American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Use the genetic engineering technology I gave you, which far surpasses your current capabilities, to customize a perfect body for me, tailored to my requirements." It seemed to be describing a trivial matter. "And in return..."

"These 'little suggestions' I give you, and the supreme glory and absolute dominance they can bring to you and the Luther Group, will all belong to you."

"This is the 'bonus' you deserve."

"not to mention"

The voice suddenly changed its tone, piercing the softest and most anxious corner of Lionel's heart. For the first time, the gentle tone was filled with a subtle temptation. "Haven't you always longed to completely eradicate the damned genetic defect for your brilliant but tortured son?"

"This technology is the key to that future."

"A healthy heir and an impeccable empire...what a perfect combination, isn't it?"

"..."

Lionel remained silent.

The light of the holographic projection flowed across his lenses, and a grand blueprint of ambition flashed through his mind, then was covered by Lex's face.

The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the silent pressure slowly spreading.

"correct."

The inhuman voice sounded again, breaking the silence, still with a sense of ease:

"Regarding this grand plan we're all promoting together, I feel...it needs a code name."

"from now on."

"How about calling it DOX1.5?"

Chapter 64 Blizzard

1999, the turn of the century.

The December Kansas sky was bearing down on Smallwell.

Christmas is approaching, but even closer

But it is the vanguard of the blizzard.

The biting cold wind began to whistle, picking up the snow foam on the ground and whipping it against the car windows, making a fine and dense rustling sound, so that people could feel the biting cold even through the glass.

However, on the way back, the sufficient heating in the pickup truck temporarily blocked out the coldness outside the window.

Dio leaned against the car window bored, the ends of his golden hair swaying gently with the bumps of the car body. He looked out the window at the sky that was quickly swallowed by gray, his eyes a little empty.

Clark sat in the passenger seat, leaning sideways to chat with Locke who was driving.

There was a barely perceptible worry in his eyes.

"Is Sarafiel really okay? Uncle Locke."

"Clark, you've asked me this for the fifth time." Locke's voice came from the driver's seat. "Not only is Sarafiel fine, she's also significantly healthier than the average child."

My own family.

Thinking of this, Locke couldn't help but laugh.

Sarafel just sneezed and coughed a few times.

Martha and Jonathan were both very worried and had no appetite.

So I couldn't persuade them and had no choice but to let them take Sarafiel to the clinic in the town.

I went to the farm next door

"That"

"Will Grandpa Bob and the others be alright tonight?" Clark asked, his voice clear amid the engine noise. "The snow seems to be getting heavier."

"Relax, Clark." Locke gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes scanning the increasingly blurred outline of the farm in the rearview mirror. "We helped old Bob reinforce his crumbling livestock shed, and moved his most precious vegetable plot to the greenhouse, and also thickened the insulation layer."

"And his old house is very solid, and the fireplace is quite bright."

He paused, his tone filled with the farmer's conviction:

"Old Bob has dealt with this weather his whole life. He'll be fine with this snowy day."

"It is said that when he was young, he was out there doing some great luck and even drove to Antarctica."

"Oh~"

Clark thought so too.

How could such an experienced old man be defeated by the wind and snow?

"dad."

Dio spoke.

"Ok?"

"The snow seems to be getting heavier."

Hearing this, Locke rolled down the window, and sure enough, it was.

The power of nature is far beyond what weather forecasts can predict.

They had barely left Bob's farm for more than ten minutes when a veritable blizzard descended like a white beast freed from its restraints! The snowflakes no longer drifted down, but were carried by the raging hurricane, slamming into the ground like dense white cannonballs!

Visibility dropped sharply to less than ten meters within a few minutes!

There was only roiling white chaos between heaven and earth. The beams of light from the car lights tried in vain to cut out two blurry, swaying halos in the violent snow fog, but could not illuminate the road ahead.

Locke gripped the steering wheel tightly and couldn't help but speed up the car.

We must leave this dangerous open area as soon as possible, otherwise we will be flooded when the snow gets heavy.

He didn't want to run back with these two silly boys in his arms.

"This damn weather..."

Dio frowned and muttered, his body subconsciously leaning towards the heater.

"Dio, did you hear anything?"

"Big fool, you think there will be in the snowstorm."

"boom!"

Clark sat up straight and elbowed Dio in the chest near the heater.

"Big idiot! Do you want to fight?!"

His elbow was dragged by an invisible force, but Clark didn't care. His ears moved very slightly, and a hint of urgency flashed in his blue eyes.

