The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1129

Following the route provided by Dr. Fuckey Todd, Yang Le and his group made their way through the sewers to the drainage outlet outside the city without any obstacles.

Looking at the railing blocking the exit, Donatello was about to take out his cutting machine from his backpack when he saw Yang Le arrive at the railing first and then reach out his hands.

With a sickening metallic twisting sound, Yang Le tore open a huge gap in the railing that was barely wide enough for a normal person to pass through, enough for everyone present to squeeze through.

Looking at the shocked people behind him, Yang Le simply withdrew his hands silently.

"I was born with superhuman strength."

The turtles exchanged bewildered glances. Although the mysterious green compound had transformed them into their current form and enhanced their physical abilities, it was still no match for Yang Le before them.

"Are you thinking about what I'm thinking about?" Michelangelo leaned closer to Donatello, who looked at him with surprise and asked.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Luckily, Yang didn't use that strength on us." Michelangelo shuddered. "Otherwise, we would have turned into sardines in a can."

Donatello rolled his eyes at the other man, then followed the others out of the sewers, leaving Michelangelo alone to imitate "The Scream".

Perhaps due to the drainage outlet, or perhaps because this area was originally a swamp, in any case, even after leaving the sewers, the people did not feel that the surrounding environment had become drier.

However, this humid environment was comfortable for both Yang Le, who had become an evolved human, and the four divine turtles.

Needless to say, the four divine turtles grew up in the sewers, and their species themselves cannot live without a humid environment.

As for the evolved humans, you can tell from their appearance that the Atasians are a kind of life form similar to plants. Of course, they are not as absolute as the Wild Vine and Swamp Fire; they can only be considered to possess plant-like characteristics.

It is also because of these traits that evolved humans are not adapted to dry environments like deserts, and staying in such places for too long may even cost them their lives.

Strangely enough, evolved humans are not actually afraid of fire. After research, Yang Le discovered that the Atatians are actually very afraid of dehydration. If the fire temperature is too high or lasts long enough to evaporate the water in their bodies, it can defeat them.

Water content can be considered the biggest weakness of evolved humans; apart from that, they don't have any particularly obvious flaws.

Yang Le splashed into the ankle-deep puddle, glanced at the Omnitrix hanging on his belt, and then said.

"Here we are."

As soon as Yang Le finished speaking, a motorhome suddenly appeared in front of them. Donatello was very sensitive to these kinds of things and noticed that the motorhome in front of them did not have wheels, which was why they did not see tire tracks or anything like that.

"Please allow me to introduce my fortress to you, little wrecked car!"

Yang Le proudly announced the name of the chariot. Michelangelo looked at it from left to right but couldn't find anything wrong with it. Instead, his mouth watered at the cool stealth and levitation abilities.

Michelangelo is the most nerdy of the four turtles. Like many American nerds, he likes to watch superhero movies and fantasize about being a superhero, and he has also fantasized about all sorts of technological gadgets.

For example, Michelangelo both loved and hated the invisible ninjas developed by the Foot Clan on Earth; he loved their abilities but hated how troublesome they were.

“This is so cool!” Michelangelo exclaimed, raising his hands. “What other functions does this battlefield vehicle have? Laser cannons? Tracking missiles? Nitrogen boost? Or…” “Alright, Michelangelo,” Leonardo interrupted his brother’s rant. “We don’t have time to talk about this. Have you forgotten? Professor Splinter is waiting for us.”

These words were the best tranquilizer; Michelangelo immediately fell silent, while Raphael, seeing this, smiled slightly and quietly nudged the former.

"Alright, friends, stop standing there like idiots. Let's get in the car first," Yang Le changed the subject. "We can talk about it on the way."

This statement was met with unanimous agreement from everyone, and the group boarded the dilapidated car in an orderly fashion. Leonardo was naturally the first to board, and he immediately saw Cassandra and the other person sitting in the car.

"Uh, hello." Leonardo greeted them with a slightly awkward expression. Just when he thought he might scare the two children in the car, he found that their expressions didn't change at all.

Unfortunately, compared to the bizarre creatures in the DC Universe, the four turtles are among the cuter ones.

While Leonardo and Cassandra were greeting each other, the others also came up, mainly because Fucittod and Donatello had wasted some time circling the rickety little car.

“I haven’t introduced you all yet,” Yang Le said, squeezing out from the crowd. “These two children are the companions I mentioned earlier.”

"The boy's name is Damian, and the girl's name is Cassandra, who is also my daughter."

"Your daughter?!" Michelangelo's eyes widened, then he twisted his head back and forth between the two men.

Even the most composed Raphael couldn't help but take a few more glances, let alone the others.

Upon hearing Yang Le's introduction, Cassandra proudly raised her head, a sight that reminded the four turtles of themselves.

Perhaps their relationship is similar to mine.

The four turtles suddenly realized that Cassandra was an Earth child who had been picked up and raised by the alien Yang Le, just like they were turtles raised by rats.

This fairly accurate guess led Yang Le to gain a deeper friendship with the four divine turtles, something he hadn't anticipated.

"Hey, you two good kids." Michelangelo walked up to Cassandra and Cassandra, bent down and waved to them.

"We're not bad guys, we're just superheroes who came to help your dad fight the bad guys."

Michelangelo's words had so many flaws that Yang Le didn't know where to begin, so he could only ignore them and explain.

“Michelangelo, don’t underestimate Cassandra and Damian. They have received just as much training as you have.”

"Oh really?" Michelangelo clearly didn't believe it. His own arm was thicker than the thighs of the two children in front of him combined. He thought Yang Le was joking with him.

Yang Le didn't offer much explanation, but simply said to Cassandra, "Let Mickey see how powerful you are, Cassandra."

Cassandra remained silent, but simply threw Michelangelo to the ground.

(End of this chapter)