Kansas was a typical inland state in the United States. The weather was always sunny and hospitable. There was a smell in the air that was different from the coast. Although it wasn't as dry and desolate as Nevada, Saber, who had lived in Gotham for a long time, was still not used to it, even though it had only been a few minutes.
The higher the life level, the higher the adaptability of the individual to the environment. In fact, if Saber was thrown into magma, he might not die, but he would live a more painful life.
"So, where is this place?"
Saber waved his left hand, and a black baseball cap appeared in his hand. He put it on his head, pressed it down, and looked around. In the wee hours of the morning, Sim landed on a large farm on the edge of Kansas. Saber walked for the rest of the hour.
After all, considering the ability of ordinary people to accept, a large demon like Sim would inevitably cause a lot of trouble once it was discovered. At present, SHIELD didn't know that he had come to Kansas to look for the small spiders. Once the matter was exposed, Tony would be in a lot of trouble.
His friends had risked their lives to help him, so he couldn't let them get into trouble. This was one of his rules.
"Friend, a box of Marlboros."
He walked into a roadside gas station and chatted with the salesman. The latter was very familiar with travel-worn backpackers like Saber. Although there were no famous tourist attractions in Kansas, there were still a lot of tourists here.
"Say, where is this place?"
Saber played with a cigarette in his hand. He wasn't crazy enough to light a cigarette in the gas tank. He pretended to be confused and looked at the talkative salesman in front of him. He asked, "I sat in the car all night and got out in front of you in a daze. I've been walking for an hour, and this is the first human building I've encountered. I almost thought I was thrown into the goddamn wilderness."
"Haha, then you must've been fooled by those unscrupulous long-distance bus drivers!"
The middle-aged man laughed and patted Saber's shoulder. "You're from somewhere else, aren't you? Judging from your age and skin color, you're a foreign student? "
"Hmm … you can say that."
Saber shrugged. "I'm an exchange intern at Gotham City's Arkham Research Center. I'm here to look for someone. I have a friend here, and I need to bring him back. His uncle and aunt are worried sick."
"Never heard of it."
The uncle shook his head decisively. He rubbed his chin and said in a low voice,
"But if you're looking for someone, you'd better go to the nearby police station and ask around. Just follow this road for 30 minutes and you'll reach Kent Farm. Mrs. Kent is a nice person, but her husband passed away in a tornado four years ago. Their son is often away from home. You can rest there and call the police."
"Oh? Kent Farm. Sounds like a good place. "
Saber blinked. "Is the farm the closest to here?"
"Yes, Kent Farm and this half-dead gas station are the only buildings within a five-kilometer radius. When Old Kent was still alive, he was a person who liked peace and quiet, so he moved here with his family."
The salesman sighed. "He was such a nice person. Unfortunately, he died in a tornado to save his dog. What a pity."
"Aren't they afraid of danger?"
Saber asked curiously. "The security in Kansas isn't very good, right?"
"About that …"
The middle-aged man looked around and lowered his voice mysteriously. "This is what I want to tell you. It's said that a 'ghost' is protecting the Kent family and the entire town of Morwell. Did you know? We haven't had any murders in five years, not even the most common robberies!
"If there's a safest place in America, it's in Morwell without a doubt!"
Saber was stunned by the man's words. He looked at the man with a strange expression, pushed up his sunglasses, and said in a low voice, "Are you kidding me?
"Are you kidding me, man? A ghost? Who still believes in such things these days? "
The middle-aged man was instinctively unhappy when he heard someone questioning him, but for some reason, he always felt a special sense of obedience when facing Saber. Therefore, he suppressed his displeasure and explained in detail.
"It's true. Everyone in this town knows about it. Some elderly people even think that the ghost is a messenger of God. But I know that he's not an angel. Believe me, I've seen it with my own eyes!"
The middle-aged man became more and more excited. He lowered his voice again, leaned over the counter, and said excitedly, "It was a year ago.
"That was a year ago. One day, there was a bastard from another city. He was about the same height as you, and he was chatting with me like this. Then, he suddenly took out a gun and asked me to take out all my money. That bastard, all my money was used to support my son's education. How could I give it to him? So I resisted. The guy was so angry that he wanted to shoot. Guess what happened? "
"Hmm?"
Saber snorted. The middle-aged man's eyes widened and his voice became excited.
"Just as he was shooting, the ghost appeared! He was right in front of me. He looked like a young man. I only saw his back. The bullets hit him and even sparks flew. He only used one fist, maybe a few fingers. I swear, he just flicked it lightly! "
Bang!
The middle-aged man vividly simulated the scene and even added his own voice.
"That bastard was smashed into the wall. Look! That's it. I've fixed it, but if you look closely, you can still see a dent. That bastard who dared to commit murder in Morwell had seven of his ribs broken by the ghost. He's still receiving treatment in the local mental hospital. "
Saber pushed his glasses and turned his head to the side. With his eyesight, he could naturally see the marks. It proved that the middle-aged man was right. Although it might be a little exaggerated, it was basically true. This piqued Saber's interest.
Although Saber often smashed his enemies into the wall with one slap, that was because of his inhuman strength. To be able to do so with one hand, his strength was not much weaker than Saber's. Besides, if it was just a casual blow, it meant that the guy had not used his full strength.
