American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

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Suddenly, the roar of a helicopter was heard in the distance.

Locke looked up and saw a black helicopter with the Luther Group logo flying high in the sky ahead.

The swirling air currents made Sarafiel wrinkle his nose in his sleep and utter a few vague mutters.

Putting down the coffee cup, Locke gently smoothed the baby's frown. The little guy immediately calmed down, and his little hand unconsciously grasped his fingers.

He doesn't look like a tyrant dragon at all.

"This little guy." Locke laughed dumbly.

He remembered that it was the same when he first met Dio.

But it hurt much more that time.

“Thump. Thump. Thump.”

"My friend, you seem to have recovered your strength?"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the sound came from the balcony entrance.

The rich guy was wearing a well-tailored dark grey suit today, his blue eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses sparkled with inquiry, the sunlight filtered through the green plants, casting tiny spots of light on his shiny leather shoes.

The whole person looks like he walked off the cover of a financial magazine.

"Thanks to you, the helicopter arrived in time." Locke turned around with a slight smile on his face.

"Haha." Lionel chuckled and walked over to the railing to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. "Then I assume you're not referring to the Lamborghini that was blown into fireworks?"

The two smiled at each other and clinked their coffee cups in tacit understanding.

The swimming pool in the estate below sparkled like a piece of shattered mercury.

"Honestly," Lionel said suddenly, "I didn't know you were being hunted."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the morning light and hiding the helplessness in his eyes.

"You said on the phone, 'I need the fastest car to get to the dock. If we're brothers, don't ask why.'"

"Looks like your crime has been exposed and you're about to flee the country." Lionel took a sip of coffee and said helplessly, "I thought you'd finally let it go and kill Kristen from the IRS."

"I stuffed quite a bit of hard currency into the trunk for you."

"Cough, cough. Cough, cough, cough!"

"Lionel!" Locke nearly choked on his coffee. "Is that who you think I am?"

He asked why Lionel was so ostentatious, it turned out that he really wanted to use the identity of Luther Group to cover him up.

No wonder no one cared about me while I was speeding all the way.

"It's hard to say." Lionel looked Locke up and down and said, "After all, I never thought that my farmer friend was actually a superhuman."

He tapped the rim of the coffee cup lightly, making the porcelain make a crisp sound. "Locke, you've been hiding this from me for so long."

"Well..." Locke raised his hand and rubbed his brow, avoiding the other party's overly sharp gaze. "I didn't want to implicate you, Lionel. At that time... I wasn't even sure if it was a group of people chasing us, or something more terrifying."

"What do you mean by implicated, Locke?" Lionel snorted coldly, his eyes sharp as knives behind his glasses. "Although our Luther Group is now just a well-known company in Metropolis."

"But he's not someone you can easily mess with, Locke."

"Anyone who dares to touch Luther's friends must be prepared to pay the price."

"Lionel," Locke sighed, turning back to press the balcony railing, the metal slightly deforming in his palm. "It's not that simple. Just look at the road we destroyed. You should have seen it, right?"

Lionel was startled.

Of course he had seen the photos of the scene.

The twenty-meter-long asphalt road looked like it had been gnawed by a giant beast, and the melted guardrail steel columns hung down like melted candles.

It took him a lot of effort to smooth it out.

"But……"

Lionel opened his mouth, wanting to ask for more details.

Locke suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, what happened next?"

"Hey!"

Seeing that Locke once again avoided the core issue, Lionel was immediately furious. His fingers holding the coffee cup tightened slightly, and finally, with a bit of venting, he slammed the cup heavily on the glass coffee table next to him.

He stared at Locke for three full seconds with a complicated look in his eyes.

But in the end, he seemed to have given up, leaned back in his chair in frustration, and rubbed his eyebrows with his hand.

"David Copperan, the youngest police chief in the history of our metropolis." He pulled out a business card from his suit pocket. "He's always been very sensitive to superhuman crimes. Fortunately, he didn't see you."

"Otherwise, this incident would not be a simple one—"

"It was as simple as an employee of Luther Group stealing the sports car from the chairman's garage and accidentally causing it to crash off a cliff and explode."

