r18novel Chapter 12: You Can't Control It
Chapter 12: You Can't Control It
Jonathan walked up to Sheriff Miller with a smile and shook hands firmly with his old friend:
"I'm fine, Ethan, thanks to this guy who took care of that wolf."
Let me introduce you to John Winchester, from the neighboring city of Lawrence. He is an exceptionally skilled hunter, far surpassing my own abilities.
Sheriff Miller immediately looked at old John and extended his hand:
"Thank you so much for your help, Mr. John!"
Although old John was reluctant to have much interaction with these Foblene people, he understood the principle of not slapping a smiling face:
"No need to be so polite."
To his surprise, the other party did not interrogate him thoroughly like the police officers he had encountered before.
They simply took a statement.
After getting a general understanding of the situation, Sheriff Miller suddenly extended an olive branch to old John:
"Mr. John, I have actually already seen that beast."
To be honest, I've never even dreamed of seeing a wolf this big. Your ability to hunt such a beast is truly impressive.
What I mean is, if it's possible, I'd like to invite you to join the town's police department.
I guarantee you will receive compensation no less than that of a regular employee.
"Thank you for your kind offer, Inspector, but I don't have any such plans at the moment."
Old John refused without hesitation.
"Okay, if you change your mind, feel free to come find me anytime."
Sheriff Miller felt a little regretful.
The wolf greatly shocked him.
Not only is it twice the size of an ordinary wolf.
Especially their exposed claws, which look just like sharp daggers.
If you get scratched, you'll either die or be crippled!
It's hard to imagine that this middle-aged man could kill his opponent single-handedly—
Before heading to Jonathan's place, he had already learned most of the general situation.
Despite his regret, Sheriff Miller knew he couldn't force the issue.
Just as he was about to leave, something occurred to him, and he suddenly turned back, leaned close to Jonathan, and said in a very soft voice:
"By the way, Joe, you might not know, but strange things have been happening in town lately..."
If it's not necessary, remember to tell your family that it's best not to go out at night, including yourself.
The other person deliberately lowered their voice, clearly not wanting too many people to hear.
But thanks to his super hearing, Lucas heard every single word perfectly.
Ethan Miller arrived quickly and left just as quickly, exchanging a few words before driving away.
Jonathan was completely confused.
However, Lucas keenly perceived the key point within it.
The strange occurrences that Sheriff Miller mentioned are probably not due to Kryptonite.
After all, it's still far from time, and even Jerome, who was the first to appear, is still unconscious.
Moreover, it is not difficult to see this through the Winchester brothers.
Although he is in the DC universe, it is not entirely based on the DC universe; rather, it is more like a fusion of various American comics and TV series.
Perhaps this is where the strange occurrences originated.
"Are you leaving already?" Old John seemed a little reluctant to say more.
As is customary, he also has a segment where he uses foul language.
However, in that case, there's no need to travel overnight.
I'll find some mechanics tomorrow morning to fix the car.
……
The next day, early in the morning.
The Winchester brothers said goodbye to Lucas.
One night,
Despite the age difference, the relationship between the three mischievous kids progressed rapidly, whether Lucas intended it or not.
When it was time to part, the Winchester brothers were reluctant to leave, especially Sam, who couldn't help but shed tears.
Best of luck to you all!
Lucas offered his heartfelt blessings.
"Thanks, buddy!"
Dean and Sam both bumped fists with Lucas.
Clark wanted to join in, but his older brother ruthlessly pushed him aside.
Little brat, trying to get something for nothing and fish in troubled waters?!
These are my connections!
"Oh, and here's your payment."
Old John suddenly pulled fifty dollars from his purse and handed it to Lucas.
"For me?" Lucas asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Yes, this is for you. You're right, the family was very generous after I saved their lives. Compared to the reward I earned, this $50 is just a drop in the ocean."
Upon hearing this, Lucas took it without saying a word.
$50 is an absolute fortune for a four-year-old child.
No, even for an adult, there are quite a few.
In a city like Gotham, known for its honest and simple people, that amount of money would be enough to get him robbed 10 times over if he used it to buy groceries.
The incredible speed left old John speechless.
He thought the other party would continue to be polite.
"By the way, how old are you this year?"
Old John suddenly asked with a strange expression.
"A little over four years old." For the sake of money, Lucas did not hide his age.
"Then you should see a doctor."
What I mean is... you're a bit too precocious. Some things need to be done in moderation, and it's not something you can control right now...
Old John opened his mouth, held that position for a long time, and finally racked his brains to come up with what he considered to be the right words.
God above.
His years of wilderness survival experience may have given him better hearing than the average person.
He barely slept at all last night.
The reason.
Besides his habitual insomnia caused by his desire for revenge,
Most importantly, there was the constant creaking sound from Lucas's bed.
It continued until midnight...
He was all too familiar with that sound.
When I was learning to read and write, I often made similar noises.
But I was already sixteen years old at that time.
"What's with this old John pretending to be, the riddle teller? This isn't Gotham!"
Lucas watched the other person's retreating figure and couldn't help but curl his lip.
While Ms. Martha wasn't looking, he quickly put the fifty dollars into his pocket.
But while he could guard against his mother, he couldn't guard against Jonathan.
Jonathan was amused by Lucas's furtive actions.
"Lucas, you're only four years old and you're already this greedy?"
"Why don't you give it to Dad? Dad will save it for you. John's brothers are right, you can't control it."
Is this popular in America too?
Lucas couldn't help but roll his eyes, remaining silent and simply clutching his pocket tightly.
"Alright Jonathan, stop teasing the boss. This is the money he deserves, and I believe Lucas will definitely use it properly."
Ms. Martha stepped forward and rebuked.
Clark looked enviously at Lucas's pockets.
Da Chao's intelligence has improved significantly since he was three years old, far surpassing that of his peers.
I knew perfectly well that brand-new knife could buy rainbow-colored fruit gummies, cheese peanut crumbs, cereal crisps to soak in milk, and the bicycle I'd always wanted...
However, Da Chao knew his older brother's temperament well; he was a miser who was extremely stingy and kept his wallet tightly guarded, even more so than the family's granary.
If I go to my mom and act cute, I might get a penny or two of pocket money. But with my older brother, I'll just get my fill of emotional nourishment...