The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"Apologize?" Namorita frowned. "No need, I remember I said, we're even."

Robbie scratched his head. Namorita's unyielding personality really gave him a headache. If Eileen hadn't forced him to come, he wouldn't have. He wished they could just be even as she said.

Helpless, Robbie placed the plastic bag on the ground and said, "Yes, yes, we're even. Then thank you for sparing me. Eileen said you like the donuts from the shop at the company entrance the most. I'll leave them here for you, eat them if you want."

Robbie wanted to leave quickly. This swimming pool was specially built by Star Company for Namor and other Atlanteans, and it was inside the company building. Although there was no one now, who knew if someone would come later? If someone saw the famous Speedball bowing his head, how would he ever live it down?

Hearing this, Namorita understood. No wonder Robbie would come to apologize to her out of character. It turned out that Eileen had told him to come.

By the time Namorita came back to her senses, Robbie had long since disappeared, leaving only the plastic bag by the pool.

Namorita sighed. Actually, she also felt that her words were a bit harsh, otherwise she wouldn't have forgiven Robbie's discriminatory remarks. It was just that the pride of a teenager prevented her from bowing her head and admitting her mistake.

Namorita felt melancholy. If things continued like this, this team would be ruined by her sooner or later.

In stark contrast to the New Warriors teetering on the edge of a cliff, Yang Le's side was filled with a harmonious atmosphere.

"So we need to put on a show?" Peter scratched his head. "It feels like we're filming a tokusatsu show."

"Almost." Yang Le nodded. "It's just that ours is real. So, are you guys in?"

Yang Le was asking more than just Peter. At this time, he and Gwen had come to the top of the Osborn Building. Besides Harry and Peter, who were already there, even Frank and George had been called over. Of course, Yang Le had also called the Fantastic Twins, but neither of them was interested.

Franklin was busy chasing girls, and Valeria was busy strengthening the construction of the underwater base. Yang Le suspected that after a while, the underwater base would be turned into an underwater fortress by her.

"Let me sort out my thoughts first," George said, stroking his chin. "According to you, to prevent these kids from making a big mistake, you're going to give them a lesson and let them suffer a defeat."

"And this defeat must be severe," Frank interjected. "Otherwise, these kids won't learn their lesson."

"And we have to appear like in the comics, shining and saving them when these kids are helpless," Harry continued, his eyes shining. "This is really a good idea!"

Yang Le's plan coincided with his own. He had originally planned to persuade Peter and the others to appear on a superhero show, but he didn't know how to bring it up. Yang Le was undoubtedly sending him a pillow when he was dozing off.

That's right, Harry not only wanted Peter to appear on the show, but also wanted George and Gwen to appear together. Gwen was the same as Peter, both for returning to school. George was because he needed a job.

Before, in order to find the missing Gwen, George had resigned from his job as a police officer and became unemployed, relying only on odd jobs or mercenary work to earn commissions. Although the commissions for mercenaries were not low, that was when doing various dirty jobs. George naturally didn't want to do that kind of dirty work, so the money he earned was naturally not much.

But once he became a star hero, it would be different. Not to mention a fixed salary, as long as Harry, the young owner, operated it, various announcements and endorsements would come one after another, right? At that time, he would definitely earn more than a mercenary, and he could also fight crime. How perfect.

"So, here comes the question," George said, crossing his arms. "Who should be the one to give this lesson?"

"That must be me," Yang Le patted his chest and volunteered. He had the most faces here, so he must be the one to play the villain.

"I have many forms, I can just find one that is not commonly used to be the bad guy."

Everyone nodded after hearing this, all feeling that what Yang Le said made sense, only Peter looked worried.

Peter asked, "Is it really okay for us to do this?"

Obviously, Peter was not a ruthless bully who threw ashes in other people's eyes. The kind-hearted him hesitated about this behavior of bullying children.

Yang Le put his arm around Peter's shoulders and said, "Think about those 612 lives, Peter, we can't let the same tragedy happen in our universe."

Hearing Yang Le's words, Peter fell silent. In fact, not only Peter, but everyone in the room fell silent. If this farce could save 612, or even more lives, then this business would undoubtedly be worthwhile.

Harry was also thinking about whether he should mention to his father to strengthen the training of superheroes.

"Okay," Peter nodded firmly. "Tell me, Harry, what should I do."

"The plan is set for next Tuesday," Yang Le patted Peter on the shoulder. "I saw on the Internet that hero shows are live broadcasts, and the filming of 'New Warriors' is on Tuesdays, so we will do it next Tuesday."

Peter's gaze passed through the skylight and looked at the New York City that was already dark.

In the night of this brightly lit city, there will always be many evils breeding.

"Please, Robbie," Squirrel Girl Eileen said helplessly, supporting her forehead. "You were really awkward just now."

"Uh, really?" Robbie pretended to be calm. "I think it's okay."

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It fully demonstrates what it means that as long as I'm not embarrassed, the one who is embarrassed is someone else.

"I think it's good too," Man-Thing Zachary smoothed things over. He was a good-natured person, and he usually helped Robbie with the punchline to avoid embarrassment.

"See!" Robbie raised his chin triumphantly. "Nighthawk, what do you think?"

Nighthawk Dwayne didn't respond, just shook his head helplessly.

Robbie looked at Namorita on the side again, hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Rita, what do you think?" after seeing the camera on the side.

Namorita glanced at Robbie expressionlessly, sighed, and said, "Do you really want me to evaluate?"

"Thank you, but no." Robbie breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Namorita really didn't care about him anymore.

"Okay, kids," Mr. Immortal interrupted everyone's conversation. He vaguely swept his gaze towards the accompanying staff, and the other party understood and immediately wrote the time on the board to show him.

"It's getting late," Mr. Immortal withdrew his gaze. "Just like Speedball said, the night is the easiest time for evil to breed, so we must stand our last post and not be slack at all."

"Yes! Captain!" the New Warriors answered.