American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Asia-Pacific?"

Locke was keenly aware of the change in her tone.

"Ah! No! Nothing!"

Her voice immediately returned to its professional, brisk tone, but the assistant's speech was noticeably twice as fast as usual. "I'm just curious. Why didn't you contact the boss directly during this mission? He should be able to help you better..."

Looking at the red aviation warning lights flashing on the top of the distant building, Locke explained:

“No one answered the phone. I called.”

“Hahaha…Is that so?”

The secretary's laughter sounded a little forced.

"Boss is probably holding a very important closed-door international meeting right now. The group recently discovered a new material of strategic value in the Asia-Pacific region, and negotiations have entered a critical stage. The confidentiality level is very high, so it's normal that communications are restricted."

She tried to explain, trying to make it all sound reasonable.

But as Lionel's assistant, Grey is not with Lionel?

I actually asked myself...

Is this normal?

"Grey," Locke interrupted her. "What happened to Lionel?"

Chapter 62 Dio: Haha, isn’t this hard to guess?

"It's nothing really."

There was a rustling sound of papers being shuffled from the other end of the phone. The secretary seemed to be trying to cover up something by organizing the documents.

After a brief silence, Locke spoke:

"If there's anything I can do for you," he said finally, "have Lionel call me. You're welcome."

"Ah."

"dududu~"

After the call ended, Locke walked towards the building in the distance.

"gentlemen."

But the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by a small force.

Turning around, I saw Zatanna looking up with her big emerald eyes filled with pitiful pleading:

"Take me with you. I don't know anyone here."

"."

Locke stopped and was silent for a while, his eyes lingering on her face, or rather the magic wand, for a moment.

After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, forming an arc: "It's not impossible."

Zatanna's eyes lit up.

"But," Locke added slowly, "you have to do me a favor first."

five minutes later…

The top floor of the LionelCorp building.

Inside the heavy fire door of the emergency passage.

"Ugh... let me take it easy..."

The golden light dissipated, and Zatanna's figure appeared. Her face was pale, one hand tightly grasped the cold concrete wall, and the other hand covered her mouth, trying to suppress the nausea in her stomach. Her voice was weak.

"This time, I consumed too much magic power. The backlash is a bit uncomfortable..."

Nodding, Locke looked around quickly and warily.

well.

There is no embarrassment of being embedded in the wall, nor the thrill of being suspended in the air.

This time, they were indeed standing at their target location safely and securely.

And

Got the magic again?

Sensing the powerful airflow growing stronger in his body again, a relaxed smile crept up Locke's lips.

Looking at the still dazed girl in front of him, he almost subconsciously reached out his hand and gently rubbed her soft hair with a soothing look.

"Well done, your magic is actually quite useful." He gave a rare affirmation.

However, the soft touch from their fingertips and the faint fragrance from the girl's hair made them both freeze at the same time!

The air seemed to freeze for half a second.

Zatanna suddenly raised her head, and her emerald eyes met Locke's gaze directly, filled with surprise, a hint of barely perceptible shame, and a little bit of... helplessness.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

"Ahem, sorry, sorry," Locke quickly retracted his hand, lowered the brim of his hat awkwardly, and tried to defuse the issue with a joke, "I'm used to rubbing the brat's head at home too much, so it just comes naturally."

However, the expected anger or rebuke did not come.

"It's okay," the girl just shook her head slightly.

"Mr. Kent?!"

The sound of a man in uniform's hurried footsteps approached from afar. He appeared at the entrance of the passage, panting, his eyes fixed precisely on the two men.

"Miss Grey told me to wait here! The helicopter is ready!" He quickly calmed his breathing and gestured sideways, "Please follow me, both of you. We'll be back in Kansas in two hours."

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As the morning sun began to shine on the wheat fields of Kent Farm, a sharp roar tore through the silence.

In front of the porch, Dio had two thick dark circles under his eyes and his face was so gloomy that it looked like tears could drip out of it.

His blond hair was as messy as if it had been blown by a tornado.

Um.

It was indeed a tornado.

