The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 385, 686, and 687: On-site Teaching
Deep within the underground drainage system of Paterson City, the damp air felt like a sticky, wet cloth, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. It was filled with a pungent smell of rot and rust, and the stench was like countless tiny insects desperately trying to burrow into people's nostrils.

The emergency lights cast a dim yellow glow, casting patches of light and shadow on the moss-covered walls.

The sewage flowed slowly in the ditch, its surface gleaming with a disgusting, greasy sheen under the light.

"Ugh, it stinks here... This smells even worse than Dad's socks!"

The little wolf girl, with her keen sense of smell, almost suffocated by the pungent fumes that hit her face as soon as she stepped into the sewer.

Her delicate nostrils flared violently, her two small, white hands tightly covered her mouth and nose, her eyes rolled back dramatically, and her slender body swayed like a reed in the wind, giving her an adorable expression that said, "I'm going to die here!" "Dad... I want to make a will... If I die from the fumes, my game console will be left to Charles..."

"Boom-"

Logan, completely unaffected, frowned slightly and raised his hand to give his mischievous daughter a sharp rap on the head, making a crisp sound.

The corners of his mouth, cigar dangling from his lips, were slightly upturned, forming a faint smile. His eyes, in the dim light, shone with a deep and sharp light, like those of a wild beast.

Clearly, the darker the environment, the more it is his home turf.

"Listen, child, smell is one of our most powerful weapons, and you must learn how to control it..."

Logan placed his rough, large hand on his daughter's shoulder and earnestly instructed her, "Come, follow me, feel it, tame it, and don't let it control you."

Next, as he spoke, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, while gently tapping his daughter's nostrils with his finger, patiently explaining the rhythm and frequency of breathing. He then began to teach the little wolf girl how to actively block out unwanted smells.

The little wolf girl pouted, her small mouth slightly pouting, revealing a hint of reluctance. But she still obediently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically, trying to do as her father had taught her.

Her brows furrowed and relaxed at times, as if she were waging a silent battle against the stench.

Soon, when she opened her eyes again, a look of surprise flashed in them. She blinked in astonishment, then shook her head triumphantly, her short, jet-black hair swaying as she did so. "It really doesn't feel as bad as it did before!!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of childlike excitement, as if she had discovered a remarkable secret.

Meanwhile, while the father and daughter were teaching, Polaris turned slightly to Gwen and said, "There's something I need to remind you of: our current roles are still just observers..."

"Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, we will not take the initiative to help you in the battle. After all, assessing your combat capabilities is also part of our risk evaluation process."

"I hope you two can understand."

Of course, it's okay if you don't understand!
The last sentence was simply said by Polaris out of politeness.

Although Zemo has approved the three of them to participate in this rescue operation, it does not mean that they will act blindly regardless of the circumstances.

If Gwen and her group don't even have the most basic ability to control the situation, then they are not worthy of cooperating with the [Subspace Group].

Polaris will definitely report to Zemo immediately and cancel this risky assistance.

After all, the boss once said: 'God helps those who help themselves!'

"I see……"

Gwen nodded emphatically upon hearing this, her eyes firm and clear.

She understood the principle that one must be strong to succeed, and besides, she was already very grateful that Logan and the other two were willing to come along.

That said, if it weren't for her reluctance to kill these innocent people controlled by the [symbiote], she could have easily handled this rescue operation on her own.

“If there are only a few symbiote warriors here, Peter and I can handle them!” Gwen said confidently.

"That's right, we won't become a burden."

Peter the lizard, who had been following Gwen, let out a low growl of approval, his huge tail swishing back and forth on the ground.

“Gwen, Mr. Logan…look what I’ve found?”

Soon, Peter the Lizard picked up a cell phone from the ground and carefully handed it to Gwen, as if afraid that he would crush it if he used the slightest force.

Gwen woke up the screen and found that the battery indicator in the lower right corner of the phone had turned red and was flashing to indicate low battery.

So she quickly checked her call log before her phone automatically shut down, and her eyes lit up when she saw that her number was at the very top of the list. She immediately exclaimed excitedly:

“That’s right, Uncle Frank just made the call using this phone…”

But when Gwen looked at the huge drainage pipes leading in four different directions, her excited expression instantly froze, her brows furrowed, and she was immediately at a loss. "But which way should we go to find him now?"

A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes; in this intricate sewer system, every pipe seemed like an unknown labyrinth.

"He must have fled this way."

Logan bent down and carefully examined the ground, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single clue.

Drawing upon his years of accumulated experience, he pointed to one of the passages and said:
"He left in a great hurry, something must be chasing him... probably those symbiote warriors?"

His voice was deep and resolute, as if he had witnessed Sheriff Frank Cassel's escape firsthand.

Guided by Logan, the five men endured the pungent stench and continued along one side of the sewer, searching for more traces of Sheriff Frank Cassel.

Sewage flowed through the main drain, making a disturbing, grating sound that, to Gwen's ears, was like countless rats gnawing at her heart. The walls beside them were covered in moss and grime; the moss, like a layer of green velvet, covered the walls, while the grime, like patches of black, made them appear even more sinister and terrifying.

Occasionally, a group of unidentified insects would hurriedly crawl by, their carapaces shimmering faintly in the dim light as they moved slowly or quickly, a sight that made one feel nauseous.

