The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1001 Emergencies
There's a saying that goes, "The more you don't want something to happen, the greater the probability that it will happen." This is known as Murphy's Law.

For example, right now, Yang Le is enjoying a hard-won moment of leisure with his family, and he is praying in his heart that nothing will go wrong.

However, perhaps God heard his prayers, or perhaps this was simply an inevitable part of the American comic book universe; in any case, just as Yang Le was about to put the hot dog in his mouth, a loud bang startled him.

The jolt was nothing serious; the real problem was that Yang Le accidentally squeezed the sausage out of the bread while using his strength, and the tempting sausage, covered in yellow mustard sauce, fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking at the last piece of bread with vegetable leaves in his hand, Yang Le felt like crying.

"That's the direction of the Metropolitan Federal Reserve Bank." Diana looked in the direction of the incident immediately after the loud noise, and then immediately thought that there was something of particular value in that location.

That direction is the opposite of Tomorrow Street. There aren't any particularly special technology centers built there, but the metropolitan branch of the Federal Reserve Bank, one of the world's top banks, is located there.

Unlike other banks, the Federal Reserve Bank is famous for its gold exchange. It is said that the vaults of its branches and the head office are always stocked with large amounts of gold, making them true 'gold vaults'.

However, precisely because of this, the Federal Reserve Bank's vaults have the highest level of security, even reaching the level of preventing superhumans from breaking into them. Although it still can't stop someone at the level of a superhuman, a weaker superhuman would absolutely not be able to break into the vault head-on.

That is why the Federal Reserve Bank's slogan has never been damaged in the past ten years.

Therefore, people with a little status are willing to deposit their money in the Federal Reserve Bank, which may be why they have the money to build so many super vaults, which can be considered a definite cycle.

However, this legend may soon become history.

"Keep an eye on Cassandra." Diana said only this, then abandoned Yang Le and the other two and flew towards the direction where the accident had occurred.

“That’s true.” Yang Le pulled Cassandra along. “He has that kind of incompetent male protagonist vibe from a shoujo manga.”

Cassandra looked up. She had never read shoujo manga, so she had no idea what Yang Le was muttering about.

"It's alright, my little princess," Yang Le replied with a smile. He didn't want Cassandra to be corrupted by the world of anime and manga too early.

“Let’s go. Haven’t you always wanted to see what Diana’s mother did at work? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

That's just a polite way of putting it. If you want to see Diana fight crime, it's not hard at all. Just patrol alongside her. There's no shortage of crime, not just in the American comic book universe, but in the real universe as well.

But Cassandra didn't understand any of this. She simply pulled her hand back, broke half of the sausage from her hot dog, handed it to Yang Le, and then began to eat heartily.

Yang Le was almost in tears. What a wonderful girl! When she saw that the sausage in her father's hot dog was gone, she knew to share her half.

Yang Le looked at the half sausage sandwiched in the hot dog, wondering how to preserve this love from his daughter.

Should I transform into an Anno alien to cast a spell, use the Clock King to freeze time, or transform into a frozen object to create a plastic bag?

Forget it, I might as well just turn into Superman X and make this half sausage immortal.

While Yang Le was lost in thought, Cassandra once again pulled her unreliable old father back.

Cassandra's little head was filled with big questions. She had finished her food and cleaned up the trash on the ground, so why hadn't her father finished eating yet? Seeing his daughter's anxious look, Yang Le could only quickly finish his food and let Cassandra lead him in the direction Diana had left.

By the time Yang Le and his group arrived, the battle had already been going on for some time.

Fully armed, Diana faced a drill truck as tall as a truck, with a huge drill bit on the front taking up a third of the entire vehicle.

At this moment, Diana was slowly backing away, using her shield to brace against the huge drill bit. Her legs sank deep into the asphalt, carving out two furrows.

At this moment, it seemed that Diana was at a disadvantage, but Yang Le knew that the Amazonian princess had not yet used her full strength.

Cassandra shook Yang Le's hand, the meaning of which was self-evident: she wanted her father to help her mother.

Yang Le squatted down and stroked Cassandra's head, saying gently, "It's alright, little princess. Don't worry. Your mother is the most powerful woman in the world. Just watch her unleash her power."

With Yang Le's reassurance, Cassandra finally turned her attention back to the battlefield with some skepticism, and at that moment, the situation took a new turn.

"I already warned you!" Diana's shout even drowned out the sound of the drill rubbing against the shield.

As soon as she finished speaking, Diana drew her sword and slashed upwards at the rapidly spinning drill.

Generally speaking, there are only two outcomes when a sword or knife slashes at a spinning drill bit: either the high-speed spinning drill bit deflects the sword or the sword or knife is drilled into several pieces. After all, drill bits are made of very tough metals due to the intensity of their operation, so this result is not surprising.

However, a third outcome emerged on the battlefield at this point.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Diana's sword sliced ​​through the drill bit without any resistance, and due to the cutting angle, it directly transformed the high-speed rotating drill bit into a decorative cutter.

Diana used her shield to press the severed drill bit to the ground, preventing it from being flung out and causing damage to the surrounding area.

Looking at the drill bit with its clean cut but strange shape, Yang Le could only marvel once again at the power of the Vulcan Sword; its ability to cut at the molecular level was truly unreasonable.

Diana, not one to back down, launched a second attack on the drill truck with her sword, and soon chopped the steel behemoth to pieces.

Diana kicked aside the wreckage of the drill truck, which was emitting a slight electric current, and looked at the empty driver's cab with frustration.

"Is it remotely controlled?"

Diana turned around and saw Yang Le walking over with Cassandra. She gave the latter a reproachful look, as if to say how could he bring his daughter to such a dangerous place.

However, Diana knew that now was not the time to talk about these things, so she continued speaking in the same vein as Yang Le.

"Yes, and I think the operator's technique was not very skilled. Before you arrived, this drill truck was crashing around everywhere. If I hadn't gone to meet it, it might have demolished the nearby buildings."

This is not surprising. Yang Le was wondering why the quick-witted Diana would not take advantage of her situation and instead struggle against the drill truck.

(End of this chapter)