American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Well, we were planning to talk to Dio Kent about something, but we couldn't find Mr. Locke Kent."

"Do you know where he went?"

Clark swallowed and stopped talking at the table, looking at Martha with a look of panic on his face.

"Clark."

Holding the boy in her arms, Martha tried to sound calm, but she couldn't hide her worry.

Although Dio on the side was not as nervous as Clark, his fingers also silently clenched the napkin.

Ok?

Lionel frowned slightly as he looked at the two nervous children and

Locke stood up, and the chair made a slight scraping sound on the floor.

"I'm Locke Kent, and I'm right here." His voice was steady and powerful. "What can I do for you two?"

The two uniformed officers exchanged glances, and the older one nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Kent. We're here to inquire about the school bus incident." He pulled out his notebook. "According to the rescue team, Dio was the only child who remained conscious on the shore. We need to ask him about the details of how the school bus got back to the shore from the middle of the river, after all, it was washed up by the water and so on."

"As for Clark," the young officer added, "one of the children who was rescued claimed that it was Clark who broke the car window and saved him. We want to confirm this."

"This"

Jonathan took a deep breath, and the smile on his face froze.

"Mr. Officer, you can see that Clark is only a fourth-grade student. How could he..."

"We understand your concerns," the older officer interrupted. "But the procedure still requires us to speak with the two children in person. We have many details to verify."

Hearing this, Locke and Jonathan took a step forward at the same time and blocked the door more tightly.

“You two.”

Locke's voice turned cold. "The children have just experienced such a fright. Now it's not appropriate to make them relive the nightmare again."

“We know, but…”

The middle-aged police officer wiped his sweat and said, "Mr. Kent, it's difficult for us to do this. The investigation report must be detailed."

"Please make way, both of you."

The young police officer showed some dissatisfaction on his face and stretched out his hand to forcibly push Jonathan and Locke away.

"But that's bad, isn't it?"

The sound came from inside the house, passed through the human wall of Jonathan and Locke, and inexplicably made the police officers outside the house stop.

“Forcing child victims to relive traumatic experiences after the fact?”

Lionel wiped his mouth elegantly with a napkin and spoke calmly, "It seems the Smallville Police Department needs to reassess its practices. Perhaps I should also discuss with the mayor about reducing financial support for your department."

The two police officers were stunned.

The younger one murmured quietly: "What is this person talking about?"

"Let them in." Lionel nodded to Locke, his gaze sharp behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "After you're done questioning us, let's ask the Luther Group's legal department how many federal child protection laws this secondary traumatic behavior violates."

Luther Group? Ministry of Law? Child Protection Law?

The middle-aged policeman's face turned pale in an instant.

This familiar voice was undoubtedly the Lionel who had been repairing the bridge that morning.

Didn't Old Tom say the Kents were all honest people? Why are they even connected to the Luther Group?!

And I have to find a lawyer?!

Thinking of those shameless lawyers, the middle-aged policeman made a gurgling sound in his throat.

He grabbed his companion's arm and then almost ran away.

The speed was even faster than that of the IRS commissioner Christen in the morning.

"Sorry to interrupt your meal! We'll come back another day!"

Hearing this noise, Clark finally came out of Martha's arms.

Uncle Vampire is a good man.

Clark couldn't help but think, he picked up a piece of ham, but.

Now even my appetite seems to have disappeared.

Dio continued eating, seemingly unaffected.

Um.

Ignore the words of the crumpled tissue.

With a long sigh of relief, Martha gently put the fork in her hand back on the plate.

"Thanks, Lionel, you know. The kids."

"No need to say anything, Mrs. Kent." Lionel smiled gently. "What the police officers did was undoubtedly illegal. Even if I didn't say anything, Locke and Jonathan would probably go to a children's lawyer first, right?"

"Now that I've spoken, I'm kind of making the decision for you."

"I can't ignore that." Jonathan returned to the table and clapped Lionel's shoulder, his sturdy arm leaving wrinkles in the fabric of his suit. "Thanks, man. You helped us out of a big problem."

Adjusting his collar elegantly, Lionel shook his head. "It's nothing, Jonathan."

