American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

The Luther family business tycoon is reassessing the situation.

Taking a sip of coffee, Lionel felt refreshed by the rich bitterness.

Damn it

He didn't even think of it.

To know…

Today, 30 to 40 percent of the Luther Group's business is located in town banks in various agricultural states.

And at this moment they

The transformation to the science and technology military industry is not even half complete.

If small farmers start going bankrupt, it will trigger a butterfly effect.

“I will re-evaluate some of the proposals.”

After letting out a breath, Lionel's eyes brightened. He put down his coffee cup and turned to look at Locke.

"Mr. Locke."

There was a rare sincerity in his voice.

"My invitation is valid forever. I sincerely hope to build a more magnificent empire with you!"

"puff!"

On the other side, Jonathan, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, couldn't help but sprayed coffee all over the window when he heard this.

He looked at Lionel in disbelief.

It seemed as if he wanted to confirm whether he was awake.

After all, when Locke was 19 years old, he borrowed 800 US dollars from me, saying that he wanted to go out and make a living.

After being scolded by himself, he not only refused to admit defeat, but also secretly went to Martha to ask for eight hundred dollars.

结果

Finally, he begged all the way back to Smallville from Metropolis, if it weren't for the lucky old Bob next door who recognized this kid on the highway at the gate of Gotham City.

This guy should starve to death on the road.

He ignored Jonathan who was cleaning the windows but his eyes were fixed on him.

Locke was secretly happy.

Learn it, Dio!

That's your dad's damn charm.

But in the end, no matter how happy he was at the moment, Locke was still thinking about how to refuse.

I know exactly how much I weigh.

"Mr. Lionel," he shook his head. "We are friends, but the distance between us and partners is still too far."

"?"

This statement made Lionel stunned.

His pupils dilated slightly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, as if he was truly seeing the man in overalls before him for the first time.

"Sorry, Locke."

After a moment's silence, Lionel raised his lips in a sincere smile, "I'm just too excited."

Noticing that the other party naturally omitted the suffix "Mr.", Locke understood and stretched out his hand to shake hands with him in the air.

"Look out, Lionel," he winked. "I don't want to have to discuss Monopoly Law at the dinner table again."

“That’s right.”

"Everyone!"

Accompanied by the sweet aroma of blueberry pie, Martha's voice came from the kitchen, interrupting the business tycoon's politeness.

"Come and eat pie!"

She stood at the door holding a freshly baked pie, her apron still stained with flour, and the warm yellow light gave her a soft outline.

"Thank you."

"Then let me taste the Kent family's cooking."

Lionel stood up.

Who would have thought that this well-dressed elite would actually enjoy lunch in a rustic farmhouse kitchen?

"Hahahaha." Jonathan laughed and put his arm around his shoulders: "Come on, brother! Martha's pie can make angels give up heaven!"

His strong arms, with their irresistible passion, almost crushed Lionel's custom-made suit.

Watching the two men walk towards the dining table, Locke slowly sipped the cold coffee.

what is this?

Instead of making dumplings, making pies?

Locke laughed silently and looked out the window.

I hope those three little guys can come back happily to eat pie together.

-

The leaves rustled against each other, and some of the unharvested oats swayed in the sun.

"Dio, why don't Mom, Dad, and Uncle Rock like the IRS?"

"Because they're vampires, Clark."

"Dad said that there are people like this in big cities outside. He was sucked dry of blood when he first came to the city."

"vampire?!"

Clark's blue eyes suddenly widened. "Is it like the one we saw in 'Vampire Hunter D' before?"

Dio paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his red eyes.

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be okay.

"If time is money and money is life, then rich people are no different from vampires."

"Huh?!" Clark looked at the little bald guy beside him in panic, his voice changing, "What about Lex?!"

The sunlight shone on Luther's shiny forehead, reflecting a funny spot of light.

Dio stared at the scene and suddenly grinned maliciously:

"Lex, he's half vampire, I guess."

He deliberately lowered his voice and imitated the narration in the movie:

"How about it, little bald guy, are you interested in teaming up with me to become a vampire hunter?"

Chapter 42 Dio: How can you see?! Clark!

"Dio." Luther shook his head. "This is not possible."

Dio's smile froze on his face.

He stared at the little bald head in disbelief.

This guy actually refuses people?

The young man in front of him who used to just follow him around and ask questions seems to be different from before?

Lex, I still like it when you call me sir.

"Tsk, that's boring."

Dio kicked the weeds with a lack of interest.

He looked up at the rising sun, stopped, and turned around impatiently:

"I have something to do. Can you two please stop following me?"

Clark scratched his curly hair, his blue eyes full of innocence: "But I have nothing to do."

"As for me," Luther hesitated for a moment, then said, "I came here specifically to play with you, Dio."

This is a lie.

In fact, Luther just wanted to come to the countryside to take a break because he felt suffocated being locked up at home by Lionel.

But I don't know why.

Now on this farm, perhaps because of the psychological trauma of the last time, he can only feel a little safe when he is with Dio.

"Uh-huh."

Dio looked at Luther thoughtfully, then took a half step back, the ears of wheat beside him swaying without wind.

"Then wouldn't you two be a perfect match?"

He gave a sly smile.

"Clark, go play with Luther."

"I have things to do."

Before he finished speaking, Dio's figure blurred for a moment.

"and many more!"

Luther reached out to grab it, but only grabbed a handful of air.

There was nothing in front of me, only a few ears of wheat swaying slightly, showing that someone had passed by.

"Um. Clark?"

Luther turned to the boy beside him in shock, "Where's Dio?"

“And I just felt something.”

"What did you say, Lex?" Clark blinked and slowly moved his gaze deeper into the cornfield.

"Over there." He pointed southeast. "Dio is about twenty meters away from us now."

"?"

Luther stood on tiptoe, but saw only a sea of ​​wheat ears.

"How come I can't see anyone?"

"I'm a good observer, Lex." Clark rubbed his eyes, then excitedly grabbed Luther's wrist and said, "Shall we follow and see?"

"But didn't Dio say..."

"Shu~"

"Wait! Slow down on my clothes!"

Oats flew backwards on both sides. The boy was so strong that Luther felt like he was being dragged by a tractor.

-

The midday sun dyed the river surface golden.

Dio sat cross-legged on a smooth cobblestone, his blond hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his pale skin.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his red pupils moved restlessly under his eyelids.

The surface of the river seems calm, but undercurrents are surging beneath the water. The yellow-haired boy is diligently directing the world to punch deep in the riverbed.

Each strike accurately hits the fish swimming downstream, stunning them but not killing them.

of course

Sometimes the shaking of my hands would cause blood to flow like a river.

"Hold on a little longer"

Dio clenched his teeth, his temples throbbing.