American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 52 Who is he? (3K chapter)

The gravel on the river bank rolled down at Dio's feet.

"dad--!!"

The boy's hoarse roar tore through the silence after the explosion, filled with deep despair.

Behind him, the golden shadow of the world flickered violently, just like his emotions on the verge of collapse.

His nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeping out from between his fingers, but Dio was completely unaware. His crimson eyes stared intently at the still blazing sea of ​​hellfire that had swallowed his father.

"Dior!"

A rough shout suddenly penetrated the thick smoke and tinnitus!

"Crack-!"

The dark sea behind him suddenly broke open!

A wet, muscular figure like steel and iron climbed ashore with a lot of splashing water.

White steam was rising from his whole body, he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his wolf-like muscles were trembling slightly due to the long and extreme swimming.

When he saw the flames rising into the sky from afar, he knew something was wrong and rushed here at a speed that was almost burning his life.

result…

The pungent smoke told him that he was still a step too late.

"Kid! Stop!"

Logan's roar was drowned out by the aftermath of the explosion, but Dio still rushed towards the fire without hesitation.

"Damn it!"

"Qiang!"

Six cold lights suddenly popped out, and the concrete was like tofu under his claws.

Just three takeoffs and landings allowed him to climb to the 20-meter-high coastal road.

The smoke of gunpowder hit his face, making his eyes sore.

Next to the car wreckage that was gradually turning into charred dust, he saw a figure kneeling on one knee, almost blending into the charcoal.

The always reliable farmer was now charred all over, but he was carefully protecting the baby in his arms.

"Locke?"

Logan froze in mid-air.

He saw the shocking burns on his friend's body and the melted chain debris on the ground.
His eyes were fixed on the baby's calm face.

"What the hell is going on?!" Logan's voice was low and solemn, filled with suppressed anger.

Locke raised his head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Take... us... to find... Luther..."

Before he could finish his words, he could no longer support the baby's body and fell forward slowly and uncontrollably!
"Locke!" Logan's pupils suddenly shrank and he jumped out in a leap!
The arm that popped out the steel claws narrowly avoided the baby's cheek, and the other strong hand firmly supported Locke's falling shoulders and chest.

"Hold on! What happened? And this kid..."

His eyes fell on the unusually calm baby's face again, and Logan's face was full of surprise and doubt.

"Wait... until I wake up... then..."

Locke coughed up another mouthful of foamy blood, his eyelids heavy, his breath weak, "Logan... so... sleepy..."

"Hey! Don't sleep! Locke, I ****..."

Logan was about to roar when he suddenly heard staggering and hurried footsteps in the thick smoke at the end of the road.

Dio, covered in dust and scratches, rushed out in a miserable state, and the shadow of his substitute behind him was so faint that it almost disappeared into the air.

"father!"

Seeing that his father seemed to still be breathing, Dio's tense heart suddenly relaxed and ecstasy surged in his heart.

However, when he saw the strange baby in his father's arms...

The spirit was suddenly shocked!
"Who is this?"

The night wind blew the burnt, charred fragments of US dollars between them.

In the distance, the sound of sirens became clearer and clearer as they got closer.

The baby suddenly giggled and slapped Locke's bloodstained clothes with his little hands.

Locke stuffed the baby into Dio's hand and pulled a bleak smile from the corner of his mouth:

"Hold him tight."

Subconsciously catching this soft and unfamiliar life, Dio's arms were so stiff that he didn't know what to do.

"Listen, Dio." Forcefully opening his eyes, Locke pressed down on his son's trembling shoulders. "Protect yourself, protect him."

“Dad, you?!”

Dio's voice changed.

His father's sudden last words made him feel cold all over.

But before he could think about it any further.

“Rumble——!!!”

The roar of the propellers drowned out the distant sirens.

A black helicopter with the Luther Group logo tore through the night sky, its searchlight piercing the smoke like a sword.

Dio looked up, the dazzling white light made him squint, and his golden hair danced wildly in the violent airflow.

He subconsciously hugged the baby in his arms, but the child was surprisingly quiet in such a noisy environment.

The hatch opened, and the figure of Gray Gina Hutchinson appeared in the bright light.

She was wearing a neat secretary's suit, and her gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light.

But when she saw the tragic scene on the road, her usually calm face turned pale in an instant.

"Oh, God"

Gray covered her mouth, but her professionalism allowed her to quickly suppress her shock.

"Mr. Locke! Dio! Come up quickly!"

"Bastard Locke!" Logan cursed as he lifted Locke up: "Don't die in my hands!"

"Is this the Luther you were talking about? How come he's a woman?! You got a girlfriend?! Hey! Locke, I secretly looked at the combination to your safe last time! Is the combination your birthday?!"

