Chapter 1223: The Farm of Justice (22)

The first day the huge Lamborghini tractor was delivered to the car dealership in Smallville, it caused a sensation in the whole town, and when it was the Kent father and son who came to receive it, it was even more sensational.

Everyone knew that Kent Farm was the leader here, and old Kent was a practical man who had farmed all his life, not a rich man who needed luxury cars to show off his wealth.

Moreover, Jonathan's slightly stingy lifestyle was famous throughout the whole Smallville town. Everyone wanted to know how many strings were wrong in his brain before he would buy such an expensive tractor.

Jonathan walked into the car yard while counting on Clark, but he couldn't hide the happiness on his face. He wasn't happy about soon owning a Lamborghini tractor, but that his son had actually made a good friend who would exchange gifts with him.

Jonathan and Clark stood in front of this huge tractor. Jonathan said with tears in his eyes, "When you were young, because Martha and I were worried that your abnormality would be discovered by others and bring you danger, we rarely took you out to socialize."

"The population of the small town was not large to begin with, and young people were not willing to stay here to do farm work, which led to you having no friends of the same age locally. The people you were familiar with were either middle school classmates or people of my generation."

"I am really glad that Martha and I let you go to Metropolis to attend university instead of staying here to read agricultural training classes. Big cities make people open-minded and far-sighted, and will also let you make many good friends. I was really worried that you wouldn't make friends..."

Clark hugged Jonathan and patted his back soothingly. He knew what Jonathan was worried about.

That meteorite that fell that night completely changed the life trajectory of the young farm-owning couple. They loved this child so much, but they also understood that he wasn't human. If he wanted to integrate into human society, he had to pay an extra price.

Jonathan wasn't worried that Clark wouldn't make friends, but that Clark would be discovered to be abnormal if he interacted too deeply with any human. Humans instinctively rejected things that weren't of their own kind. Jonathan was worried that Clark would invest feelings but get hurt.

Jonathan often taught Clark not to accept expensive gifts from others, but expensive gifts represented more precious intentions, representing Clark's weight in their hearts.

In Jonathan's view, Bruce and Diana were both rich people living in big cities. They might not know much about tractors, so they could only choose the best within their ability. This represented their precious intentions for Clark, so Jonathan didn't care about those questioning eyes.

The technical staff of the car dealership drove this big tractor to Kent Farm. Martha welcomed them out happily. Diana, who was walking behind, poked Bruce with her elbow and said, "This is the most special luxury car you own, right?"

"That's right. It's too high, I'm afraid it can't be driven into the garage of Wayne Manor at all."

"I mean, this is a super cool gift you gave your friend. If it were me, I would remember it for a lifetime."

Bruce was silent and didn't answer. Diana continued, "Those media reports about your playboy side are actually all disguised by you. It looks like you are not flamboyant, not talkative, not willing to socialize, and even a bit taciturn."

"What major did you study in university?" Bruce asked.

"History."

"I thought you studied psychology."

After speaking, Bruce stepped forward, came to the side of the Lamborghini tractor, and saw Clark, who was sitting in the main driver's seat studying the buttons, reach out his arm toward him. Bruce pulled his arm with force, got on the car, and sat in the passenger seat.

Clark looked at the pile of buttons with his hands ready, but then appeared a bit confused. He first grasped the handle and then said, "Uh, I know these two keys are forward and backward... and this reading, it should be speed, this key is to check the connection, and this..."

"Very good, I recognize about a dozen keys and six types of data on this machine," Clark touched his lips and said, "Then the question comes, what are the remaining 40-plus buttons, 60 gears, and 20-plus types of data for?"

"So, you don't know how to drive a tractor?"

"I don't know how to drive a Lamborghini!"

The two stared at each other. A few dozen seconds later, Bruce beckoned to Clark and said, "Get out of the way, let me do it."

The two exchanged positions. Bruce first studied the steering wheel handle and some buttons on the panel.

Clark leaned beside him, pointed to the data on the panel, and said, "These are all in German, there is Italian on the panel over there, there are strange German abbreviations here, what is that over there? Latin? Why is there just no English?"

"Don't talk, I'm studying." Bruce operated the handle, tilted his head, looked at the rearview mirror again, pressed a button on the handle, and then pulled it back hard. With a "bang," the car bumped.

At this time, Clark hadn't discovered the severity of the problem. He was still trying to understand the complex data on the panel.

Bruce looked at the buttons on the panel. He knew German and Italian, but the labels written on these buttons were all abbreviations, just the kind of identification with only a few capital letters. Bruce didn't know what those were abbreviations for, but he made an understanding according to his own speculation.

The biggest gain for Bruce, who had experienced the war of hell, was that he lost a bit of overly cautious affectation and gained a bit of courage to charge forward.

Bruce reached out, pressed a button, gripped the operating lever, first pushed it to the right, then pushed it forward. With a "boom," the tractor rushed out directly.

