American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 11 Locke: Gentlemen, as you know, I am just an honest farmer.

"Who are these two?" Locke asked as he approached.

"Are you Mr. Locke, the owner of this farm?"

Agent Smith instinctively pulled out his credentials: "Special investigator for the Department of Agriculture, regarding last night's weather satellite crash."

"Ah, that."

Locke nodded, turned around and waved at the two of them, driving away the dissatisfied Dio and the confused Clark.

"Look," he said, flashing the simple, honest smile typical of American farmers. "This satellite suddenly fell into my field, exploded without warning, and then vanished without explanation. I'm terribly worried. I don't even know what evidence I can use to ask you for compensation."

"I didn't expect you to come to my door."

Rubbing his rough palms, a few lines of worry appeared on his Locke-colored face, making him look like a simple farmer who was worried about his livelihood.

"Then why did you tell the children that herbicides were sprayed here?" Van Ke asked puzzledly.

"Speaking of this, sir."

Locke lowered his voice and pointed to the two children who were peeking at the tractor in the distance, "I haven't told the kids about this yet."

"You know, if that satellite really does emit radiation, those two kids will definitely be so greedy that the whole of Kansas will know about it, and then the oats we grow will be..."

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Locke." Van Ke adjusted his glasses. "The radiation level in this area is constantly decreasing. If we had come a few days later, the radiation here might have completely decreased to zero."

"what?!"

"You think you can guarantee safety just by shaking that iron lump a couple of times?" Locke suddenly raised his voice, scaring the nearby chickens so much that they flapped their wings and fled. "My second uncle's nephew grows potatoes in Chernobyl, and now the eggplants growing in his field glow!"

"Can you guarantee that my oats won't glow in the future?"

Agent Smith was spitted all over his face and he wiped it away in embarrassment.

The old agent thought of his cousin in Nebraska, who almost went bankrupt last year because of the unsold genetically modified corn.

He couldn't help but slow down his tone: "Mr. Locke, I understand your concerns."

"understand?"

Locke grabbed Vanke's detector and drew a few mud marks on the screen with his finger. "Then explain to me why this grass looks so dead, like it was struck by lightning?"

"Well, Mr. Locke." Van Ke scratched his head, "Actually, it's because this metal is extremely unstable—"

"Cough cough!"

Smith interrupted with a sudden cough, "Agent Vanke, the material is confidential."

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Until Locke suddenly took off his cowboy hat and pressed it to his chest, his voice trembling.

"Sir, our family depends on these few acres of land for our livelihood."

"You know, I'm just an honest farmer." He pointed to a small hut in the distance with smoke rising from it. "Do you see the barn? I still have five years left to pay off the loan I took out to build it."

The sunlight shone on his slightly red eyes, and even Fan Ke felt a little uncomfortable.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Old Smith recalled the time when his grandfather was forced to sell land by an agricultural company.

Ugh.
How could he not know how miserably these honest and hardworking farmers have been exploited by the agricultural associations in recent years?
"How about this."

The old agent patted Locke on the shoulder and said, "We'll go through the process for you. The compensation will definitely be in place!"

"Mr. Smith!" Van Ke hurriedly stopped him, "This is not in accordance with the procedures."

The old agent glared at his young colleague, then turned to Locke and winked, "We are all farmers' children, Mr. Locke."

"Let this thing rot in the fields and use it as fertilizer."

Ten minutes later, the black Chevrolet drove away from the farm.

Only after it completely disappeared at the end of the country road did Dio slowly walk over.

"Chernobyl?" He imitated his father's crying voice. "Why are our oats glowing?"

"Slap!" Locke slapped his son on the head.

"Stinky boy, who told you to talk to a stranger just now?"
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Inside the Chevrolet:

Vanke listened quietly to the headphones.

The conversation between the father and his two sons came from the monitor

He had just secretly placed a bug in the gap between the tractors while no one was paying attention.

[Dad, can I buy a new game console with the compensation?]

[Buy your head! Go copy Rule 38 of the "Safe Farming Rules" twenty times! Who told you to drive the tractor behind my back again?]

[Clark's idea, he said drive]

[Damn Dio, you're making me take the blame again!]

I just listened quietly to this long series of plain and simple conversations until a sharp electrical noise came from the monitor, followed by a crisp sound of "snap" -

It was obviously accidentally crushed by the wheels.

After suddenly taking off his headphones, Vanke couldn't help rubbing his ears which were hurt by the vibration.

"Damn it!" He slammed his headphones down on the dashboard. "Another budget shortfall."

Driving the Chevrolet with one hand, Old Smith leisurely held his pipe in his mouth and glanced at his colleague's gloomy face through the rearview mirror.

"I told you before, high-tech gadgets don't adapt well to the countryside." He blew out smoke rings. "If you ask me, let's be simple and unpretentious. We should just send someone to keep an eye on them."

"Send who?"

Fan Ke sneered, "Your nephew who works as a bartender? Or my cousin who's obsessed with Japanese anime all day long?"

He counted on his fingers.

"Surveillance requires an allowance, and compensation must come from a special budget, not to mention the possibility of needing to use the 'cleaners'. Oh, and you too."

As if unable to bear Vanke's nagging, Smith suddenly turned the steering wheel and the Chevrolet braked to a stop on the side of the road.

"Hey! Smith, what are you stopping for?"

Van Ke didn't finish his words because the old agent turned around and grabbed his tie, and the sparks from his pipe almost splashed on his face.

"Rookie, farmers are not to be trifled with."

"Look at that guy just now. He seemed to have a good temper, but I could tell he was probably very angry inside."

"If you don't shut him up, do you want that farmer to complain to the relevant department? And then make a big deal out of it and let the higher-ups find out?!" His voice was extremely low, but it carried unquestionable authority. "Fan Ke, I've been in this department for thirty years. I know some things better than anyone else."

"My partners have changed one after another, and I am the only one who stays here."

"You tell me now."

"Do you want to continue complaining about funding, or do you want to survive?"

"I I just."

Looking at Smith, who looked like a lion with his hair and beard standing up, the young agent, who had never seen the old agent so angry before, said with a chuckle, "I want to save some money."

"There's no need to save, our salaries are enough."

Smith restarted the car and his tone returned to its lazy tone. "Use my account and transfer ten thousand dollars to that farmer."

"Okay." Van Ke was speechless.
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Locke breathed a sigh of relief after glancing at the monitor that was thrown under the wheel by Star Platinum.

It is essential to be on guard against others.

I can only say that he is worthy of being called Superman.

He easily discovered details that the two Stand users could not notice.

"Clark, I'll give you a big deer leg tonight." As Dio's teeth clenched in his eyes, Locke ruffled the hair of the curly-haired boy beside him and encouraged him, "You can now discover things that Dio and I can't."

(End of this chapter)