"Uncle Locke!" he said urgently, his voice penetrating the noise of the engine and the wind and snow. "Listen carefully!"

With his eyebrows slightly frowned, Locke reacted extremely quickly. Without any hesitation, he stepped on the brake with his right foot!

The pickup truck made a harsh friction sound in the thick snow and slid for a while before it came to a thrilling stop.

The car instantly fell into an eerie silence, with only the low breathing of the engine and the howling sounds of wind and snow outside the window.

"Woo-baa-baa-baa-"

The extremely weak and intermittent cries for help, mixed with the terrified and shrill cries of the sheep, were torn by the strong wind and drifted into the ears of the three people.

"there!"

Clark's gaze penetrated the rolling snow curtain and pointed accurately at the shadow of a slope on the right side of the road, which was blurred by the wind and snow.

"Uncle, there's a car over there! It seems to be stuck in the ditch!"

Looking in the direction Clark pointed, Locke had an idea and immediately summoned a platinum telescope to look through the dancing snow curtain.

really

One could barely see a dark, old van tilted in the roadside ditch, with half of its rear wheel stuck deep in it and the vehicle almost overturned.

Next to the car, a short figure wearing a thick but worn cotton jacket and a headscarf was waving his arms in vain, stumbling in the knee-deep snow, trying to gather a few panicked sheep running around in the wind and snow back to a small cave.

And more sheep were running away in panic like white ghosts, about to disappear in the depths of the vast snowfield.

"That's not good."

Locke frowned, his eyes instantly becoming serious:

"If this continues, both people and sheep will freeze to death."

"Stay in your car, lock the door, and don't get out and cause trouble."

Clark and Dio looked at each other, but nodded.

"I'll go check it out, be good."

I pushed open the car door suddenly, and a breath of cold air rushed into my lungs.

Turning his head to look at the two people sitting obediently in the back seat of the car, Locke closed the door.

The biting cold wind and snowflakes rushed in instantly, and the tall figure was swallowed up by the violent wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

He trudged to the truck, taking one step forward and one step back. The biting cold wind almost suffocated him.

When I walked into the truck, I saw an old man with deep wrinkles on his face and frost on his beard and eyebrows, trembling anxiously.

Seeing someone coming, a faint light ignited in the old man's turbid eyes, but after glancing at the heavy snow in the sky, it quickly dimmed.

He only spoke tremblingly, his voice cut by the cold wind, and his words were incoherent:

"Hello, young man, are you also trapped in this blizzard?"

"I'm Henry Sullivan, who recently moved to Smallwell. How can I help you?"

Locke: “?”

Should I say this?

"Mr. Henry, it looks like you're the one in trouble, right?"

Henry was stunned for a moment, but could only sigh and say, "I was herding the sheep home, but I got lost..."

"Later, we found this cave and used a cart to block the entrance to house the sheep. But then the weather got so bad! The wheels slipped and we fell into the ditch!"

"When the sheep heard the loud noise, they were frightened and ran away in all directions."

He patted the old man's frozen shoulders and glanced at the little white dots still running blindly in the snow.

"Calm down for a moment, Mr. Henry. How many sheep do you have?"

"Twelve?" Henry was stunned.

What does this young man want to do?

"Then stay put here and try to gather the remaining sheep. I'll help you get back the ones that have strayed."

"What?! Young man?! It's a blizzard now, you should hurry up and come into the cave with me and huddle with the remaining lambs."

"."

Looking at the figure that was about to be swallowed by the rolling snow, Old Henry became a little anxious and wanted to chase after it immediately.

but.

"Star Platinum!"

The low roar drowned out the roar of the wind and snow!

A purple shadow suddenly appeared like lightning tearing through the snow curtain!

Ignoring the violent snowstorm and the distance between them, it teleported with Locke to a frightened sheep in the distance! Its huge, armor-clad palm displayed incredible gentleness, transforming into the most stable cradle, embracing the terrified sheep!

The next second, a purple light flashed and appeared next to another lost sheep!

Almost when old Henry had just taken a few breaths and was about to catch up with Locke.

"What-!"

The flock of sheep huddled together in front of the man, trembling and bleating as if they had survived a disaster.

"Oh, God"

Looking at the flock of sheep being brought back, old Henry subconsciously made the sign of the cross on his chest.

He opened his mouth, seemingly oblivious to the cold, as if he had witnessed a miracle.