After all, that was a human, not a nail. The force required to smash a person into the wall was simply amazing.
"Hmm … Looks like this town is getting more and more interesting."
Saber rubbed his chin and turned to look at the middle-aged man. He took out five bills from his pocket and placed them on the table. "Come, tell me more about the ghost. I'm very interested."
When he saw the money, the middle-aged man's face immediately turned ugly. He slammed the table and said loudly,
"Are you insulting me? Buddy, I don't want your money. Although I … "
Saber took off his glasses. The red light in his eyes flickered like flames. He looked at the middle-aged man and said in a low voice, "Cut the crap.
"Cut the crap. Speak!"
"Al … Okay."
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell of the remote Kent Farm rang. Mrs. Kent, who was cooking for her son in the house, was startled. The old woman, who was over fifty years old, looked up and saw a young man with a backpack standing in the yard. He looked travel-worn.
She reached out and washed her hands with water. Wearing a sunhat, she walked over. She asked cautiously through the door.
"Child, who are you looking for?"
Saber coughed softly.
"It's like this, madam. I'm looking for my lost cousin. He's a drug addict and ran away from home yesterday. He's showing signs of violence. Before he hurts anyone, I have to bring him back. I want to ask, did you see any strangers around here yesterday?"
"Oh, you're talking about the kid from last night."
After listening to Saber's story, Mrs. Kent didn't open the door. Instead, she stood at the door and said to Saber, "He looks like he's young.
"That child looks like he just reached adulthood. He has black hair, right?"
"Yes! Have you seen him? "
Saber's eyes lit up. He hurriedly asked, "He appeared around here?"
"He broke into our farm last night. No wonder he was unconscious. He probably picked up the bad habits of young people."
Mrs. Kent frowned, then relaxed. "My Clark is still the most obedient. He doesn't touch those things. Your cousin injured our shepherd dog and almost killed a cow. My son went after him. He should be back soon."
"Hmm?"
Saber looked at the old woman in front of him in surprise. He asked softly, "My cousin is the champion of the Gotham kickboxing competition. Madam, are you sure your son will be fine alone?"
"Of course. My little Clark can easily teach that ruffian a lesson!"
When the old woman heard that her son was suspected, she was naturally unhappy. She put her hands on her hips and said to Saber, "Wait at the door. They might be back soon."
She was about to turn around and leave when Seiber called out to her.
"Madam, can you let me in? I'll compensate you for the damage my cousin caused you. You see, I'm a doctor from Gotham. I'm also a trustworthy person. I've been on the road for the whole day. I just want a chair to rest. "
Mrs. Kent turned around and saw the doctor's certificate in Saber's hand. She took it and looked at Saber suspiciously.
"Arkham Abnormal Human Research Center? Sounds like a mental hospital. Dr. Saber Hawk, wait, you're really a doctor? "
Saber shrugged.
"Yes, I have a doctorate in psychology. I specialize in dangerous behavior modification. My cousin is a patient there. I have to find him. His uncle and aunt are going crazy. That kid is too troublesome."
"Hmm …"
Mrs. Kent looked at the doctor's certificate in her hand. She thought for a moment and opened the door. She said to Saber, "There's no need for compensation.
"There's no need for compensation. If you really want to make it up to us, then help my little Clark with counseling. That child has been a bit of a loner since he was young. His father and I moved here to help him grow up better. He doesn't want to go to the hospital, but I think if you really are an expert, you should be able to solve this problem, right?"
Saber was stunned. He reached out to pull on the brim of his hat. Not far away, a shepherd dog with a wounded hind leg seemed to smell danger. It turned to look at Saber and was about to growl. However, when it met Saber's gaze, the black and white shepherd dog obediently lay on the ground. Upon closer inspection, it was even trembling.
"Uh, okay, ma 'am."
Saber flexed his fingers. "Then I'll accept this request as compensation. Trust me, I'm a professional when it comes to purifying the soul."
While Saber and Mrs. Kent were chatting happily, in the middle of the barren land outside Morwill Town, a fierce chase was underway.
Little Spider, whose mind was muddled, was running forward with all his might. His clothes were tattered and even the black armor had terrifying cracks. It hung on his shoulder half-dead. He was like a panicked beast running away, as if there was something dangerous chasing after him.
Bang!
A burly figure descended from the sky at lightning speed. The moment his steel-like fist came crashing down, Little Spider activated his spider sense and dodged to the left in a strange manner, dodging the blow. However, he couldn't dodge the whirlwind-like fist that came crashing down on him.
Bang!
Parker was sent flying by the punch and fell to the ground in a sorry state. However, he got up in the next moment. The black substance on his shoulder seemed to have sensed the danger and quickly spread all over his body. In less than two seconds, a crazy and ugly Venom appeared on the barren land.
Opposite Venom, a young man wearing a cowboy hat and denim clothes often worn by farmers stood there casually. Under the shadow of the cowboy hat, he revealed an interested smile.
He reached out and hooked his finger at Venom, the disdain in his eyes obvious.
"Monster, come … hit me and I'll let you go!"
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