American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

feasible?

and…

Locke's gaze returned to Dio.

Under the light, the boy's golden hair looked a little soft, and the outline of his face still had a hint of childishness, but his independence was clearly visible.

Ever since Sarafiel came into being, the focus of the family had inevitably shifted, and he hadn't been alone with Dio for a long time.

Those times when it was just the father and son, when they could talk freely and even quarrel, seemed to be diluted by the busyness and the crying of the baby.

A mixture of guilt and nostalgia washed over me.

Locke's eyes softened, and he reached out and habitually rubbed Dio's golden hair, which felt very nice to the touch, with a long-lost intimacy in his movements.

"Okay, little housekeeper."

Locke grinned, a smile that held a touch of relief and anticipation.

"Then let's go together, the two of us... well, plus Sarafiel and his 'exclusive car', let's go save the Kent family's diaper supply!"

Dio's head shook from being rubbed. He didn't say anything, but turned his face away quickly and almost imperceptibly, as if trying to hide something.

But the arc of the corner of his mouth that was slightly raised and then forced down by him

And the back figure that suddenly quickened its pace and walked towards the entrance clearly betrayed the secret happiness in his heart.

Locke walked to the door without looking back, but his mind moved slightly.

Star Platinum immediately and gently picked up Sarafiel, who was still looking around curiously, as if she was holding the most precious and fragile item in the world, and followed Dio silently and faithfully.

Looking at Dio's arrogant back, and the purple stand floating in the air, holding a baby.

This unique combination exudes an indescribable warmth and...

Funny?

The farmer smiled and shook his head, grabbed the car keys and strode after him.

"Let's go! Target——!"

“Baby products section in a 24-hour supermarket!”

-

"How could it not be?"

The cold wind in the middle of the night picked up a few dead leaves and blew past the empty entrance of the 24-hour supermarket.

Kent, his son and his two children stood silently under the pale light, like three sculptures being toyed with by fate.

Dio crossed his arms, his face tense. Sarafiel in Locke's arms seemed to feel the solemnity of the atmosphere and twisted his body uneasily.

Behind him, the night clerk smiled apologetically and rubbed his hands:

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Kent."

"Today... uh, all the diapers were bought by a customer. They were all emptied out in the evening."

"..."

"What happened to Smallwell?"

Locke muttered softly, as if asking himself, or questioning this bizarre world.

In a large supermarket in a small town, you can't even buy diapers.

Which kindergarten came here to buy in bulk?!

"Dad, are you willing?"

"Dio, I won't give up."

Locke took a deep breath.

It's like arriving at the New Year and not having any new underwear to wear!

They are not willing to give in.

The roar of the pickup truck's engine ripped through the silence of the small town, carrying them to the next supermarket, then the next, and even to a convenience store on the edge of town...

However.

The repeater of fate seemed to have been pressed on the play button.

Melancholy Blues?!

"Sorry, sold out."

"It's a gentleman in a black trench coat and a top hat..."

"Yes, he bought them all."

"Not a bit left."

The shop assistants repeated their statements in unison, pointing to the mysterious man in the diaper and windbreaker.

finally…

The three of them stopped outside the last convenience store with a pale light on. The clerk yawned and gave the answer that had been expected but still despairing.

The pickup truck's headlights cast long beams of light in the cold night.

"what……"

Locke let out a short, cold laugh, which condensed into a white mist in the cold air.

Wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, right?

If I ever catch that bastard, I'm gonna make him...

"dad."

Dio's incredible voice interrupted Locke's thoughts.

The boy tugged at Locke's sleeve and pointed to the shadow at the edge of the pickup truck's light halo.

"Is it... that person?"

Looking up in the direction Dio pointed, Locke's expression became serious.

Under the dim street light, a figure stood quietly.

This is exactly the image that the store clerks repeatedly described.

A straight black trench coat and a black top hat pulled down low.

The shadow from the brim of his hat almost completely obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only his hard-lined jaw visible.

He just stood there, yet seemed to be silent and motionless, as if he had condensed directly from the shadow cast by the street lamp.

Night wind blows

but.

The hem of his windbreaker didn't move at all?!

just like.

ghost!

This person actually exudes an extremely unreal and elusive feeling!

Chapter 73 Phantom Stranger

The man in the windbreaker seemed to have noticed Locke's gaze.

He moved.

He walked towards the light of the pickup truck at a strange pace that was completely inhuman and almost constant.

What is even more alarming is that his left hand, in an extremely natural yet abrupt manner, quietly reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, as if he was groping for something!

Danger!

Locke's fighting instinct instantly sounded the highest alarm!

In a flash, he was about to summon...

hum!

However.

An even faster invisible energy carrying the sharpness of youth has already spread out!

With golden light shining, a tall and burly stand covered in gorgeous golden armor silently appeared beside Locke!

The old father was slightly startled, and then an indescribable warmth and pride surged in his heart.

This guy...

Locke's smile deepened and he no longer hesitated.

The purple light flashed, and the lean and sharp figure appeared in an instant.

Star Platinum stands shoulder to shoulder with the world! They share a common hatred for the enemy!

One gold and one purple, the two powerful stands are like guardian angels at this moment, protecting Locke, Dio and Sarafiel firmly behind them.

He twisted his neck, making a slight clicking sound, and Locke's voice was filled with a long-lost sense of pride:

"Dio, it seems like tonight..."

"We want Father and Son Ola!"

"It's father and son Mu Da!" Dio corrected immediately in a firm tone.

"Muda."

Even Sarafiel in Locke's arms imitated the words in a baby voice and waved his little hands around.

Locke's face darkened, but his eyes were still fixed on the man in the windbreaker who was approaching step by step.

The man finally stopped his steady pace about 20 or 30 meters away from them and slowly raised his hand that was in his windbreaker pocket.

"The"

The voices of the father and son stopped abruptly.

Because what the man in the windbreaker took out was not the expected weapon or dangerous item.

But a...

Looks extremely ordinary...

Even a little wrinkled?

Baby diapers?!

It's the most common kind you'll find in supermarkets.

"..."

The expressions on Locke and Dio's faces froze instantly, changing from extreme vigilance to extreme astonishment.

My brain seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ignoring the two substitutes that exuded a sense of oppression, the man seemed not to notice the stunned expressions on Locke and Dio's faces.

He took a few more steps forward, and his face, covered by the shadow of the hat brim, turned slightly towards Sarafel in Locke's arms. After pausing for a moment, he made a move that made the two of them even more puzzled.

He slightly clenched the five fingers of his left hand.

then…

An incredible scene happened!

Om-!

It's hard to describe.

As if coming from the depths of the universe, a cold and vast energy wave spread out from his palm!

The diaper bag in his hand instantly swelled up, emitting a soft, moonlight-like white light!

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the bag itself underwent a miraculous transformation in the light. The cheap plastic turned into the most flexible silk, and a star-like glimmer flowed on its surface.