American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 15 Meteorite! Dio and Lex.

Lionel looked a little surprised, but quickly regained his elegant smile.

After all, for him, this personal inspection was just a parent-child activity in which he took Lex out to play.

He was naturally very satisfied that Lex showed his intention to make friends.

"Of course, but it can wait until we get to the farm."

Locke glanced at Dio, who gave him a 'whatever' look.

"No problem." Locke nodded, "We can set off at any time."

"Thank you, Mr. Kent."

Little Lex bowed politely, then looked at Dio expectantly.

Anthony rubbed his hands and said, "Well, Mr. Luther, do you want to go see Locke's farm now?"

Lionel nodded. "I'm looking forward to it."

A moment later, the old Ford pickup's engine let out a familiar cough on the highway.

Locke could notice through the rearview mirror that several black luxury cars were following behind him at a suitable distance, their windows gleaming with the unique glow of bulletproof material in the sunlight.

"Sure enough." Locke shook his head secretly.

How could the head of the Luther Group travel so easily with only his son?
These bodyguards have probably been following them since they left the town.

He turned his gaze back to the right direction, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Dio in the passenger seat, twisting his blond hair between his fingers in a daze. Locke lowered his voice and said, "If you don't want to play with that young master, you can just refuse. With Daddy here, you don't need to please anyone."

"It's just playing house with the kids." Dio snorted, a hint of disdain flashing in his red eyes. "How difficult can it be?"

"is it?"

Locke couldn't help but laugh, and used his free hand to ruffle his son's blond hair, "Then don't bully the kid and make him cry."

"I won't!"

Dio slapped his old father's big hand away and angrily fixed his messed up hair.

Bumping along the country dirt road, the old Ford's wheels rolled over the mud that had not dried after the rain, and the splashing water sparkled amber in the sunlight.

The wheat fields on both sides of the road are like a golden ocean, with waves rising in the wind.

"arrive."

Locke parked the car beside the ridge of the field.

Lionel beside him also stepped out of the car gracefully and took a deep breath:

"It's such a refreshing and nostalgic smell."

"Would you like to take a closer look?" Locke pointed to the green and yellow farmland not far away. "That's the new corn planted this year."

"I'm satisfied, Mr. Locke." Lionel waved his hand, then turned to his son and said gently, "Go play with Dio, Lex."

Then he squatted down, straightened Luther's crooked bow tie, and said half-jokingly:
"How about you inspect the farmland on your father's behalf today?"

Nervously pushing his glasses up, little Lex swallowed, "Okay, okay, father."

At this moment, Dio was already standing impatiently on the edge of the field. Seeing little Luther dithering, he simply strode over and said, "Hey, do you want to see wheat or corn?"

"Both are fine."

Little Luther stammered in response and subconsciously shrank behind his father.

Lionel patted his son's shoulder encouragingly. "Go ahead. Remember to come back before lunch."

After saying that, he turned to Locke and said, "Mr. Kent, how about we talk about the specific details of the acquisition?"

Locke nodded and watched the two boys walk one after another into the depths of the wheat field.

Dio walked in front with his head held high, while little Luther followed closely like a frightened rabbit.

This scene made him shake his head
It's just hard to imagine.

"Your son has quite the personality," Lionel said suddenly, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

Locke laughed dryly: "I'm sorry to bother you. This child has been like this since he was young, he has a very stubborn temper."

"No, that's good." Lionel's gold-rimmed glasses reflected the sunlight, making it difficult to see his eyes. "In this day and age, only people with personality can achieve great things."

The two men walked slowly along the ridge of the field. Anthony tactfully fell behind a few steps to give the farmer and the big boss space to talk.

In the distance, Dio's voice could be heard faintly:

"It's corn, idiot. Don't you even know what it is?"

Then little Luther timidly said, "I, I just haven't seen it growing in the ground."

Locke sighed, rubbing his forehead, and was about to go over to help when Lionel stopped him: "Let the children get along. Lex needs to learn to deal with different types of people." The sun was getting hotter, and the cicadas chirped incessantly from the wheat field.

An arc flashed in the sky.
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In the cornfield, the sunlight shines through the green leaves, casting mottled shadows.

Lex Luthor followed Dio cautiously, his fingers gently touching the ears of corn, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"Are these really edible?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Dio glanced back at him impatiently. "What else? Do you think they grow in the ground just to look good?"

Lex pushed up his glasses, feeling a little embarrassed. "I've only ever seen husked corn in the kitchen."

"Tsk." Dio rolled his eyes. "What kind of life do you young masters usually lead?"

Lex opened his mouth, as if wanting to explain something, but in the end he just lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of his clothes.

Seeing this, Dio didn't bother asking any more questions.

He now felt that this timid rich young man was even more boring than Clark.
At least the big idiot could still play with him and drive the tractor.

At this moment, Lex suddenly let out a terrified scream: "Dio! Why is there a person over there?!"

Dio turned around impatiently: "That's a scarecrow, idiot."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Deep in the cornfield, there was indeed a figure tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame.

The man had his head lowered and his upper body naked, as if he was unconscious.

Dio's pupils shrank slightly, but he quickly recognized it -

This is one of the traditional pranks at the town's harvest festival.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just a pour."

"But Dio!" Lex's voice suddenly became more terrified, "Something is falling from the sky!"

"Drop something?"

Dio looked up at the sky, his expression instantly dull.

On the azure sky, dozens of scarlet arcs streaked across the sky like meteors, and one of them was falling towards their location at an alarming speed!

"Run! Lex!" Dio grabbed little Luther's wrist and pulled him out of the field.

"But, but that person."

Lex turned around and pointed at the young man tied to the cross.

“That person has nothing to do with us.”

[Dior, this is your golden spirit.]

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Thinking of Locke's words, Dio gritted his teeth and quickly estimated the distance and time.

If we use the "world", we might still be able to make it.
"Leave now!"

He let go of Lex's hand and pointed in the direction of the ridge. "Run along that road and don't look back! I'm going to save that unfortunate guy!"

"Dio."

Lex wanted to say something, but the blond boy in front of him had already rushed into the depths of the cornfield like a gust of wind.

Standing there, little Luther's face was pale.

He looked at the red track that was getting closer and closer, then looked in the direction where Dio disappeared. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and chased after him!

The corn leaves scratched my cheeks, causing a slight sting.

Dio summoned the "world" to carry him and ran at full speed in the cornfield.

"Faster."

He muttered to himself that he was only a few steps away from the tied young man.

Arrived!

Dio's face lit up with joy, and his stand suddenly accelerated again, finally rushing to the cross.

"The World" shattered the ropes that bound the young man with a single punch, and then caught his limp body.

but
Dio's speed still seems a little slow?
The earth began to tremble violently, and a scorching air wave hit from behind.

He only had time to protect the "world" in front of him before he was blown away by the shock wave!
But in the last moment of unconsciousness.
Dio vaguely saw a purple figure rushing towards him, and seemed to be shouting something.
Then, the world fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)