American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Uh"

"Mr. Locke, please stop joking." Van Ke said embarrassedly.

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

Locke suddenly raised his voice, gesticulating excitedly: "That rainy night, there was a man with steel claws extending from his hands!"

"It was a loud bang with something!"

"The next morning."

His voice suddenly trembled. "My wheat fields look like they were plowed by a tornado, and the fences are all turned to scrap metal."

Vanke didn't care, but Smith's breathing became noticeably faster.

"Mr. Locke."

"Are you sure you're talking about a man whose hands can extend steel claws?!"

The old agent's voice suddenly rose.

Startled by this sudden reaction, Locke nodded subconsciously:

"Absolutely true!"

“I recorded a video!”

He quickly turned around and took out the Casio QV-10 he had purchased two years ago.

It is said to be the world's first digital camera with a built-in LCD screen.

The three of them gathered together and saw the cold gleam of metal claws flashing in the blurry image of the barn.

And

"F*ck, F*uck"

Such intermittent cursing.

This familiar voice

It's him!

it's him!

Smith will never forget the werewolf who was tied to the operating table and fucked his mother all day long!

"Damn it!"

He slammed his thigh hard, turned around and grabbed Vanke's tie, who was still in a daze, and snatched Locke's camera.

"Go! Now!"

"Um, my camera."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke!" Smith shouted without turning his head, his voice intermittent due to running, "We have an emergency!"

“Need a camera!”

"Just think of it as a departmental requisition. We'll compensate you three times the camera's value. You can check it at the town bank in a couple of days."

"My Armani! Smith, you tore my clothes!"

"Shut up!"

Throwing Vank onto the seat, Smith went to the car and stepped on the accelerator. The Chevrolet made a dying roar and a large cloud of black smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe.

The tires spun wildly in the mud, and the mud thrown out added several artistic creations on the exterior wall of the barn.

Standing in the flying dust, Locke watched the two of them go away.

He chuckled, he didn't expect these two people to react so strongly.

I thought there would be more fuss.

"Dad." Dio, who had returned home at some point, leaned against the doorframe in the shadow of the eaves behind him. "Your performance just now was so exaggerated that it made me want to vomit."

"Each each other."

Pulling Dio over, Locke pinched his face and said, "The last time you pretended to be sick to skip class, you coughed so hard that it felt like you were going to cough up your lungs."

-

The Chevy jolted like crazy on the country dirt road.

Vanke held on to the roof railing tightly, and his suit was wrinkled in funny shapes by the seat belt.

"Smith! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Fan Ke roared, "Driving 80 miles per hour on this rotten road?! The tires are about to fly off!"

Smith turned a deaf ear to him, the steering wheel almost crushed in his hands, his knuckles white: "Shut up, Vanke."

"What happened to that mutant?! We haven't figured out the details about the Reapers yet!" Vanke's eyes widened. "That Locke guy is obviously lying!"

"It has nothing to do with the Reapers now!" Smith roared.

"It's the mutant that matters! The mutant!"

He slammed the steering wheel, making the Chevrolet scream along the country road.

Vanke was stunned by the shouting, then sneered: "Isn't he just a mutant? He helped us get rid of the experimental machine, isn't that a good thing? Otherwise, we wouldn't have waited until now to come here."

He spread his hands.

"Honestly, when I first saw that energy fluctuation and then it instantly died down, I thought it was just a satellite problem. Plus, there hasn't been any news from your cousin who was monitoring the farm since."

"There's also organizational reform. I was so busy that I almost forgot about it! If you hadn't suddenly suggested a return visit today, I wouldn't have mentioned it to you!"

Vanke rolled his eyes. "And yet you're so scared of mutants."

"Isn't he just a mutant?"

Smith suddenly sneered, his voice terribly low, "Isn't he just a mutant? Vanke, he's not an ordinary mutant!"

"He's a mutant who can extend steel claws from his body!"

Vank was stunned: "So? Mutants have all sorts of strange abilities, and there are plenty of them with claws!"

