The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Yang Le lowered his head, pressing his nose to the ground to search for any remaining 'information'.

This process was arduous. As a large supermarket, Walmart's customer traffic could only be described as terrifying. Relatively speaking, white and black people have stronger body odors. Coupled with other environmental factors, accurately finding the target was not an easy task.

Moreover, Yang Le also smelled a particularly strong chemical odor in the air, likely the result of cleanup efforts by the subsequent forces. This undoubtedly added to the difficulty of Yang Le's information retrieval.

Most crucially, Yang Le didn't know what the so-called Target Number One smelled like, so his current behavior was akin to trying to catch the moon's reflection.

Of course, Yang Le had anticipated these difficulties. But why did he still transform into a super-powered beast? Naturally, it was because of one point mentioned in the military information—the heart.

Whether it was the process of excavating the heart or the period when the heart was exposed, there must have been blood flowing out. According to the report submitted by the Thunder Special Forces, Target Number One's heart was extracted while he was in giant form.

If the Thunder Special Forces could make such a judgment without witnessing it firsthand, there was only one possibility: the discovered heart's size far exceeded that of a normal human heart.

A giant's heart is not only larger in size, but its blood production must also be astonishing. This was evident from the previous battles; the amount of bleeding was truly excessive.

This meant that although everything here looked brand new, there must have been blood pools like ponds here not long ago. It was remarkable that the military could clear all the blood and spray chemical agents to cover the bloody smell in such a short time.

But these were merely superficial efforts for Yang Le, who had transformed into a super-powered beast. After processing the scent molecules in his brain for a while, Yang Le indeed discovered a very 'obvious' smell.

This scent gradually became clearer in the super-powered beast's 'eyes'. In the super-powered beast's vision, a blood-red route gradually became clear. How to describe it?

Right, it was like the pathfinding system when you play a game. After determining the target on the map, a line would appear on the map or road to guide you to the target.

"Hoo-roo-roo!"

Yang Le let out a satisfied low growl, striding forward on all fours, following the blood-red line.

...

"Huff... huff... huff!"

In an alley where sunlight couldn't reach, a man wearing a purple hoodie was panting heavily. A strand of golden hair that had fallen out of the hood was soaked with sweat and had become a clump.

The wide hoodie couldn't fill out the man's frame at all, drooping over him like a tablecloth, looking strange no matter how you looked at it.

However, this wasn't the strangest thing. There was a large patch of red on the man's chest, which was quite eye-catching even on the purple fabric.

"This won't do," the man said, standing up from the ground. "Those guys will catch up soon."

The man wasn't sure how long his smokescreen would deceive those people. The experimental life of the past few days had instilled in him a sense of fear towards the military and scientists. He always imagined the military people to be very terrifying, feeling that lingering in one place for too long would likely lead to being caught.

He couldn't use that power anymore. That feeling was like drowning, his whole body unable to exert any strength, only able to watch himself be swallowed by the bottomless sea. The feeling of gradually losing consciousness frightened the man.

The man had a feeling that as he used that power more and more, one day his consciousness would be swallowed and he would never be able to change back.

So, the man was determined not to use that power unless absolutely necessary. He was just a small person, he had no superhero dreams, and he didn't want to become a supervillain. He just wanted to live.

If it weren't to cure his cancer, he wouldn't have participated in this experiment. Now it was good, the cancer was cured, but he had also turned into a monster.

"Rumble."

The sound of a car engine came, and the man, like a frightened bird, subconsciously shrank back into the alley, but curiosity still forced him to peek out.

Thank goodness, it wasn't a military vehicle, just a common old Ford. Its outrageous fuel consumption was its biggest feature. If it were in the past, the man might not have even glanced at this car.

"If it weren't for the special circumstances, I wouldn't even sit in this car if someone invited me."

"Save it, Johnny," Susan said irritably from the passenger seat. "Finding one that works is good enough."

"I only hope it can carry us to a safe area," Reed, who was holding the steering wheel, was also somewhat pessimistic, because he had just glanced at the car's fuel gauge, which made it impossible for him to be optimistic.

"Save your energy, everyone," Ben said, leaning back in his chair in a carefree manner. "If this car breaks down, we'll have to walk, so it's best to recover your strength while you can."

"Makes sense, big-head soldier," Reed gave a thumbs up.

"Say what you want," Ben shrugged.

"There seems to be someone ahead, Reed," Susan said uncertainly, squinting her eyes.

After Susan's reminder, Reed also noticed that a person whose face couldn't be seen was standing by the side of the road, that person was holding out his right hand with a thumb up, looking like he wanted a ride.

"What do you say?" Reed quietly slowed down, asking the others in the car for their opinions.

"I think it's best not to meddle in other people's business," Johnny said listlessly, his injuries preventing him from acting like a twenty-something-year-old.

"I advocate helping," Ben said.

"Of course, I'll still take your two opinions into account."

"Help him, Reed," Susan also chimed in from the side.

In fact, Reed didn't want to save him. If he had the spare energy, he wouldn't mind helping someone, but he and his companions were barely able to protect themselves, wouldn't helping others be foolish?

Reed remained silent, pressing the accelerator deeper and deeper, he decided to speed up and leave directly, ignoring the stranger.

The man looked at the car that was obviously speeding up, his eyes gradually dimming. Although he didn't have any hope to begin with, the feeling of being ignored and abandoned by others was really uncomfortable.

'I'll have to find a way myself,' the man sighed.

"Squeak!"

The man looked at the car that had stopped in front of him, the light that had just dimmed in his eyes regained its brilliance, there were still good people in the world.

However, Reed, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was so angry that he wanted to slam the steering wheel.

FK! Out of gas!