What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 8: Old John

Especially social animals like wolves.

However, Jonathan couldn't guarantee it.

After all, they've already found a child from outer space, so they can't allow the other person to make a mistake.

"I didn't see it clearly, but the dark figure was very large... but I heard a wolf howl."

Lucas's answer was incredibly fluent and logically sound.

He was not lying.

In the instant the other party charged toward Potter's Farm, he did indeed see a dark shadow, no smaller than a Texas Longhorn, flash by.

However, the other party was too fast, and with the rain, the cornfield, and the splashing mud as cover, I couldn't see its specific appearance clearly, but judging from its physical features, it did look very much like a wolf.

A giant wolf that has clearly mutated.

"Then I have to go check it out!"

Jonathan quickly stood up and grabbed his coat and raincoat from the stool next to him.

Although for reasons that are not open to outsiders, they did not have a very close relationship with the Potter family on a regular basis.

But as a farming family in Smallville, they generally help each other out.

Especially when facing wild animals coming down from the mountain.

Jonathan's action was like flipping a switch.

Ms. Martha's eyes immediately sharpened, and she stared intently at her husband with a scrutinizing gaze.

After all, every woman is quite possessive when it comes to love.

But she quickly composed herself, looked at Jonathan, and said with concern, "Darling, you'd better take your hunting rifle!"

Free America, Day One of Shooting.

As a farmer and a staunch supporter of the Elephant Party, Jonathan naturally had a gun.

And there was more than one.

In addition to the most classic M1894 cowboy rifle, he also had a portable six-shot gun.

Its scientific name is Colt Peacemaker Revolver.

Just in case, he carried them all with him.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Lucas quickly stepped in front of Jonathan, who was rushing to his death.

He just wanted to remind his parents, that's all.

"What, Lucas? You want to come along too? That won't do."

Jonathan clearly misunderstood.

He bent down and ruffled Lucas's hair, his tone leaving no room for negotiation:

"It's dangerous outside. You and Clark stay home and behave yourselves. Dad will be back soon, and maybe he'll even bring you some special spoils."

Lucas shook his head like a rattle-drum: "Dad, I don't want to go with you, I'm just advising you not to."

"That dark figure was almost as big as Uncle Sam's Longhorn next door. I don't think that nearly rusty shotgun could kill it..."

Lucas's tone was blunt and merciless.

"...It's that big?!"

Jonathan and Martha were shocked.

The man did not ignore Lucas's words.

He knew his eldest son well; he never lied, and although he was only four years old, his mind was mature enough.

He just found it hard to believe.

After all, a wolf the size of a longhorned bull is unheard of.

"Bang bang..."

"Bang bang..."

Just then, a rapid knocking sound came from the pouring rain.

Jonathan snapped out of his daze and immediately asked, "Who is it?"

"A passerby wants to come in to take shelter from the rain. Of course, it would be even better if there were a cup of piping hot black coffee with milk."

He responded in a slightly hoarse voice.

Inside the room, Jonathan and Martha looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lucas appeared much more composed.

Even before the other party stepped into the Kent farm, he had already heard the dull sound of black high-top logging boots stepping on the yellow dirt road.

It is definitely human.

But whether it's legitimate or not, I don't know.

After all, who would be a good person running around in the rain?

Although the Kents were kind, they were by no means saintly.

The sudden knocking sound was clearly suspicious, so neither of them wanted to open the door.

But the next moment,

A gust of wind swept by.

The wooden door, which had been closed, suddenly slammed off the frame with a series of grinding, cracking sounds...

Suddenly, a cold, stern face appeared in Lucas's line of sight.

The man appeared to be in his forties, tall with broad shoulders, wearing a dark brown vintage cowboy hat, revealing a pair of unusually sharp eyes.

Their skin tone was a light tan, and their texture was rough, clearly the result of years of exposure to wind and sun.

What's most eye-catching is that the man is holding a Remington 870 short-barreled shotgun that has been clearly modified.

He also had a sharp, straight-handled knife tucked into his waistband.

Beside the man were two little boys with completely different temperaments.

The older one had dark brown curly hair and a rebellious, sharp look in his eyes.

As for the younger one, he had delicate features and sharp, reserved eyes.

His lips were dry and his face was flushed, as if he had caught a cold.

He coughed intermittently.

This sudden turn of events left not only the Kents bewildered.

Even the man who wanted to come in to take shelter from the rain was dumbfounded.

"Get away from my home!"

The moment Jonathan saw the shotgun in the man's hand, his expression suddenly tensed up.

He immediately gripped the revolver, a symbol of peace, tightly in his hand.

At the same time, he tightly protected Martha, Lucas, and Clark behind him.

He tried to appear calm, but in reality, every part of his tense body was trembling.

At such close range, the short-barreled shotgun is powerful enough to instantly tear apart any defense...

The other person frowned, then shrugged, looking speechless.

"Would you believe me if I said this door wasn't my fault?"

Others may not know, but Lucas is more inclined to believe it.

His [Super Hearing] and [Divine Insight] were activated simultaneously, allowing him to learn the truth immediately—

The hinges of the old wooden door were already rusted and loose, and under the howling wind tonight, the already fragile structure completely collapsed...

"Whether it's your problem or not, get out of my house now, immediately!"

Jonathan emphasized and repeated what he had just said.

"All right……"

The man looked helpless and turned to take his two children into the torrential rain.

But as soon as he took a step, the younger boy beside him suddenly coughed violently.

His whole body was hunched over and curled up, his thin body trembling uncontrollably.

The violent, dry coughs were so heart-wrenching that Lucas couldn't help but wonder if the other person was about to cough up their lungs at any moment.

"Be strong, Sam," the middle-aged man urged.

The little boy was pale and felt so unwell that he could barely stand, but he still endured the discomfort and obediently nodded in response.

"Wait a moment."

The soft-hearted Ms. Martha couldn't help but speak up.

"Come in, but you must leave immediately after the rain stops."

"Thank you so much, you are such a kind lady!"

The man pulled down his hat brim and, without any further formalities, blurted out his answer.

"Martha..." Jonathan hesitated, then stopped himself.

He immediately looked at the man:

"I think you should introduce yourselves."

"nature."

John Winchester remained noncommittal.