American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 30 The Tragedy of Sam Lane (Bonus Chapter of 5k words)

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[Thank you so much everyone, I will add 5k words here for you brothers]

What? Too many words? Do you usually read 2 words?

【Brothers, just take a look. 】

"Is it finally here?"

Locke took a deep breath.

The peaceful days of the past two months made him relax his vigilance and he almost forgot about this matter.

The sound of tires rolling over gravel suddenly became sharp, and the car braked suddenly twenty meters away from the barn.

In the flying dust, the driver's door was pushed open by someone's shoulder.

Yes, that way that federal agents push the car door as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The first thing he stepped out of was his shiny Oxford shoes, reflecting the light in the setting sun, followed by the trouser seams of his suit, which were ironed so hot that they could cut people.

Then it became familiar.
"Oh my god, this road is even worse than the last time I came here! My new Ferragamo!"

"Vanke."

The old man with gray hair came down from the passenger seat with great momentum and interrupted him.

Smith raised his hand to adjust his tie, his voice low and authoritative.

"Watch your words and actions. We are now 'Special Commissioners' and 'Chief Special Commissioners', senior officials. Be alert and don't lose points."

"Hey"

Rolling his eyes, Vanke muttered softly:
"Senior cadre? Senior cadres are supposed to drive this nearly broken-down Chevrolet? I'm so unlucky that after the organization was restructured, I'm still in the same team as you."

"is it?"

Smith sighed and patted his shoulder.

"Then when I assigned you to partner with Blake last time, didn't you come back after just three days? You said he couldn't even make coffee properly."

Van Ke choked, then became angry and embarrassed:
"That's because he added sugar to his Americano! Added sugar! Is that something a human would do?!"

Smith shook his head, not wanting to argue, and walked towards the barn.

Cursing and swearing, Vanke followed, looking down to check if there were any mud spots on his trouser legs as he walked, muttering to himself, "I should have applied for a transfer to the European branch. At least the roads there are flat!"

Without even turning around, Smith said, "If I really transferred you there, you'd complain again, 'Europeans can't even make a hamburger.'"

Vanke opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't refute. He just kicked a small stone away viciously.

"Snapped!"

The stone hit the car door, leaving a barely noticeable dent.

Smith glanced back, his mouth twitching slightly: "The maintenance fee will be deducted from your salary."

Van Cleef: “.”

In the distance, Locke, who was standing at the barn door and silently eavesdropping with Star Platinum, twitched his lips slightly when he heard the words.

Still these two.
Then he was relieved.

But speaking of it.
Organizational restructuring?

What is the current situation of that organization?
"Mr. Locke! It seems we are destined to meet you right here." Before Locke could think about it, Smith approached and said, "Has there been anything unusual on the farm recently?"

Nodding, Locke's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and suddenly lowered his voice:
"You two, I've finally waited for you!"

Smith and Vanke froze at the same time, their eyes meeting quickly behind their sunglasses.

Vanke's fingers had already quietly touched his waist, but Smith stopped him with a look.

"Mr. Locke," Smith said, his business-like smile etched on his face. He deliberately lifted his briefcase. "We're just here to inspect the farmers in Kansas. It's a routine survey."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"call--!"

Locke let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. After looking around, he suddenly grabbed the two men's arms and dragged them into the barn: "Come in and talk!"

The barn door groaned with age, and the sunlight was cut into tiny golden threads by the gaps between the wooden boards.

After Locke confirmed that the door was locked, he turned around and said, "Let me tell you something. Don't be afraid!"

Smith patted Locke on the shoulder and said, "We are professionals. We can't be afraid."

"That's good!"

Locke placed his hands on an old wooden box piled with hay. He said in a deep voice, "There really are mutants in the world!"

"."

The barn was suddenly so quiet that you could hear the sound of hay clippings falling to the ground.

"Uh"

"Mr. Locke, please stop joking." Van Ke said embarrassedly.

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

Locke suddenly raised his voice, gesticulating excitedly: "That rainy night, there was a man with steel claws extending from his hands!"

"It was a loud bang with something!"

"The next morning."

His voice suddenly trembled. "My wheat fields look like they were plowed by a tornado, and the fences are all turned to scrap metal."

Vanke didn't care, but Smith's breathing became noticeably faster.

"Mr. Locke."

"Are you sure you're talking about a man whose hands can extend steel claws?!"

The old agent's voice suddenly rose.

Startled by this sudden reaction, Locke nodded subconsciously:
"Absolutely true!"

“I recorded a video!”

He quickly turned around and took out the Casio QV-10 he had purchased two years ago.

It is said to be the world's first digital camera with a built-in LCD screen.

The three of them gathered together and saw the cold gleam of metal claws flashing in the blurry image of the barn.

And
"F*ck, F*uck"

Such intermittent cursing.

This familiar voice
It's him!

it's him!
Smith will never forget the werewolf who was tied to the operating table and fucked his mother all day long!
"Damn it!"

He slammed his thigh hard, turned around and grabbed Vanke's tie, who was still in a daze, and snatched Locke's camera.

"Go! Now!"

