently, nearly coughing out his lungs. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. After a long while, he finally recovered and said, "Is this the place?"

"Yes, very close." Vanke held a brick and shook it left and right, "The exact location is not clear."

"Hey, old man, where are you going?"

"Young man, this is the first lesson I'm going to teach you." Smith grumbled as he walked forward. "Sometimes you shouldn't trust machines too much. On-site visits are the most authoritative."

"Why don't we just ask the simple farmer?"

Van Ke was stunned for a moment, then he realized that there was a huge shadow looming in the distance.

That appears to be a rusty tractor?
The roar came from far away, and the smell of diesel seemed to be mixed with the sweet aroma of blueberry pie.

Leaning forward, the two agents were about to say hello, but when they saw the figure in the driver's seat, they were both stunned.
The sunlight passed through the boy's dazzling golden hair, casting a small shadow under his eyelashes, making his red eyes look very strange.

One hand was casually placed on the steering wheel, while the other hand was pinching the source of the fragrance they smelled.

It was a blueberry pie, but most of it was already eaten.

To be honest, if you don't look at its mount, just look at its posture
It's like driving a luxury sports car.

A curly-haired boy with mud all over his face was standing in the truck bed, trying to catch a flying butterfly with his muddy hands.

His plaid shirt was covered in mud and looked like he had rolled in a cement block.

This is what rural children should be like.

"It really looks like when I was young." Agent Smith nodded and said with emotion, "I drove a Ferrari F on the West Coast back then."

"Old man, is this the point?" Fan Ke said helplessly, "Kansas now allows minors to drive farm machinery?"

"Under Section 17 of the Federal Agricultural Safety Regulations."

"That's not the point. We came here to recycle that thing." The old agent rolled his eyes, but suddenly grinned. "But seriously, when I was eight years old, I stole my grandfather's harvester and, tsk tsk, I almost flattened half of the cornfield—"

"Mr Smith!"

Vanke interrupted unbearably, "Please carry out your field visit!"

"Vanke, I hope you can use this enthusiasm on girls."

The old agent adjusted his tie sullenly, then walked towards the tractor with his kindest smile on his face.

"Good morning, kids! It rained really hard yesterday, didn't it?" The tractor screeched to a halt.

Dio slowly licked the jam off his fingertips, his red eyes narrowing slightly.

These guys in expensive suits appeared on the country roads, looking as out of place as hyenas in a chicken coop.

My father once said that when he was young, there was a period of time when he was embarrassed by these people in black suits.

Are you here to ask for money again?

Calling the world behind him, Dio is always ready.
"A weather satellite crashed in a thunderstorm near us. Did you see it?"

Dio's expression relaxed.

It turns out it’s about the robots.

He was so scared that he thought someone was here to ask for money.

"Not much, Grandpa," he shrugged. "Only the thunder yesterday kept the pigs awake."

"?"

Clark in the truck bed blinked in confusion.

They had clearly slept soundly last night after eating venison, and everyone in Smallville knew that Locke Farm didn't raise any.
"Sigh~"

Clark took a breath, and then suddenly covered his calf. He felt something kicked him.

Agent Smith, who didn't notice these little movements and thought the curly-haired boy had a cramp, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

He continued to ask, "It's just a few large pieces of metal fragments, maybe. Are there any traces of them near our farm?"

"Satellite?" Dio tilted his head with an innocent expression. "Is it the one in space?"

"No, maybe a little smaller," the old agent gestured, "there's a little silver light outside."

"I don't remember that. Why don't you go ask other farms?"

"."

Hearing this, the old agent frowned doubtfully and was about to continue asking questions, but Vank next to him suddenly raised the detector, and the radiation value on the screen was slowly rising.

He walked quickly towards a patch of black weeds on the roadside: "Smith! The soil here..."

"Hey! You can't go that way!"

Dio suddenly jumped off the tractor.

His movements were so fast that even Vank didn't see how he moved before the blond boy was already blocking the detector.

"My dad said the field had just been sprayed with herbicides."

"Really?" Vanke narrowed his eyes. "What brand of herbicide would cause radioactive burn marks on plants?"

The air freezes.

Clark stood bewildered in the bed, dirt clumps falling from between his fingers.

Dio stubbornly stood in front, his stand's fists clenched tightly.

At this critical moment——

"children!"

A deep male voice came from deep in the wheat field. It was Locke who appeared at the end of the path carrying two bags of fertilizer.

Very high
This was the two agents' first impression of Mr. Locke.

At least 190, right?

Vanke swallowed.

This guy, with such a big physique, instead of making a name for himself on the basketball court in Kansas, why is he being a farmer here?
(End of this chapter)