American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 39 scared me to death; it turned out to be just the IRS.

The autumn morning mist shrouded the Kent farm, and the golden stubble shimmered in the morning sun.

Logan is gone.

As suddenly as he had arrived, this weathered warrior had quietly departed.

When Locke discovered it, only a few crumpled US dollar bills were left on the sofa in the living room.

“This is the Kansas hotspot.”

"The latest developments regarding the Smallville school bus drowning incident!"

The voice of the female anchor on TV made Jonathan, who was frying bacon, stop using the spatula. He turned off the fire and went to the living room, wiped his hands, and stared at the picture on the screen.

"Yesterday another 37 parents joined the protest, demanding the government to immediately"

The camera panned across the angry crowd, with angry parents holding placards.

Our children are not bait!
These bright red characters are particularly eye-catching.

In front of the steps of the town hall, several officials in suits were wiping their sweat and explaining something.

"Townfolks! Listen to me!"

"The state legislature has allocated $800,000 in emergency funds, and the first construction team arrived this morning."

"We will build roads, we will build bridges."

After the words fell, the camera switched again——

Broken bridge pier.

I saw more than twenty workers wearing safety helmets setting up fences.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was talking to a reporter. The name tag on his chest reflected the sun so much that only the four small words "Lionel" could be vaguely seen.

"I just saw Old Bob." Jonathan put the bacon from the pot on his sandwich and stared at the TV. He was itching to say, "The sign that this old guy is holding is almost poking the mayor in the face."

"What do you think? If I go to the protest, will I also be on TV?"

Martha rolled her eyes at him, knitting non-stop: "How old are you? Why are you still so eager to show off?"

"hey-hey."

"How can you say that?" Jonathan grinned, revealing a nostalgic look. "When Locke was studying, if I hadn't been the parent who always took the spotlight, he wouldn't have been able to..."

"Jonathan!"

Locke's face darkened, and the coffee cup in his hand made a crackling sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it any more."

Jonathan raised his hands in surrender, but there was still a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"father!"

Clark blinked his blue eyes curiously. "Go on! I want to know Uncle Locke's story, too."

Dad’s youth?
Dio pretended to be flipping through a physics book.

However, his red eyes kept glancing at Jonathan, and it was obvious that he also wanted to hear about this past story.

Locke shook his head helplessly and changed the subject directly:
"Let's not talk about Jonathan for now, Martha, about Clark this time..."

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning was clear.

This school bus incident has caused such a big stir. Will Clark's abnormal behavior attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives?
Jonathan hesitated for a moment.

"Locke, if it doesn't work," he took a deep breath, "let's take Clark away."

"What about the farm?" Locke frowned.

"You'll take over, right, brother?" Jonathan smiled bitterly.

"Is that so?" Locke pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Then you can take Dio with you. I'll stay and take care of the farm's affairs. I'll find a suitable time to sell it, and I'll reunite with you in about a year or two."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Clark lowered his head, his fingers tightly clenched around the hem of his clothes.

He just felt that everything was his fault, if he hadn't impulsively saved others...
"It's okay." Martha forced a smile and gently ruffled Clark's curly hair. "Jonathan, don't be so pessimistic. No one has come to your door yet, which means that the incident was just an accident."

"Ding~"

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Everyone paused.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Hello!"

A strange male voice came from outside the door, its tone light and somewhat eerily cheerful. Locke gestured for Jonathan and Martha to be quiet, then slowly walked towards the door.

When I opened the door, a man in a suit was standing on the porch.

Raindrops dripped from the eaves, splashing small drops of water next to the man's shiny leather shoes.

He had his hair neatly combed back and the badge on his chest gleamed.

"IRS?" Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

He was ready to knock out the investigator and run away with his family.

It turns out it was just the IRS.

"IRS?" Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.

It turns out it was just the IRS.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jonathan Kent?"

The man nodded, smiled, and took off his sunglasses. He asked curiously, "You look in a good mood?"

"I'm Jonathan Kent."

"He's the farmer next door to me, Locke Kent."

The voice that rang out from inside the house made the man squeeze into the house following the words.

He looked around at the people in the room and was surprised to find that everyone looked relieved.

Oh my god.
The man sniffed, and his favorability towards Locke and Jonathan skyrocketed.

These people are definitely not ordinary farmers!

They are farmers with conscience and culture!

Look at him, he looks so relieved when he sees him coming.

It's obvious that they can't wait to contribute to our American national defense!
God knows how many farmers have been rude to him during this period.

Obviously, their recent policies have been improved.
Those ignorant farmers not only didn't know how to cherish it but also complained all the time.

He was even nearly beaten up a few days ago, and was so angry that he almost wrote a document requesting the dispatch of the tax troops.

"Let me introduce myself." He pulled a document from his briefcase. "IRS Investigator, Kristen Ford."

"Right, I remembered."

"You are Mr. Locke, right? No wonder I couldn't find you just now."

Kristen smiled brightly.

There was no sign of him getting furious at the gate of Locke Farm just now because he couldn't find anyone.

"So who are you two?"

"Brother." Jonathan said without hesitation.

"Haha, look at my memory, you two are both Kent."

Christen smiled and found a chair to sit down, her briefcase resting on her knees.

He was about to speak, but...
His whole body was filled with excitement.

what?
Christen was startled to see two little heads, one gold and one black, popping out from behind the sofa, staring at him.

The one with red eyes looked at him with scrutiny, as if he were dissecting a frog, while the one with blue eyes sparkled with excessive curiosity.

"Haha. Who are these two young masters?"

Christen's hand trembled and the briefcase slipped to the ground.

"My son." Jonathan put his arm around Clark's shoulders.

"My son." Locke ruffled Dio's blond hair.

"So full of energy!"

Christen picked up the briefcase with a dry laugh, "I'm sure they'll all be great at running a farm in the future."

He forcibly changed the subject and glanced at the protest footage still playing on TV:
"Since you two are following the news, you should be able to guess the purpose of my visit?"

Jonathan shook his head blankly: "I've been busy harvesting recently."

“I understand, I understand!” Christen interrupted him excitedly, shaking out a stack of colorful brochures from his bag. “You guys usually go to town to pay your taxes on your own initiative, so I’ve come in person this time with some really great news!”

"Look, you two."

"Starting this year, the Federal Agriculture Improvement and Reform Act and the Taxpayer Relief Act will begin to take effect."

(End of this chapter)