"Um, my camera."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke!" Smith shouted without turning his head, his voice intermittent due to running, "We have an emergency!"

“Need a camera!”

"Just think of it as a departmental requisition. We'll compensate you three times the camera's value. You can check it at the town bank in a couple of days."

"My Armani! Smith, you tore my clothes!"

"Shut up!"

Throwing Vank onto the seat, Smith went to the car and stepped on the accelerator. The Chevrolet made a dying roar and a large cloud of black smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe.

The tires spun wildly in the mud, and the mud thrown out added several artistic creations on the exterior wall of the barn.

Standing in the flying dust, Locke watched the two of them go away.

He chuckled, he didn't expect these two people to react so strongly.

I thought there would be more fuss.

"Dad." Dio, who had returned home at some point, leaned against the doorframe in the shadow of the eaves behind him. "Your performance just now was so exaggerated that it made me want to vomit."

"Each each other."

Pulling Dio over, Locke pinched his face and said, "The last time you pretended to be sick to skip class, you coughed so hard that it felt like you were going to cough up your lungs."
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The Chevy jolted like crazy on the country dirt road.

Vanke held on to the roof railing tightly, and his suit was wrinkled in funny shapes by the seat belt.

"Smith! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Fan Ke roared, "Driving 80 miles per hour on this rotten road?! The tires are about to fly off!"

Smith turned a deaf ear to him, the steering wheel almost crushed in his hands, his knuckles white: "Shut up, Vanke."

"What happened to that mutant?! We haven't figured out the details about the Reapers yet!" Vanke's eyes widened. "That Locke guy is obviously lying!"

"It has nothing to do with the Reapers now!" Smith roared.

"It's the mutant that matters! The mutant!"

He slammed the steering wheel, making the Chevrolet scream along the country road.

Vanke was stunned by the shouting, then sneered: "Isn't he just a mutant? He helped us get rid of the experimental machine, isn't that a good thing? Otherwise, we wouldn't have waited until now to come here."

He spread his hands.

"Honestly, when I first saw that energy fluctuation and then it instantly died down, I thought it was just a satellite problem. Plus, there hasn't been any news from your cousin who was monitoring the farm since."

"There's also organizational reform. I was so busy that I almost forgot about it! If you hadn't suddenly suggested a return visit today, I wouldn't have mentioned it to you!"

Vanke rolled his eyes. "And yet you're so scared of mutants."

"Isn't he just a mutant?"

Smith suddenly sneered, his voice terribly low, "Isn't he just a mutant? Vanke, he's not an ordinary mutant!"

"He's a mutant who can extend steel claws from his body!"

Vank was stunned: "So? Mutants have all sorts of strange abilities, and there are plenty of them with claws!"

"Did you not read the fucking file?!"

Smith slammed on the brakes, and the tires left two hideous marks in the mud.

He pulled off his sunglasses, his eyes bloodshot. "Wolverine! The most important experimental subject since the establishment of our project!"

"Even if we only studied half of the metals on him, we would benefit greatly. Otherwise, why do you think the military values ​​us so much?!"

Smith gritted his teeth, whipped out his cell phone, and dialed a number, his fingers almost poking through the keys.

As soon as the call connected, he started cursing: "F*K! How did you even look at the farm I told you to check out?! You bastard!"

"Uncle," a lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Then it's a small, shabby farm. I'll look after it for a few days and then leave if I don't find anything."

"gone?!"

Smith's voice almost blew the roof off the car. "I want you to be monitored 24 hours a day! 24 hours!"

"Come on, that place doesn't even have an internet connection. I'm going crazy after being there for three days."

"F*k! You're fired!"

Smith hung up the phone angrily, his chest heaving violently.

With a laugh, Van Ke originally wanted to taunt—

"I told you your relatives are unreliable."

But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

Because Smith's expression was already terrifyingly gloomy, like a lion about to explode in anger.

The air in the car froze.

After a few seconds, Vanke spoke cautiously: "So what should we do now?"

Smith took a deep breath and dialed another number.

"Smith?"

There was a question on the other end of the phone.

"General Ryan."

Smith's voice was unusually tense, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. "Kansas may have found traces of Logan."

"you"

There was a suppressed, heavy breathing sound from the other end of the phone.

Fan Ke on the side swallowed his saliva.

He had never seen Smith contact the iron-blooded general directly.

Sam Lane.

General Ryan.

This man, who had been parachuted in for only a few months, had single-handedly reshaped the entire organizational system.

Even his ruthless approach to dealing with mutant crimes was so terrifying compared to the previous person in charge that Vanke thought several times about whether to run away and go home.

He was always afraid that the other party would keep killing, and in the end, everyone who had anything to do with mutants would be killed!
None of their Mutant Criminal Countermeasures Team can escape.

Therefore, most of the correspondents in the organization did not dare to call him directly even if they had his phone number. Most of them called his secretary assistant.

Afraid that he would remember his name.

"Yes, General, that's right."

I told the person on the other end of the phone the whole story in a disjointed manner, feeling the silence coming from the other end.

After taking a few deep breaths, Smith felt a lot of pressure at this moment!

"Are you sure? Is it really him?"

