American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

After declining the invitation to lunch, the Sullivan family set out on their journey home.

"Clark, you must come to town to play with me." Chloe's face was red from the cold, and she smiled sweetly and said, "I have a friend to introduce you to."

Scratching the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, Clark subconsciously glanced at Uncle Locke who was leaning against the door frame behind him.

really

There was a mischievous, knowing smile on his uncle's face, which made Clark's face turn even redder.

But he still nodded vigorously, his voice filled with the sincerity of a young man:

"Yeah! Next time for sure!"

Gabe and Moira also expressed their deep gratitude to Locke again.

Sam just nodded slightly and turned to walk towards his dark green military 4x4.

However, he did not get in the car immediately. Instead, he watched Gab start the slightly old car and slowly drive his wife, daughters and Father Henry onto the snow-covered country road.

He didn't open the door and get into the driver's seat until the car became a small dot in his sight.

"Mr. Kent." Without any unnecessary politeness, he rolled down the window. "Take care."

"Be careful on the road, General Ryan." Locke responded calmly.

Nodding, Sam drove his car far behind his family's car in front.

Maintain a distance that protects without disturbing.

The car was also very quiet, with only the low roar of the engine.

but.

Still, the warmth on Sam's face gradually faded, returning to his usual cold and thoughtful expression.

He picked up the encrypted satellite phone on the passenger seat and skillfully pressed a long number on the keys.

The call was connected quickly, and the background sound was extremely quiet without any noise.

Obviously

This is a highly confidential line.

"General."

A male voice, without any emotion and encrypted, came.

Sam got straight to the point without any pleasantries:

"Wasn't the last confirmed sighting of the wolf in Smallville, Kansas?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, obviously surprised that the general suddenly mentioned this long-forgotten code name and location.

But his professionalism allowed him to answer immediately after consulting the files:

"Yes, General."

"Archival records show that the target's last traced heat signature and suspected activity area were located on a farm in Smallville, within a five-kilometer radius."

"After reviewing the photographs and videos brought back by the special envoy, we dispatched a ground team to conduct a comprehensive search on the third day, but were unable to find any further clues. Do you need to reopen the investigation in this area? We can arrange this immediately..."

"No need."

Sam interrupted him, his voice flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Where's Smith? I remember he was responsible for following up on this case in the later stages."

There was another brief silence on the other end of the line, this time with a subtle hesitation:

"General...Commander Smith...he was killed in the failed Operation Crucible two years ago."

"He tragically died in the line of duty while hunting down the superpowered mercenary codenamed 'King Cobra.'"

"The death report and pension payment were also signed by you and Ms. Amanda personally."

Sam's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly, his eyes fixed, and the fragments of his memory instantly pieced together -

Yes, in a superpowered incident two years ago that caused heavy casualties, Smith, the veteran agent with 32 years of experience...

Died in the line of duty.

His brows furrowed slightly, but Sam's tone remained steady:

"I remember. So, what about Vanke? I remember there was another special agent who was also in that special operations team."

There was a sound of rapid keyboard tapping on the other end of the phone, and after a moment:

"General, Special Agent Vanck... he voluntarily requested a transfer from DEO headquarters last year after Mr. Smith's death. The report indicates that he requested a transfer to the DEO European branch, citing a need for a change of scenery and... to attend to personal matters."

“The application has been approved and he is currently based in Prague.”

"Can we contact him? I need him to provide details about what happened back then. Words are meaningless." Sam asked.

But this time.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little embarrassed:

"General…Agent Vanck is now assigned to DEO Europe. His personnel file and communications permissions have been fully transferred."

"After all, the DEO is the higher-level headquarters of our Task Force X..."

"I currently don't have the authority to directly access information from the European branch, especially for a non-emergency historical case like this that requires cross-departmental coordination." He paused, then added, "If necessary, I can attempt to request assistance from DEO headquarters through formal channels, but the process will be lengthy, and... headquarters is always cautious with the files of paranormal investigators."

"..."

DEO.

Department of Extranormal Operations

Namely: the Department of Paranormal Action.

Their duty is to monitor abnormal individuals with superpowers and prevent their potential threats to the public.

Therefore, regardless of which department they were previously employed in, once they successfully transferred to the DEO, their files would be completely encrypted. Since its establishment, it has been a popular destination for members of organizations such as 'Silver Shine', 'Task Force X', 'Storm Guard', and 'Argus' to retire, retire, or become disabled.

Sam was silent for a few seconds.

What he needs now is immediate information, unencumbered by bureaucratic procedures.

But now.

Smith died and Van Klein was transferred.

"Got it," he finally said, his voice emotionless. "It's not needed for now. Keep the channel open."

"Understood, General."

The call was hung up and the indicator light on the encrypted line went out.

The car returned to silence, with only the rustling sound of tires crunching on snow.

Sam Ryan looked out the car window at the distant Kent Farm, which looked particularly peaceful on the snowy field.

When Father Henry described the rescue process, those words full of gratitude echoed in his mind again:

"That Mr. Kent... not only did he help me find all the stray sheep... but he also helped me lift my van, such a heavy old one, out from a snow pit all by himself! It's incredible!"

One person lifts a pickup truck stuck in a snow pit?

And in such an extreme environment as a blizzard?

This is definitely not the power of an ordinary farmer.

Plus…

The place where the "wolf" last disappeared was right near Locke Farm.

Too many coincidences are no longer coincidences.

This man named Locke Kent...

It's not simple.

Who is he? A mutant with hidden abilities? Or an unregistered metahuman?

What is his purpose in lurking in this seemingly peaceful farm?

Sam's brows were tightly knitted together, and there was wariness and suspicion in the depths of his eyes.

The sunlight shone on his face, but it could not dispel the gloom between his brows.

If directly

"I"

What am I thinking? !

Sam was suddenly startled.

The car in front of him was carrying his lost family members, and at this moment he was...

He was actually thinking about how to capture his savior!

Even the other party exposed his ability in order to save Father Henry.

"Ella."

He took out an old photo from his inner pocket and looked at his wife's bright smile in it.

"I hope Mr. Kent can behave like he did today in the future."

Especially when I think of the discussion in the living room, Mr. Locke lamented about the survival problems of farmers in recent years.

Sam sighed: "He really..."

"He's a good man."

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The winter afternoon sun lazily shines on the old sofa in the living room, bringing warmth and sleepiness.

Dio frowned, trying to immerse himself completely in the thick hardcover book spread across his knees.

This is a treasure that Locke found in the Metropolitan Used Bookstore, a difficult book on quantum physics.

The author is said to be a Martian?

Dio agreed with this deeply, because when he looked at these symbols and formulas now, it was really no different from reading Martian language.

Like a primitive savage using a colander to scoop up small dumplings.

Time passed slowly during the difficult deduction, Dio tried to concentrate...

“Aa ...

A childish yet extremely persistent cry, accompanied by a continuous pulling sensation on his trouser legs, pulled Dio out of the maze of physics.

Looking down, I saw a round thing with a faint milky aroma——

One-year-old Sarafiel was trying relentlessly to climb up by pulling at his trouser legs.

The little guy has a head full of fluffy, soft black curls, and his angelic face is tilted up. His pure and innocent big black eyes are filled with a desire for a hug.

He was mumbling something incomprehensible like "Mu Da".

Ok…

His saliva was almost dripping onto Dio's pants.

"Sarafil, be quiet."

Dio tapped his brother's forehead lightly with the spine of a book, trying to push him away a little, "I'm reading a book. It's very important."