Chapter 1,240 The Farm of Justice (Twenty-Two)

The huge Lamborghini tractor caused a sensation in the town on the first day it was delivered to the dealership in Smallville, and it became even more sensational when it was the Kents who came to receive it.

Everyone knows that Kent Farm is the leader here. Old Kent is a man of action who has been farming all his life, and is not the kind of rich man who needs luxury cars to show off his wealth.

Moreover, Jonathan's slightly stingy lifestyle is well-known throughout the town of Snowville. Everyone wants to know what wrong strings he had in mind to buy such an expensive tractor.

As Jonathan walked into the parking lot, he scolded Clark, but he couldn't hide the happiness on his face. What he was happy about was not that he was about to own a Lamborghini tractor, but that his son actually made good friends who would give each other gifts.

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

"The population of the town is not large, and young people are not willing to stay here to do farm work. This means that you have few friends of the same age in the local area. The people you know well are either middle school classmates or people of my generation."

"I'm so lucky that Martha and I asked you to go to college in a big city instead of staying here to study in agricultural training courses. Big cities will make people broad-minded and have a long-term vision, and they will also allow you to make many good friends. I I’m really worried that you won’t be able to make friends…”

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

The meteorite that fell that night completely changed the life trajectory of the young farmer and his wife. They loved this child so much, but they also understood that he was not a human being, and if they wanted to integrate into human society, they would have to pay an extra price.

Jonathan was not worried that Clark wouldn't be able to make friends, but that if Clark interacted too deeply with any human being, they would easily detect abnormalities. Human beings instinctively reject things that are not of our kind. Jonathan was worried that Clark was emotionally invested, but he Injuried.

Jonathan often teaches Clark not to accept expensive gifts from others, but expensive gifts represent more precious thoughts and the weight of Clark in their hearts.

In Jonathan's opinion, Bruce and Diana are both wealthy people living in big cities. They may not know much about tractors, so they can only choose the best one within their capabilities. This represents their understanding of tractors. Clark's precious thoughts, so Jonathan didn't care about those questioning looks.

The technicians from the car dealership drove the big tractor to the Kent farm. Martha greeted him happily. Diana, who was walking behind, nudged Bruce with her elbow and said, "This is the most special tractor you have ever owned." The car is gone, right?"

"Yeah, it's too tall. I'm afraid it won't even fit into the Wayne Manor garage."

"I mean, this is a super cool gift for your friend, and if it were me, I would remember it for the rest of my life."

Bruce remained silent and did not answer, and Diana continued: "The playboy side of you reported by the media is actually a disguise by you. It seems that you are not at all flamboyant, talkative, unwilling to socialize, and even a little taciturn."

"What major did you major in college?" Bruce asked.

"history."

"I thought you were studying psychology."

After saying that, Bruce stepped forward and came to the side of the Lamborghini tractor. Clark, who was sitting in the driver's seat studying the buttons, saw him coming and stretched out his arm towards him. Bruce pulled his arm and got into the car. , sat in the passenger seat.

Clark looked at the pile of buttons eagerly, but then he seemed a little confused. He first held the handle, and then said: "Well, I know these two keys are forward and backward... and this reading, it should be Speed, this button checks the connection, and this..."

"Very good, I know about a dozen keys and six types of data on this machine." Clark touched his lips and said, "Then the question is, there are more than 40 keys, 60 gears and more than 20 kinds of data left. What is the data used 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, and after dozens of seconds, Bruce waved to Clark and said, "Get out of the way and let me come."

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

Clark leaned next to him, pointing to the data on the panel and said: "These are all in German. There is also Italian on the panel over there, and there are strange German abbreviations here. What is that over there? Is it Latin?" Why is there no English?”

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

At this time, Clark had not realized the seriousness of the problem. He was still trying to understand the complex data on the panels.

Bruce glanced at the buttons on the panel. He knew German and Italian, but all the buttons written on them were abbreviations, which were logos with only a few capital letters. Bruce didn't know what the abbreviations were, but He made some understanding based on his own speculation.

The biggest gain for Bruce after experiencing the Hell War is that he loses his overly cautious pretensions and gains more bold courage.

Bruce reached out, pressed a button, held the lever tightly, first bent it to the right, then pushed it forward, and with a "boom", the tractor rushed out directly.

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The strong push on Clark's back almost made his waist slip. The back of his head hit the back of the chair with a "bang". With a "click", the metal rod that fixed the backrest of his head broke directly. The headrest was like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, and was thrown on the road by the speeding tractor.

The Lamborghini tractor rushed out directly along the road in front of the Kent farm, and the rumbling sound was louder than the spring thunder last night.

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

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

!"

"But I can't drive a tractor!

"Boom boom boom boom boom!

"What are you two doing?!"

Diana flew to the side of the speeding tractor, tightened her arms, maintained a streamlined body, and flew forward with the airflow of the tractor. She turned her head and looked at the two men who were holding the handrails tightly in the car window, and shouted: "Do you like racing so much?!

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

! Stop it quickly!

!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom!

!"

The violent noise made Diana and Clark cover their ears. When the huge tractor sped on the rural road, the smoke and dust were as big as a missile explosion. Diana ate a mouthful of dirt, coughed continuously, 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's call for brakes, Bruce braked decisively, but there was a curve ahead, and he had to continue turning the steering wheel before the speed dropped.

While turning the steering wheel and braking at the same time, the result was that the Lamborghini tractor drew a smooth arc and drifted through the corner.

Finally, the hot-tempered Amazon princess couldn't help it. She flew to the back of the car, grabbed a long whip-like rope with her right hand, and threw it out. With a "whoosh", the truth rope tied the entire tractor hundreds of meters away.

Diana wrapped her hands around the tail of the lasso, exerted her arms to pull back, and a sharp brake sound was heard. Black smoke billowed from the bottom of the tire. The tractor, which was charging like a bull, finally stopped.

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

Bruce pressed his forehead with his hand on the place where it hit the iron frame next to him. After taking his hand away, he found that his hand was covered with blood.

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

But at the same time, such a tremor also ignited the fire in the blood. Clark next to him laughed first, and the rhythm of his laughter was like his heartbeat, rapid and passionate. Bruce leaned back on the chair with his head raised, and his low laughter was also like his heartbeat, slow and powerful.

What was the fun of driving a Lamborghini tractor on a country road? None of them could say.

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

The laughter stopped abruptly when Diana, who was covered in dust, stood on the hood of the tractor with her arms folded. Feeling Diana's death gaze, Clark coughed hard twice, pushed open the car door and got out of the car and said:

"This tractor is good in every way, but it's a little too complicated. We may need an instruction manual. I'll go back and get it now and come back later."

Diana sighed deeply, looking at the two of them, as if looking at two dogs that had bitten the sofa.

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

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

She thought she would hear exaggerated teasing from Bruce, but Bruce looked at her seriously and asked: "You used a rope to hold the tractor?"

"Oh, yes, that rope is... Alas, I don't know how to explain it to you, anyway... Well, actually I can do 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, and soon, this bad premonition came true.

Clark quickly flew back with the manual. The 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 good, and Clark felt that he was even better. After reading for less than three minutes, he raised his hand and said, "Very good, I have completely understood all this! Now let's drive the car back!"

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

A red sunset in Kansas set on the horizon. On a flat country road, a huge tractor carried three people along the way. The billowing smoke was blown backward by the wind, like a cloud.

"We're here, stop!"

"How to stop! The brakes are useless!

! "

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

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

“Whoosh! Squeak—!

! "

"Bang!"

"ah!"

"Well!"