The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1314: Swapping a Shotgun for a Cannon
There are quite a few stealth operations in the Justice League, and Yang Le himself has had many stealth experiences, so naturally he wouldn't overlook any details.

Yang Le's ventilation duct is composed of multiple thin pipes, each about the thickness of a little finger. Because it is equipped with an internal air supply system, there will be no problems with poor ventilation.

The only downside to doing this is that it's difficult to repair later, but thanks to the shapeshifter's help, this problem is eliminated.

Therefore, it was obviously impossible for Roy to use the methods passed down from the older generation, so he had to find another way.

Moreover, he himself is completely unskilled in hacking and cracking, so this path is a dead end.

You can let him smash the door, but if he wants to crack it, he'll just use brute force on the access control system.

Helpless, Roy could only turn to Yang Le's office. The room was big, which meant he could do whatever he wanted. In addition to the rest room, each superhero was assigned his own office, and what he used it for was entirely up to his own needs.

Yang Le designed his office as a study, with only a set of desk and chair and a few large bookshelves. The bookshelves were filled with books he had collected, most of which were out of print.

Yang Le would occasionally read books here, and Luo Yi had also come here to look for the former, and had been curious about some of the out-of-print children's books.

Perhaps as a reward for his discerning eye, Yang Le granted Roy permission to freely enter his lounge and promised that Roy could browse the books there as he pleased, with the only condition being that he not damage them.

For book lovers, damaging books is completely unacceptable.

Yang Le's attitude in reminding Roy of this matter left a deep impression on the latter.

Roy remembered that many people liked to put things like keys in their books, but he didn't know if Yang Le had that habit.

Regardless of whether it works or not, Roy felt he needed to give it a try, since he really had no other options at the moment.

If all else fails, we'll have to risk using this experimental robotic arm.

Roy began to carefully examine the bookshelves in front of him. There were three large bookshelves in total, each filled with books, numbering at least a thousand. He couldn't afford to look through them one by one.

Since that's the case, we can only look for clues and scrutinize the details.

After scanning row by row for almost ten minutes, Roy finally found a few targets.

These five books are all clean and dust-free, clearly indicating they are frequently read. If someone were to tamper with them, these would obviously be the most suitable.

Roy took down all five books and looked through them one by one. He quickly found a key card in one of them.

This is the only key on this Cybertronian mobile fortress besides the member ID. It's something prepared for emergencies, and there are only ten of them in total.

Roy only knew that Yang Le had one, which was mentioned by the latter when he was introducing the living environment to him.

Carol was overjoyed to see the key in his hand, but he didn't forget to be careful. Whether he was taking the book or the card, he used a mechanical hand to avoid leaving fingerprints.

Of course, it was only these few books that he didn't leave fingerprints on. After all, Yang Le gave Roy access, so it would be even stranger if there weren't any fingerprints at all.

Roy carefully returned to the lab with the key card, stuck it on the access control, and sure enough, the door opened with a beep.

First, he peeked around the doorway to observe for a while, and only after confirming that no one was there did Roy hurriedly enter the laboratory and close the door.

As soon as Roy entered the laboratory, the first thing he saw was the new robotic arm placed on the experimental table. The latter was quietly placed on the shelf, as if it were saying "Come on" to him.

Roy strode to the lab bench, took the robotic arm off the shelf, and smiled genuinely as he looked at the shimmering silver surface.

After unlocking the safety locks on his arms and removing his old flame, Roy eagerly pressed himself against his new love. "Click!"

With a click of a latch, the brand-new robotic arm was pressed onto Roy's arm.

"call!"

Once the robotic arm was installed, Roy flicked his wrist, and the sound of wind breaking through the air conveyed the extraordinary nature of the new arm.

Of course, it's also possible that this is just Roy's psychological effect.

Roy turned on the computer next to him and found detailed information about the new arm. Compared to this new one, his original arm was a defective product.

The sheer number of weapons on it left Roy bewildered; he couldn't fathom how Yang Le had managed to pack so much stuff into one arm.

Roy wasn't an expert in this area, so he didn't need to think about it himself. Besides, he had important things to do and couldn't afford to waste any more time.

After placing the older model robotic arm on the shelf, Roy tidied up the area briefly before turning to leave.

This time, his target was the armory. Although most superheroes don't use weapons, Yang Le still equipped himself with one, just in case.

Roy has decided to abandon the bow and arrow; rather, having failed once, he no longer trusts such an old relic.

He originally felt that his honed skills might not be inferior to firearms, and in addition, he wanted to leave a way out for the bad guys, so he listened to Green Arrow's advice and used a bow and arrow.

As for now, screw them and spare their lives. Let these bastards ask God if he will forgive them after they die.

Roy carried a variety of weapons on his body without compromising his agility.

However, he was only equipped with some small weapons. It wasn't that he didn't want to bring heavy firepower, but firstly, it would hinder his operations too much, and secondly, there wasn't any in the armory.

Fully armed, Roy re-entered the teleportation hall. When asked by the mechanical AI where he was going, he coldly uttered a place name.

"Gotham."

...

"Gotham is a truly rotten place!"

James picked at his ear and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, buddy, tell us something the rest of you don't know, Officer Luke."

"On Earth, besides unborn embryos, who doesn't know that Gotham is a rotten place?"

"Don't argue with me!" Luke glared at his partner.

"You know I was just complaining, damn it! Why are the two of us the ones transporting that lunatic!"

“It’s our turn today according to the shift schedule.” James fiddled with the coin in his hand. “Weren’t you gloating when Duke and the others were escorting the Scarecrow last time?”

"What goes around comes around, and today it's both right and wrong for the two of us to turn."

"Damn! I'd completely forgotten about that!" Luke exclaimed, suddenly realizing. "I was wondering why that idiot Duke was making sarcastic remarks at me earlier."

(End of this chapter)