The general was silent for a long time. When Fan Ke felt a chill on his back, he asked again, "Tell me the exact location again."

"Kansas!"

Smith spoke rapidly, "Thanks to advances in technology, we not only have video footage, but also eyewitness accounts."

"Then organize action immediately!"

The man on the other end of the phone suddenly shouted, making the car speakers buzz.

"I'll search all of Central America to find that damn mutant!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, filled with deep hatred.

Fan Ke covered his mouth tightly, too frightened to even breathe.

"clear."

Smith's Adam's apple rolled. "But does the farmer who witnessed the incident need to be dealt with according to standard procedures?"

"Smith!"

The roar was accompanied by some sound of metal deforming, perhaps crushing the coffee cup?
"I think you've become stupid living by the old rules! Now I'm in charge of you!"

The water droplets on the car windows began to vibrate, as if even the creations of nature were afraid of the sound.

"Killing people to silence them is a cowardly act to cover up incompetence!"

"I reluctantly let you off the hook for losing your 'weapon' earlier because you offered to compensate the farmer $10,000 and the 'weapon' dissolved on its own." Each of his words shot out like a bullet. "But now tell me, did that 'weapon' resurrect, or were our people protected by those damned mutants?!"

"I think the people who really need to be dealt with are that negligent Fan Ke beside you! And your useless nephew!"

Vanke felt like he was finished.

The busy tone of the phone being hung up echoed in the car like a death knell.

Smith suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, and the tires screeched as they scraped against the edge of the road.

"Hey!" Vanke bumped into the car window, "Smith."

"Shut up."

"From now on, you are demoted to field assistant. Your salary will be deducted by 70%."

"what?!"

Fan Ke's eyes widened. "That old lunatic just said something and you—"

"This is for your own good, Vank." Smith suddenly interrupted him, "It's been more than thirty years since these people who call themselves mutants appeared."

"You don't know how cruel the organization was at that time."

"Once we discovered the inhuman characteristics of these creatures, we were funded and commissioned to begin the hunt."

"Although these things claim to be from another world, we are more concerned about their genes than this."

"That gene that can give humans super powers!"

"The only regret is—"

“We don’t understand it through research.”

"The organization was temporarily stagnant, and its financial backers all withdrew. Just when we thought the organization was doomed."

"The wolf appeared."

"We discovered him, and we found something in him that distinguishes him from other mutants."

"A very strong metal that was synthesized in some unknown way."

"You mean?" Vanke asked in astonishment, "the ones on the weapons."

"Yes."

Smith said solemnly, "The metal in his body is so powerful that we cannot test its upper limit. Some researchers even believe it is a gift from God. Is it—"

"unlimited!"

"It defies the laws of physics. It's a metal that can be infinitely regenerated!"

"And it was during those four years that we discovered a variety of exotic metals through our research on that metal."

“That’s why it was noticed by the military, recruited by the military, and became a regular organization.”

"The first generation of leaders returned home contentedly to retire, and we stopped hunting mutants and focused on researching metal."

"Then why?" Fan Ke was puzzled. "Why now?"

"Haha." Smith sneered, "If things continue like this, then everything will be fine."

“But the bad news is”

The old man with white hair on his temples looked at the town in the distance.

The outline was vague in his eyes, like...
With flames.

"Soon after the military leader took over, something went wrong. That guy found an opportunity and escaped with the other mutants."

"Do you know why Sam Lane hates mutants?"

"because."

"He was in charge of logistics and security at the time, and his wife was burned to charcoal during that sudden mutant riot."

"Why do you think he worked so hard for so many years to get to this position? Do you know why almost all the special correspondents can contact him directly now?"

"He wants to be the first to know the wolf's location!"

"Almost all mutant criminals born in this country in the past thirty years have been immediately eliminated by our joint military."

"Now the only one left is the wolf that started the mutant riot and caused hundreds of casualties in the town!"

"The wolf he can't catch no matter what!"

"So he applied for a transfer back as soon as he finished his work at the front line—"

"He's going to kill that wolf himself!"

Smith's voice was deafening.

Vanke opened his mouth, but ultimately just leaned back in his seat dejectedly.

"Don't lose heart, Vanke."

Smith sighed and said comfortingly, "Cooperate with me from now on. As long as we find the wolf, we won't suffer any loss."

"Why do you think I'm in such a hurry?"

"Because I know this matter is not only serious, but also my last chance to get promoted and make a fortune, Vanke."

"I'm 60 years old now. Before I retire, I want to give it one last try. My grandson is worried about finding a job."

"I don't want him to go back home and farm, Vanke!"

“Just like. Just like.”

"Just like the farmer on that farm just now." Smith gritted his teeth and spoke his mind. "Just like my parents and grandparents, they've never been exposed to the real world in this life! They've lived their whole lives in a daze on the farm!"
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at the same time.

the other side.

Locke naturally didn't know about Sam Ryan's affairs.
Even if he knew, he would probably just sigh at the ill-fated fate of Clark's father-in-law, his and Jonathan's future relative, and then continue to stare at the door vigilantly.

because
For some reason, his door was opened again!
(End of this chapter)