Logan walked at the very front of the group. Although his eyes revealed a sense of vigilance, like a wild beast lurking in the dark, not missing any suspicious signs, his face still maintained that calm and collected expression... no, it should be said that he was indifferent to life and death and had a "fight if you dare" attitude.

It was clear that the old wolf wasn't worried at all about running into those symbiote warriors.

Perhaps in his eyes, danger is just a fun spice in his life.

The little wolf girl followed closely behind her father. Her small figure appeared particularly agile in the dim light, just like a nimble little wolf cub.

After gradually getting used to the 'breathing method' taught by her father, the smell in the sewer no longer bothered her.

At this moment, her small face was tense with focus, and her dark eyes flashed with a sharp light, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, revealing a composure and decisiveness beyond her years.

Her pink little ears twitched slightly from time to time, like two agile little radars, listening intently to the sounds in the distance, trying to catch any clues that might be related to Sheriff Frank Cassel.

Gwen walked side by side with Peter the Lizard in the middle of the group. A hint of tension was on the former's face behind her mask, her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, as if she were fighting against an invisible pressure. "Uncle Frank, you absolutely can't get hurt!"

Compared to the slightly tense Gwen, Peter the Lizard was much more relaxed, nimbly following behind Logan and his daughter. He leaned slightly forward, his eyes warily scanning the surroundings, his giant green eyes flashing with a dangerous light in the dim light.

Occasionally, he would exchange glances with Gwen, their eyes conveying understanding and encouragement, as if telling her not to be afraid, that they would definitely complete this rescue mission.

【Polaris】walked gracefully at the back of the group. Her signature green hair stood out in the slightly gloomy environment, shining like a burning green flame.

She raised her hand and tapped the multi-functional electronic watch on her wrist a few times, and a palm-sized miniature drone was ejected from the back of her specially designed combat suit.

The drone emitted a soft buzzing sound and hovered in mid-air, transmitting everything that was happening here back to the [Subspace Group] in real time.

Soon, when Logan and his group arrived at a three-way intersection again, Logan and the little wolf girl stopped almost simultaneously.

The former squinted slightly, listened intently, and his expression was focused and serious.

The latter followed suit, listening intently, its small ears twitching slightly in its hair like an alert little rabbit, focused on capturing the subtle sounds in the air.

"Human voices are coming from this side..."

A moment later, Logan and the little wolf girl spoke almost simultaneously, both pointing to the drainpipe on the far right.

The two moved in perfect unison, as if they had undergone countless hours of tacit training, and even the confident look in their eyes was exactly the same.

"Oh no! Uncle Frank might be in danger?!"

A look of tension flashed across Gwen's face beneath the mask. She exchanged a glance with Peter the Lizard, and then the two of them took the lead, quickly running towards the drainage pipe.

"Dad, did you forget to tell them that we're going to pass through an enemy's lair ahead?" The little wolf girl looked up at Logan and said, her eyes wide open with a hint of mischief and curiosity.

Logan exhaled a puff of smoke with a nonchalant expression and shrugged, saying, "This has nothing to do with me. It was clearly those two who were too reckless, not giving anyone a chance to continue speaking, okay?"

Seeing this, Polaris couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the father and daughter, but still reminded them, "Alright, let's hurry up and catch up. We can take this opportunity to capture some symbiote samples to take back to Dr. Stern for his research!"

The three of them then followed Gwen and her companion at a leisurely pace, and soon arrived at a space with an interior as spacious as a palace.

This is the most important location in the entire city's drainage system—the pressure regulating tank room!
When heavy rainstorms strike, this place immediately becomes an important space for the entire city's drainage system to regulate the amount of water.

The floodwaters flowing from the city's drainage ditches and wells into the underground drainage network will eventually be collected in the pressure regulating tank room through various drainage pipes.

Then, when the water stored in the pressure regulating tank reaches a certain level, a giant water pump with a power of tens of thousands of horsepower will be turned on, thereby discharging the stored floodwater into the nearby sea at a rate of hundreds of cubic meters per second.

However, since it is not the rainy season, there is only a thin layer of water stains on the floor of the pressure regulating water tank room.

For this reason, this extremely spacious area naturally became the best hiding place for some symbiote warriors.

At this moment, Gwen and Peter the Lizard were already locked in combat with more than a dozen symbiote warriors living here. Although they were outnumbered, Gwen and Peter the Lizard were not at a disadvantage at all.

However, without using the [Hell Spider Lances], Gwen could only move nimbly back and forth across the battlefield, dodging enemy attacks, while using the Crimson Spider Web to restrict the movement of the symbiote warriors.

However, this method is clearly far less efficient than the powerful lizard Peter handling the situation with ease.

"Bang bang bang-"

Peter the Lizard swung his two enormous iron fists up and down, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound, and combined with the powerful sweeping of his massive tail, each attack carried the force of a thunderbolt, directly sending the surrounding symbiote warriors flying several meters away.

Especially when the giant tail swept out, it slammed heavily onto the symbiote warrior like a cannonball, making a dull sound accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, which was terrifying to hear.

In just a few breaths, Peter the Lizard knocked out all the symbiote warriors in front of him, and then thoughtfully rushed over to Gwen to help his goddess out of trouble.

His figure moved freely across the battlefield, like a valiant knight.

However, as the battle continued, bursts of beast-like roars echoed from the drainage pipes connected to the [Pressure Regulating Water Tank Room].

More and more symbiote warriors with spiral patterns on their faces were drawn by the sounds of battle and continuously gathered from the other drainage pipes.

(End of this chapter)