The strong push-back feeling almost flashed Clark's waist. His back of the head hit the back of the chair with a "bang," and with a "crack," the metal rod fixing the headrest behind his head broke directly. The headrest, like a leaf blown up by the wind, was thrown on the road by the speeding tractor.

The Lamborghini tractor rushed out directly along the road at the entrance of Kent Farm. The rumbling sound was louder than last night's spring thunder.

Clark shouted in the roar of the engine: "Why did you drive at maximum horsepower directly??!

Don't you know how to drive a Lamborghini?!

!"

"But I don't know how to drive a tractor!

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

"What are you two doing?!"

Diana flew to the side of the speeding tractor, tightening her arms to maintain a streamlined posture as she followed the tractor's airflow forward. She turned her head to look at the two men inside the cab who were gripping the grab bars for dear life, and roared, "Do you two enjoy speeding that much?!"

It's a Lamborghini, but it's a tractor!

! Stop quickly!

!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

!"

The violent sound made Diana and Clark cover their ears. When the huge tractor sped up on the rural road, the smoke and dust were as big as a missile explosion. Diana ate a mouthful of dirt, coughed constantly, and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Brake! Brake quickly!" Clark shouted in horror: "There's a turn ahead, turn the steering wheel!

!"

Hearing Clark shout to brake, Bruce decisively braked, but there was a curve ahead. Before the speed dropped, he had to continue turning the steering wheel.

And while turning the steering wheel and braking, the result was that the Lamborghini tractor drew a smooth arc and drifted through the curve.

Finally, the grumpy Amazon princess couldn't bear it anymore. She flew to the back of the car, grabbed a long rope like a whip out of thin air with her right hand, and threw it out. With a "swoosh," the Lasso of Truth tied up the entire tractor from hundreds of meters away.

Diana wrapped her hands around the tail of the lasso, exerted force with her arms, and pulled back hard. A harsh braking sound rang out, black smoke rolled out from the bottom of the tires, and the tractor, which was colliding like a wild bull, finally stopped.

Clark lay on the operating table in front, slowly stretched out his hand, and gave a thumbs up to Bruce beside him.

Bruce pressed his forehead against the place where he hit the iron frame beside him. After taking his hand away, he found that his hand was full of blood.

When the huge steel machine ran, the deafening roar and the tremor brought by the engine working at full power made the eardrums and muscles of the people sitting in the car buzz.

But at the same time, such tremors also ignited the fire in the blood. Clark beside him laughed first, the rhythm of his laughter like his heartbeat, rapid and enthusiastic. Bruce leaned his head back on the back of the chair, and his low laughter was also like his heartbeat, slow and powerful.

Driving a Lamborghini tractor to speed on a country road, what exactly was interesting about it, neither of them could say.

But that kind of slightly absurd joy that suddenly rose in the heart like newly sown wheat seedlings was simple and pure, making people want to laugh and also want to cry.

The laughter stopped abruptly when the dusty Diana stood on the hood of the tractor with her arms crossed. Feeling Diana's death stare, Clark coughed twice, pushed open the car door, and walked off the car, saying:

"This tractor is good everywhere, it's just a bit too complex. We might need an instruction manual. I'll go back and get it now, and I'll be back in a while."

Diana sighed deeply. The look she gave the two of them was like looking at two dogs that had bitten the sofa.

After Clark flew away, Diana sat in the driver's seat. As soon as Bruce turned his head, Diana saw the blood on his forehead. Diana exclaimed, and then, a little light lit up on her fingertips.

She gently pressed her finger on Bruce's temple. When Bruce's blue eyes looked up at her, Diana withdrew her finger in a panic.

She thought she would hear flamboyant flirting from Bruce's mouth, but Bruce looked at her very seriously and asked: "You used a rope to hold the tractor?"

"Oh, yes, that rope is... sigh, I don't know how to explain it to you, anyway... well, actually I know magic..."

"I mean, if you can hold it once, you can hold it a second time, right?"

Diana narrowed her eyes. She had a bad premonition. Soon, this bad premonition came true.

Clark, holding the instruction manual, flew back quickly. The "instruction manual" for this Lamborghini tractor was thicker than an ordinary novel. The three of them put their heads together and began to study the contents.

When reading the theory, everyone felt that they were very capable. Clark felt that he was even more capable. After reading for less than three minutes, he raised his hand and said: "Very good, I have completely understood all of this! Now let's drive the car back!"

After speaking, he exchanged positions with Diana and sat back in the driver's seat.

A red sun in Kansas fell to the horizon. On the flat country road, a huge tractor carrying three people sped all the way. The rolling smoke and dust were blown backward by the wind like a cloud.

"We're here, stop quickly!"

"How to stop! The brake is useless!

!"

"You pressed the wrong key! Press the blue one!"

"You two losers! Still have to look at me!

"Swoosh! Squeak——!

!"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

"Uh!"