American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 31 Kent brat, born evil, I'll deal with you right now!

The sun is still setting.

Locke stood at his door, looking at the open door.

A line of warm yellow light shone through the crack in the door, especially dazzling in the twilight.

But he clearly remembered turning off the lights before going out.

"tsk"

He subconsciously took a half step back, his muscles tensed, and the shadow of Star Platinum loomed behind him.

But the next second, Locke suddenly stopped and looked back at the empty yard——

Forgot.
Dio said he wouldn't be back for dinner tonight, so he's probably at Martha's house.

"."

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly laughed out loud, and his shoulders relaxed:

"Well, it looks like I don't have to protect these two little bastards tonight."

Locke moved his wrist, and the joints made a crisp clicking sound.

If that kid Giorno has traveled back in time, there will definitely be an extra set of knives and forks on the Martha family's table tonight.

But if it is a thief who is not careful.
The corners of his mouth curled up dangerously, and Star Platinum's fingers crackled.

He had been itching to do something recently. Ever since he dealt with the kryptonite monster last time, the farm had been so peaceful that there wasn't even a wild deer causing trouble.

"Let me see who this distinguished guest is."

"boom!"

Locke pushed the door open violently, and the power of Star Platinum caused the door panel to slam against the wall, shaking the window frame and making it buzz.

But the house was quiet, with only the occasional crackling sound of the firewood in the fireplace.

but.
On the table was a half-empty glass of whiskey.

However, Locke was sure that he had cleaned up absolutely cleanly this morning.

After all, Dio has been thinking about these drinks for a long time!
Even on the floor
There was also a trail of muddy footprints extending from the front door into the kitchen.
"Ha~!"

Narrowing his eyes, Locke followed quietly.

Star Platinum hovered beside him, ready to give the uninvited guest a 'warm' hug at any time.

He thought about it, if it was a thief.
Officer Tom of the Smallville Police Department complained a few days ago that the town was too quiet and there wasn't even a speeding driver.

Report a burglary and maybe even get yourself a free whiskey at the bar.

Um.
After all, tomorrow is Payday, and it's also Dio and Clark's eighth birthday.

My old father has worked hard for a year and it’s time for him to relax.

The floor creaked slightly, and Locke silently grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.

"Rustle. Rustle."

Strange noises echoed throughout the living room, and a furry head suddenly popped out of the kitchen—

He was a weathered man in a tattered windbreaker, with half a piece of blueberry pie in his mouth and ham, cheese, fruit, and even a half-finished birthday cake specially made by Martha in his arms, which he had looted from the refrigerator.

His graying temples were stained with cream, and three sausages were skewered on his steel claws, like a human buffet stand.

"My dish!!"

Unable to bear the insult to the vegetables he had worked so hard to grow, Locke didn't even wait to see clearly before Star Platinum's fist smashed over with a sound of breaking through the air.

then
The fist missed.

The opponent leaned back with incredible flexibility, and the sausage drew a perfect parabola in the air.

The man licked the blueberry jam from the corner of his mouth and grinned.

"Hey, old friend, don't underestimate my intuition about the cafeteria's spicy sauce."

"Even though you can't see it, do you think the beatings you've received over the years were in vain?"

"Logan?!"

Locke remained frozen in his position, "How do you know about the spicy sauce in the cafeteria?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he took a breath:
"Wait, you're from the future too?!"

The steel claws retracted, and Logan watched with regret as the cheese slices fell to the ground with a clatter.

but
What is it called?
Is there anything else?
Forget it.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

"Locke!!!"

The food in his arms scattered all over the floor, and Logan suddenly pounced over and hugged Locke's thighs.

His howls shook the chandelier:
"Why did you die so early?!"

There was a glint of water in the werewolf's bloodshot eyes.

"Without you, who will take care of your evil son?!"

Locke: “.”

He looked down at the legendary tough guy Wolverine, who was now rubbing against his overalls like an abandoned large dog, with snot and tears all over his trouser legs.

silence.

Dead silence.

Only the firewood in the fireplace was occasionally emitting sparks, as if mocking this absurd scene.

"Excuse me." Locke finally found his voice, "What happened this time?"

Raising his head, Logan gave a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Do you know what your son did in the future?" His trembling hand reached for the liquor cabinet. "Give me a strong drink first." "That's a limited edition whiskey I bought!" Locke slapped his hand away. "Get to the point!"

"Alright alright."

Logan sighed.

Then he quickly went through it for Locke -

A story about a secret emperor.

"Alas," Locke sighed, "Dio actually..."

"Yeah. You don't know, he turned the entire United States into his kingdom. He even changed the name of my hometown, Canada, to get revenge on me."

"what is it call?"

"Lock Kingdom." Logan wailed.

After another moment of silence, Locke turned silently and walked towards the tool room.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Logan hurriedly got up.

"Looking for the belt."

His voice was terrifyingly calm. "I need to give my rebellious son a little shock."

"it's useless."

Logan rushed over and hugged his waist again.

"Just make sure you don't die, Locke!"

The kitchen fell into an eerie silence.

".so."

Locke slowly squatted down and looked Logan in the eyes, "Are you here to stop me from dying?"

Wolverine's expression suddenly became complicated.

"What about Clark? Why didn't he stop DIO? Could it be..." Locke asked.

"That's why I came to you."

"Because Clark disappeared, we don't even know why he disappeared." Logan shook his head. "Even Martha and Jonathan don't know."

"That's why no one can stop Dio in the future! Not even Martha and Jonathan! The last person we could think of was you!"

"You can't die! This is the best way!"

"So what exactly caused my death?" Locke asked puzzledly, "You have to tell me first."

"It must be before December 1998! Locke!"

"Just after I met you, the first..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and Dio's impatient voice penetrated the door: "Dad! Open the door!"

"Well--!"

Logan's voice suddenly stopped, and his body began to twitch.
"Qiang!"

The steel claws came out uncontrollably.

The tough guy pressed his temples tightly, cold sweat seeped out between his fingers, and his pupils were stained with blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"?!"

Locke's expression tightened.

PT
SD?!
What did this kid Dio do later that gave Wolverine PTSD just from his voice?!

“&%￥$@”

Logan squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, but Locke couldn't hear them at all.

until
He suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes staring straight at the door!

"You inherently evil Kent brat!!" Logan roared in a voice not quite human, "I'm going to kill you right now—!"

"boom!"

The door was opened from the inside by the world. The blond boy remained irritated, but was stunned the moment he saw the living room clearly: "What?"

"Canteen Spicy Sauce!"

"The World!"

Time freezes at this moment.

"I'm sorry, my future friend."

"Let's talk about it when we wake up."

"Eula!"

"Eula!"

"Eula!"

"Ola!" X100
Time resumes its flow.

"what?"

Summoning the world, Dio's vigilant gaze shifted from the messy food on the ground, to the unconscious man, and then to Locke.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But there are still some question marks in my head.

Was he dazzled?

Did this guy just want to kill him?

(End of this chapter)