American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

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.

-

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."

Chapter 12 This is your golden spirit! Dio!

Kansas weather is like a moody child.

It was sunny in the morning, but in the evening, the sky became gloomy again like last night.

Thick dark clouds quickly swallowed up the last ray of sunset.

Before long, raindrops began to hit the roof with a crackling sound, like countless pebbles falling from the sky, making people feel upset.

Standing in front of the window, Locke answered the phone.

"Locke, the rain came so suddenly that we are stuck in the small town. The road conditions are so bad that we may not be able to go back tonight. Clark, I'm sorry to trouble you again." Martha's tone on the other end of the phone was apologetic.

"Oh, Martha! Look what I found here! It's free shampoo!"

And Jonathan's small voice rippled over the phone line.

Locke couldn't help but laugh, and then said gently:

"Why should we be so polite to each other?"

"Hasn't Clark always been on the same level as Dio in my place? Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

"I'm too polite." Martha on the other end of the phone also smiled. "Then wait until we get back, and then treat your family to a big meal to thank you."

"Okay, I'll remember that."

After responding half-jokingly, Locke said goodbye and hung up the phone.

but

He turned to look at the dining table, but the scene in front of him made him hold his forehead.

Dio was staring at the huge deer leg on Clark's plate with gritted teeth. Two small flames seemed to be burning in his ruby-like eyes, and even his golden bangs seemed to tremble slightly with anger.

Clark seemed oblivious to this and continued to eat, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster and greasy sauce stained the corners of his mouth.

For him, a little superman who usually eats all-you-can-eat staple foods, this is a rare feast.

"Dio," Locke said helplessly, "Isn't your venison leg right there? Why are you always staring at Clark?"

Dio turned his head abruptly, and the expression on his face instantly changed from gnashing his teeth to innocent grievance.

"Dad, that's a deer leg!"

Locke glanced at Dio's plate. Indeed, Clark's venison leg was a special reward from him, so the portion was particularly large, almost occupying half of the dining table.

Although Dior's is not small, it looks a bit "shabby" in comparison.

"You spoke to a stranger without permission today." Locke couldn't help laughing. "And who told you to drive the tractor secretly today? This is your punishment."

"Besides, you can't finish a deer leg even if I give you one."

"I..." Dio's face suddenly fell, and he muttered, "But Clark also opened it."

"At least Clark didn't drive you into a mud pit and then happily eat blueberry pie on the side." Locke raised his eyebrows.

Choked and speechless, Dio could only choose to poke the venison shoulder on his plate angrily, as if he mistook it for Clark's head.

"Five points full."

Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, Clark raised his head from the half-eaten deer leg.

He needed to rest for a while; his cheeks felt a little tired from eating any more.

"Huh?" Clark glanced at Dio, who was eating meat but not eating it, his blue eyes full of confusion: "Dio, why don't you eat? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Asshole." Dio snorted coldly and turned his face away: "What do you care!"

Scratching his head, Clark had no idea how he had offended his younger brother.

But he still hesitated for a moment, then suddenly cut off a large piece of meat with a fork and handed it to Dio.

"Would you like to try mine? It's really delicious!"

Dio was stunned. He stared at the shiny piece of venison, then looked up at Clark's sincere eyes, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

But in the end, he still awkwardly took the meat fork, muttering:

"Fool."

?

Locke's expression suddenly changed, and he keenly captured this rare moment.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and then he turned and walked towards the kitchen, taking out a plate of freshly baked blueberry pie from the oven.

The rich sweet fragrance instantly filled the entire room, immediately attracting the attention of the two children.

"Okay, after the venison leg, there's dessert."

Locke placed the blueberry pie in the middle of the dining table and said with a smile, "But no one is allowed to grab it this time. Each of us has half."

Nodding, Dio and Clark reached out for the blueberry pie, eager to put it in their mouths.

"Cough cough."

Slowly sitting down at the head of the table, Locke looked at Dio gently, coughed, and drew the children's attention to himself again.

"Dior."

"What's wrong? Dad."

"When you faced that robot monster last night, you could have escaped on your own. Why did you end up standing in front of Clark?"

Blueberry Pie stopped in mid-air, and Dio's red pupils shrank slightly, as if his secret thoughts had been discovered.

He even subconsciously glanced at Clark and found that the other party was also looking at him curiously with his clear blue eyes.

"I"

Dio's throat moved, as if he wanted to refute, but he swallowed the words back at his lips.

He gritted his teeth and finally snorted coldly:

"Who's standing in front of him? I just happened to be standing there!"

Locke raised his eyebrows, but did not expose his stubbornness. Instead, he continued to guide him:

"Really? But I remember you yelling—'Clark, run!' Right?"

"?"

Did I shout?

Dio was stunned.

"Really, Dio? You were protecting me at that time?" Clark's eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at Clark's grateful face and then at Locke's encouraging eyes.

Since my dad said so, I will definitely do it.

"Of course." Dio nodded, his blond hair puffing up slightly. "But I just think that if you were killed by that robot, Dad, Uncle Jonathan, and Aunt Martha would definitely be sad!"

Locke couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and rubbed Dio's head, his tone gentle but firm, "Dio, do you know? True courage isn't the absence of fear, but choosing to do the right thing even when you're afraid."

"Fear is an instinctive reaction in living things when faced with danger. It can cause people to lose their minds and flee in panic."

"And your choice last night proved that you are stronger than you think. It is enough to help you overcome your fear."

"Dio, this is your spirit, your spirit that shines like gold."

The star birthmark on his shoulder felt slightly hot, and Dio was stunned. It was as if for the first time someone had seen through some of his idiosyncrasies that he himself hadn't even realized.

He lowered his head, a rare gesture, without refutation. After a long pause, he managed to mutter, "You're a bit long-winded, Dad."

"Clark, tell me, how should we reward Dio for wanting to save you?"

"Of course." Clark stood up and hugged Dio, his voice full of emotion. "Thank you, Dio! You are indeed my best brother!"

Clark, when did you discuss the script with me?

Looking at this scene, Locke's smile deepened.

He casually pulled out a huge object wrapped in tinfoil from under the table, which he had just asked Star Platinum to quickly process and wake up the meat.

"A hug may be enough, but material rewards are more important."

Locke took it out and unwrapped the tin foil, revealing a huge steak inside.