A business helicopter with cold and hard lines was slowly landing in the open space in the front yard. The violent airflow stirred up by the propeller made the white sheets hanging on the clothesline dance wildly and make rustling sounds.

The hatch opened, and Locke jumped down holding a coconut with a straw in one hand and using the other hand to block the wind. He even wore a pair of exaggerated sunglasses on his face and a Hawaiian-style garland around his neck, looking like a tourist who had just returned from a beach vacation.

"Hey! Isn't this my big son?" Locke grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. His voice was loud amid the noise of the propeller. He stuffed the cold coconut into Dio's arms and said, "Try it! It's a freshly picked specialty, so fresh!"

"..."

Dio's face darkened. He was holding Sarafiel in his arms. The little guy was sleeping soundly, and his little hand was tightly holding a strand of Dio's hair.

I gave him a lot of trouble last night.

"You mean the experimental field?" Dio gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "So you mean going there to experience exotic customs?"

God knows what Dio Kent went through last night!

How tiring it is to be both a father and a mother!

I am so busy making milk powder, changing diapers and coaxing the baby.

Finally made it to dawn

As a result, the damn noise of the helicopter pulled him out of his light sleep! It was the last straw that broke the camel's back!

To add fuel to the fire...

Dio's gaze passed Locke and fell on the black-haired girl who was staggering down from behind.

He looks a little familiar, but apart from his good looks, he doesn't seem to have any advantages.

At this moment, he was holding his forehead and looking around, like the antenna of an old radio.

Um.

Because no matter how you twist and turn, you can never get any signal, and at first glance you don't look very smart.

But these are only minor inconsistencies now.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Dio took a step forward, holding Sarafiel in his arms. He gritted his teeth, his voice suppressing the rage that was about to erupt like a volcano. "Last night! Where on earth did you go to have fun?!"

Locke laughed dryly and scratched his head: "Big brother, this is a long story."

"Lao Deng!"

Dio was furious, "Do you know how tired I was last night?!"

He lifted Sarafiel, and the little guy made a drowsy "woof".

"I feed, change diapers, sing lullabies—" Dio's voice was shaking, "I I."

Hearing this, the smile on Locke's face instantly disappeared.

He immediately took off the troublesome and ostentatious sunglasses, revealing the deep eyes underneath, in which complex emotions quickly brewed.

"Dio." His eyes moistened, and he clutched his chest, his voice choking. "Have you finally understood the difficulties of being a single father? This is how I raised you."

Dior: “.”

Taking a deep breath, Dio resisted the urge to summon a Stand to punch his old father. He then asked:

"Please introduce this person."

His gaze once again turned to the girl behind Locke who was still dizzy and trying to adapt to gravity.

"Cough cough."

Locke also knew when to stop, and immediately cleared his throat and returned to seriousness: "This is Miss Zatanna Zatara, yes..."

"She's your illegitimate daughter, my sister, right?" Dio interrupted.

"?"

A huge question mark slowly appeared on Locke's face.

His mouth opened, as if choking on the sudden accusation.

"Come to think of it." Dio folded his arms and sneered, "Dad, you're an old widower, almost thirty-five. Who else could be interested in you?"

"Same black hair as Sarafiel." He looked Zatanna up and down. "I guess you are the sister I never met?"

"."

Locke was speechless after being silenced by Haodaer's smooth speculation.

Clark, that silly boy...

Did he secretly take Dio to watch those cheesy Peninsula soap operas again?!

Chapter 63 Lionel: So what's the price?

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After Locke went to great lengths to explain the Hound in the Mist and the trip to San Francisco.

"I see." Dio crossed his arms, suddenly realizing, "You encountered a magical monster in the fields, and were teleported to the West Coast by this half-baked magician. You couldn't return, and in the end, you had to rely on the Luther Group's helicopter to fly you back."

"Little friend, I am not some half-baked demon."

Zatanna was about to retort.

stare--

The strange looks from the father and son made her shut her mouth.

"Then let me ask you, Dad!"

Ignoring Zatanna, Dio tugged at Locke's clothes and said unhappily, "What's with this beach-goer outfit?!"