Um.
Logan was trying his best to think of dirty talk, trying to use noise and stimulation to keep Locke awake at least a little.

But Locke could no longer hear. The mental exhaustion from overusing his Stand had left him unconscious, and he could only let Wolverine drag him toward the helicopter.

Red eyes flickered in the firelight, and Dio didn't know what he was thinking.

Until the baby in his arms suddenly stretched out his little hand and grabbed his collar, as if silently urging him.

"tsk"

Finally, Dio spat fiercely, holding the baby and strode towards the helicopter.

Quickly making way, Gray reached out and pulled Dior onto the plane. Her gaze lingered on the baby's face for a moment, and with a slightly frowned brow, she was about to ask about the child's origins.

"..."

Dio raised his head suddenly, his eyes as cold as a knife piercing Gray instantly, carrying an unquestionable warning and a hint of hidden anxiety.

Gray's heart trembled, and she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She just looked at the baby deeply, then quickly looked away and turned to help put the baby in place.

"Alright, hurry up!" Logan yelled at the driver, "The cops will be here any longer!"

"boom--!"

The helicopter banked sharply and climbed rapidly.

Below, the belated police cars blocked the road, but they could only watch the black shadow disappear into the clouds.
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early morning.

The sunlight, like molten gold, slowly spread over the towering Gothic spires of Luther Manor.

The manor is located on a cliff overlooking the metropolis. The gray-white stone walls are covered with ivy, and the pointed arch window frames reflect the cold light.

This is Lionel Luthor's kingdom.

An island built of money.

In the guest room of the east wing of the manor, sunlight seeped through the gaps in the thick velvet curtains, casting a thin golden line on the oak floor. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and ancient oak, and the remaining ashes in the fireplace proved that someone had been watching all night last night.

A cup of coffee, long since cooled, sat on the bedside table, next to a neatly folded copy of the *Metropolitan Daily*.

It was in this silence that Locke suddenly woke up.

He sat up in bed, his fingers unconsciously running over his body.

Broken ribs, burns
Ok? !

Locke was stunned. The place he touched was intact?
His physical injuries were actually healed? !
"dad?!"

A crisp sound came from the bedside, and the chair made a harsh sound when scraping on the floor.

The boy's blond hair was messy and sticky, and he had dark circles under his eyes, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

"You finally woke up."

Dio's voice trembled as he threw himself into Locke's arms.

"Aren't we all fine?" Locke said gently as his palm fell on the blonde hair, "The problem has been solved. You should be happy."

Dio's Adam's apple rolled, and complex emotions surged in his red eyes. He slapped Locke's hand away: "Don't try that!"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? That last night..."

"That monster nearly burned you to a crisp!"

The birdsong outside the window became clearer. Looking at his son's tense face, Locke suddenly chuckled:

"Are you afraid that Daddy will die?"

"No."

"I just"

His gaze drifted to where the wound should have been on Locke's chest, and his voice lowered, "Well, after all, you promised me that you wouldn't die."

These words stabbed into Locke's heart like a knife.

Only then did he realize with great clarity how deeply fearful and hurt he had brought to this seemingly rebellious boy who actually relied on him immensely, by his determination to die together with his own enemies last night.

"Dior!"

Locke pulled his son's shoulders with both hands, making him look at him, his eyes were extremely serious, and his tone was firm:
"Dad won't die!"

"I will definitely do what I promised!"

"This is what you said?"

Dio suddenly looked up, his voice becoming a little lighter: "Promise?"

"Yes! I said it!" Locke said firmly, "This is the way of being a father!"

Dio blinked, a mixture of cunning and tentative light shining in his eyes.

"So can we spend a week in Metropolis? That's what you said! You promised it yourself!"

"."

Hearing this, the warmth on Locke's face instantly froze, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"No."

"Why?!"

"Who told you to follow me secretly?" Locke pulled Dio's ear in anger. "You little brat, I almost forgot about this! You disobeyed me and acted on your own, and you still want to bargain?!"

"But if I had stayed here obediently, you would have been roasted by now!" Dio struggled with a grimacing expression. "Dad, have you become an ungrateful old man now?!"

"Humph!"

Locke let go of his hand and watched his son rub his red ears. Seeing that the worry and fear in his eyes seemed to be diluted a little by this familiar play, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Wait.?

Suddenly remembering a key question, he frowned curiously: "Speaking of which... Dio,"

"How did you find me then?"

That place is definitely not something a teenager can easily track down.

"."

"My Father"

After a moment of silence, the boy deliberately paused, and then asked in a tone that was a bit mysterious and imitative:
"Do you believe in gravity?"

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