Chapter 55 Jonathan:?

David Copperon?

Locke rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

A somewhat familiar name.

"Anyway"

"Thanks, Lionel." Locke put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "You've helped me so much."

Hearing this, Lionel was shocked.

"So you said so, Locke."

"I won't pretend anymore!"

"?!"

Locke took a half step back alertly: "What are you going to do?"

"what's on your mind?!"

Rolling his eyes, Lionel said unhappily, "I just want you to show me your super powers!"

He put down his coffee cup, and his blue eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses sparkled with an almost childlike curiosity, even with a hint of excitement that seemed eager to try.

Locke sighed: "Lionel, this is not a circus act"

“Come on, Mr. Farmer.” Lionel crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly. “I saw that road with my own eyes.”

"Oh my god, that's not the kind of damage a car accident could cause." He paused and lowered his voice. "Not to mention, that kid Dio disappeared out of thin air on the helicopter... Don't think Gray didn't tell me."

"."

Locke glanced at Grey, who was trying her best to reduce her presence in the shadows behind Lionel, and was silent for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

"Okay." He raised his hand, and a purple shadow, visible only to him, loomed behind him. "But just a little demonstration."

"What ability?!"

Lionel's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned closer: "Mental power? Telekinesis? Energy release?"

"You can understand it that way." Locke thought for a while.

then

Star Platinum took action instantly.

"Snapped!"

The coffee cup in Lionel's hand disappeared out of thin air, and the next second, it landed steadily on the coffee table on the other side of the balcony, without even a drop of coffee spilled.

"Oh, God"

Eyes wide, Lionel lost his composure in a rare display of disbelief.

He walked over quickly, carefully examined the cup, and suddenly looked up:

"That speed and precision is like time stopped and the coffee cup was stolen from me!"

Hearing this, Locke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and thought to himself:

This guy guessed pretty well.

Taking a deep breath, Lionel gave a cunning smile:

"Locke, are you interested?"

"No." Locke interrupted decisively, "I will not participate in any of your scientific research activities, Lionel."

"Tsk, I'm not finished yet!"

"Your eyes betray you." Locke crossed his arms. "The last time you looked at Dio and Clark like that, they received a whole box of children's science experiment kits the next day."

"It nearly blew Jonathan and me up in the air."

"That was just an accident. Who would have thought that our company's development department would actually dare to install it..." Lionel coughed dryly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Cough cough."

"Anyway, the company's explorers discovered a small crystal in the Asia-Africa region..."

"thump!"

There was a loud bang from the direction of the swimming pool.

"?!"

The two of them quickly leaned over to look.

Then he heard Dio's smug laughter and Lex's angry protest.

The little bald guy was seen clinging to the edge of the swimming pool in a panic, while Dio was standing on the shore, and Lex's slippers were somehow caught on the palm tree.

"Your son," Lionel held his forehead, "is he getting more and more naughty?"

"Is it possible that this is my son's true nature? Dio is actually only cold to strangers. Hmm... maybe Clark too?"

"Anyway," Locke shrugged, "Didn't your son secretly release a bunch of lab rats onto my farm last month?"

"."

The two looked at each other and sighed in unison.

"so."

Picking up his coffee again, Lionel's tone suddenly became serious, "Does the metahuman chasing you have similar abilities?"

"We examined the wreckage of the SUV and it was a very basic structure."

"Engineers said they couldn't imagine this car could catch up to a Lamborghini. They said if it could, it wouldn't be technology or hard work, but pure magic!"

"."

Thinking of the SUV chasing him like a leech, Locke's eyes couldn't help but darken.

"Anyway," he whispered, "that guy's power comes from somewhere else."

Lionel was acutely aware of his choice of words: "Somewhere else?"

"Hell." Locke pointed to the ground.

"hell?"

If someone else said it, I would definitely not believe it, but...

Lionel narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, but ultimately did not pursue the question.

"anyway."

He raised his coffee cup, a smile on his lips, "Thank you for your trust, Locke."

"That's what I wanted to say, Lionel, thank you for your trust."

Locke chuckled and clinked glasses with him.