"Did you not read the fucking file?!"

Smith slammed on the brakes, and the tires left two hideous marks in the mud.

He pulled off his sunglasses, his eyes bloodshot. "Wolverine! The most important experimental subject since the establishment of our project!"

"Even if we only studied half of the metals on him, we would benefit greatly. Otherwise, why do you think the military values ​​us so much?!"

Smith gritted his teeth, whipped out his cell phone, and dialed a number, his fingers almost poking through the keys.

As soon as the call was connected, he started cursing:

"F*K! How could you possibly look at the farm I told you to look at?! Asshole!"

"Uncle," a lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Then it's a small, shabby farm. I'll look after it for a few days and then leave if I don't find anything."

"gone?!"

Smith's voice almost blew the roof off the car. "I want you to be monitored 24 hours a day! 24 hours!"

"Come on, that place doesn't even have an internet connection. I'm going crazy after being there for three days."

"F*k! You're fired!"

Smith hung up the phone angrily, his chest heaving violently.

With a laugh, Van Ke originally wanted to taunt—

"I told you your relatives are unreliable."

But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

Because Smith's expression was already terrifyingly gloomy, like a lion about to explode in anger.

The air in the car froze.

After a few seconds, Vanke spoke cautiously: "So what should we do now?"

Smith took a deep breath and dialed another number.

"Smith?"

There was a question on the other end of the phone.

"General Ryan."

Smith's voice was unusually tense, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. "Kansas may have found traces of Logan."

"you"

There was a suppressed, heavy breathing sound from the other end of the phone.

Fan Ke on the side swallowed his saliva.

He had never seen Smith contact the iron-blooded general directly.

Sam Lane.

General Ryan.

This man, who had been parachuted in for only a few months, had single-handedly reshaped the entire organizational system.

Even his ruthless approach to dealing with mutant crimes was so terrifying compared to the previous person in charge that Vanke thought several times about whether to run away and go home.

He was always afraid that the other party would keep killing, and in the end, everyone who had anything to do with mutants would be killed!

None of their Mutant Criminal Countermeasures Team can escape.

Therefore, most of the correspondents in the organization did not dare to call him directly even if they had his phone number. Most of them called his secretary assistant.

Afraid that he would remember his name.

"Yes, General, that's right."

I told the person on the other end of the phone the whole story in a disjointed manner, feeling the silence coming from the other end.

After taking a few deep breaths, Smith felt a lot of pressure at this moment!

"Are you sure? Is it really him?"

The general was silent for a long time. When Fan Ke felt a chill on his back, he asked again, "Tell me the exact location again."

"Kansas!"

Smith spoke rapidly, "Thanks to advances in technology, we not only have video footage, but also eyewitness accounts."

"Then organize action immediately!"

The man on the other end of the phone suddenly shouted, making the car speakers buzz.

"I'll search all of Central America to find that damn mutant!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, filled with deep hatred.

Fan Ke covered his mouth tightly, too frightened to even breathe.

"clear."

Smith's Adam's apple rolled. "But does the farmer who witnessed the incident need to be dealt with according to standard procedures?"

"Smith!"

The roar was accompanied by some sound of metal deforming, perhaps crushing the coffee cup?

"I think you've become stupid living by the old rules! Now I'm in charge of you!"

The water droplets on the car windows began to vibrate, as if even the creations of nature were afraid of the sound.

"Killing people to silence them is a cowardly act to cover up incompetence!"

"I reluctantly let you off the hook for losing your 'weapon' earlier because you offered to compensate the farmer $10,000 and the 'weapon' dissolved on its own." Each of his words shot out like a bullet. "But now tell me, did that 'weapon' resurrect, or were our people protected by those damned mutants?!"

"I think the people who really need to be dealt with are that negligent Fan Ke beside you! And your useless nephew!"

Vanke felt like he was finished.

The busy tone of the phone being hung up echoed in the car like a death knell.

Smith suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, and the tires screeched as they scraped against the edge of the road.