The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 152 Camp
The craftsman was praising the laser gun in his hand, but Yang Le was grumbling in his heart.

It seems that years of living in the apocalypse have made this inventor a little extreme.

"I just had this idea at the time, but I didn't expect it to actually work." The craftsman grinned, and the gun in his hand looked terrifying no matter how he looked at it.

"Although I feel sorry for Scott, he also wanted to bite me to death at that time, so I think we should even out this."

"Cut materials to make weapons, Monster Hunter, huh?" Yang Le muttered inwardly.

"Mr. Craftsman." Franklin came over and took out a bloody bag from his backpack.

"This is the material I collected from other X-Men. See what kind of weapon I can make."

Franklin didn't open the bag, but it's not difficult to guess that these materials of his should come from the X-Men who were beaten by Yang Le.

The craftsman took the bag with his mechanical arm without any hesitation, opened it, and frowned. Of course, he was not disgusted.

"I can't even tell who they belong to. I need to go back and check again to figure out who they belong to. Xiaofu, do you know who they came from?"

"I know." Franklin nodded.

"These hands should be Havoc's, this one is Storm's, those skins are Colossus's, and the rest are too fragmented so I didn't take them."

"But I'm only guessing based on the battle suit. After all, the body is so fragmented that it's hard to tell."

At this time, Yang Le, the instigator of everything, spoke.

"Franklin is right. The others include the cannon I smashed, Petra whose upper body was blown off, and the carbonized beasts. These are the people who just besieged me."

"It seems that you are not simple either." The craftsman narrowed his eyes with a serious expression.

"Those people are no ordinary people. It's not easy to defeat all of them, even if they are not as good as before. This shows..."

"What does it mean?" Yang Le asked.

"It means we have a powerful helper." The craftsman's expression changed and he grinned again.

"So I can carry out my plan."

"Plan? What plan?" Peter asked from the side, obviously he didn't know either.

"Let's go back first. This is not the place to talk." The craftsman did not answer immediately, but turned around and motioned everyone to follow him.

"Moonstone and Qiu Yi must be getting impatient."

Hearing the craftsman say this, Peter had no choice but to suppress his doubts and follow the craftsman.

There was no conversation along the way, mainly because Peter and the craftsman were preoccupied with their own affairs, so no one had such low EQ as to disturb them at this time.

Soon Yang Le followed Peter and the others to the shelter, an ordinary camp consisting of several tents. A tall blonde woman was standing in the camp.

"We're back, Kara." The craftsman greeted and pointed at Yang Le behind him.

"This is Yang Le, the one Peter mentioned on the communicator. This guy is incredible. He actually took care of Storm and the others by himself."

"Hello, Kara." Yang Le greeted.

"Welcome." Kara nodded at Yang Le, then ignored him and acted very indifferent.

"Don't take it to heart." The craftsman nudged Yang Le with his elbow.

"Kara is just like that. In fact, she is very happy to have you as an ally. After all, we lack combat power of your level." "Don't worry, I know." Yang Le is not a stingy person. After all, in this kind of environment, it is good enough not to go crazy, and it is normal to be a little indifferent.

Peter came over, obviously still bothered by the plan the craftsman had just mentioned, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the craftsman.

"Don't worry, Peter. We have plenty of time. You can show our new friend around first. I'm going to process these new materials. If I don't, they might break. Maybe I can make some powerful weapons."

The craftsman shook the bag in his hand and walked towards his tent without giving Peter a chance to speak.

Peter wanted to open his mouth several times, but finally closed it helplessly. At this time, Yang Le silently came to his side.

"Do you want to punch him?"

Peter nodded subconsciously, then came to his senses and looked at Yang Le beside him.

"No need to explain, I understand this feeling." Yang Le said gritting his teeth.

As for the Riddler, anyone who sees him would want to punch him. What Yang Le hates most is people who only speak half of their words or speak ambiguously.

"Let's not talk about that for now." Peter abruptly changed the subject. He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would really not be able to help but punch the craftsman.

"Let me take you to the camp." Peter suggested. It was called a camp, but in fact it was just three tents surrounding a campfire, and the campfire was extinguished at this time.

"By the way, do you have a tent?" Peter suddenly thought.

"If you don't have a tent you'll have to share one with the craftsmen."

"Then I advise you to sleep outside." Franklin came over and squeezed into the conversation.

"After all, not everyone can tolerate the craftsman's whims. He might tinker with those corpses until late at night."

Yang Le imagined the scene: he was sleeping, and an Indian was fiddling with the corpse and human skin next to him. What a hellish joke! He got goosebumps just thinking about it.

"Of course, if you can't stand it, you can switch with me." Peter said, but from his expression, you can tell that he couldn't stand it either. He was just worried and decided to endure it a little longer.

"No need, I have my own way." Yang Le said. Looking at Peter's expression which turned from cloudy to sunny, it was clear that he was very happy that Yang Le said that.

In fact, Yang Le did not bring a tent, but he had an alien hero who could deal with the current situation.

A white light flashed, and an orangutan with a body made up of red, blue and yellow, and an appearance like it was made of building blocks, replaced Yang Le and appeared in front of Peter and the others.

"Brick Ape."

Yang Le pounded his chest with both fists, just like a real gorilla.

"Cool!" Franklin's eyes lit up, and Valeria and Kara beside him were also attracted.

"I remember your ability is to turn into crystal, right?" Valeria asked doubtfully.

"No one says you can only have one ability." Yang Le blinked and walked to the open space on the side.

Yang Le placed his hands close to the ground, and his hands began to stretch continuously, forming a square of five meters long and five meters wide in front of him, and then began to stack them higher.

Finally, in the eyes of everyone, either excited or shocked, a building block house made entirely of building blocks appeared before their eyes.

"I said I can handle it."

Yang Le smiled and withdrew his hands.

(End of this chapter)