"Compared to the big trouble you two helped me solve this morning, this is just a small matter."

"This is no small matter, Lionel."

"Here we are." Locke chuckled and pointed at the two boys. "Nothing is bigger than theirs."

There was silence at the dinner table.

After a while, Lionel suddenly laughed softly.

"In that case."

The man smiled and sighed, "Then we're even, Locke, Jonathan."

-

The helicopter's propellers stirred up a strong airflow, disturbing the waves of wheat beside the farm.

Inside the cabin, Lionel leaned back comfortably on the leather seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

He turned to look at his son beside him, with a rare gentle smile on his face:

"Lex, the Kents are pretty funny, aren't they?"

"Uh-huh."

Luther nodded, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, "Clark and Dio are also very special."

Hearing this, Lionel couldn't help but think of Clark, who had been hiding behind Jonathan and secretly sizing him up since they first met.

At first, I thought that because of my age, I had the same authority as old Luther that scared the child.

As a result, after being questioned by Jonathan for a long time, the boy gave the reason that he was afraid that he would suck his blood.

Lionel couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then cherish this friendship, son." He stroked Luther's bald head. "Dad hopes you can make more friends instead of staying in your bedroom all day fiddling with circuit boards."

"The future of Luther Group is in your hands."

The business tycoon's voice grew serious.

"Research is something the people below you should worry about. What you need to learn is how to control the overall situation and how to lead others! What you need to do is to continuously transform the efforts of generations of our Luther Group into capital!"

"Yeah, Dad."

Luther responded obediently, but couldn't help but say, "Dad, do you know what "

“Boss, phone call.”

The secretary beside him suddenly handed over the headphones and said, "We've contacted the team responsible for policy research."

Taking the communication device, Lionel waved his hand to signal Luther not to speak.

This kind of mistake occurred at a critical juncture in the transition period.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence.

You may be negligent, but the huge group of staff in the company cannot and must not be negligent!

Then

Who is setting up a trap for the Luther Group?

Thinking of this, Lionel's expression turned cold.

Seeing his father busy with work again, Luther lowered his head silently.

Through the porthole he could also see the chimneys of the Kent farm in the distance, with white smoke rising slowly from them.

Relaxed, comfortable and warm

Like another world.

I really envy Dio and Clark.

"boom--!"

The helicopter flew through the clouds, leaving that world far behind.

Chapter 44 Bain, My Suffering

The dry land cracked in the cold wind, and in the blink of an eye it was already autumn 1998.

This year was surprisingly peaceful, so peaceful that Locke almost forgot Logan's warnings about the "life and death crisis".

Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would touch the blue ladybug on his chest and even doubt whether those two future people really existed.

After all, what about crisis?

Locke stood on the roof of the barn, looking at the cracked fields in the distance and smiled bitterly.

The biggest crisis this year is nature——

El Niño phenomenon.

The abnormally warm current in the Pacific Ocean caused the entire Midwest of the United States to suffer a drought that was not seen in a decade.

"father!"

Dio's voice came from below. The blond boy was carrying two bags of seeds, his red eyes narrowed into thin lines under the scorching sun.

“I’ve already packaged the short-season soybean and sorghum seeds!”

Wise choice.

Locke jumped down from the barn and patted his son on the shoulder.

Short-season soybeans, a crop with a growing period of less than 100 days, are planted and harvested perfectly to avoid the water-demand period caused by the scorching heat in July and August, and have also avoided the disaster of plummeting corn and oat prices due to policies.

This made the Kent family the only farmers in the small town of Smallville who were not greatly affected by the El Niño phenomenon.

As for sorghum, Locke bought a few bags because it is drought-resistant.

He plans to plan a test field after the winter to try it out.

"Dinner will be just the two of us."

Locke ruffled Dior's blonde hair and said, "Martha left me a recipe for blueberry pie. Do you want to try it?"

Dio's expression suddenly turned horrified: "Are you trying to poison your only son?"

Locke's mouth twitched slightly.

Is that what he wants to do?

Just received news today that Martha's cousin passed away, and Jonathan's family rushed to attend the funeral this morning.

It will probably take a few days for me to come back.

Without the chef Martha, he had to cook for himself.