The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 221 Abnormal Crowd

Although Yang Le communicated with these robbers very politely, these robbers were obviously not so polite and hurled a barrage of foul language at Yang Le.

"Go to hell! You freak!" the robber cursed and took out a pistol, ready to shoot Yang Le.

Yang Le never had much patience for someone who refused to listen. He turned his head to avoid the bullet and swung the whip in his hand again. This time, Yang Le was not aiming at the gun.

“Bang!” “Ahhhhhhh!”

There was another sound of breaking air, and the robber's arm bent down at a position without joints, obviously broken. The robber let out a scream and fell to his knees on the ground in pain.

"I gave you a chance."

After saying that, Yang Le whipped each of the thugs at the door to the ground. However, their injuries were not as serious as that of the man who spoke badly at the beginning. They were just some superficial injuries.

Ignoring these wailing minions, Yang Le landed and walked into the bank. As soon as he entered, he saw a crowd of people gathered together and bandits surrounding the crowd.

The gangsters obviously noticed the movement at the door, but before they knew what was happening outside, Yang Le walked in.

"Don't move!" A robber pulled the hostage up from the ground and pointed a gun at the hostage's head.

"If you move again, I'll beat her to death!"

The woman who was forced to become a hostage was naturally trembling with fear. She begged the robber to spare her life, while looking at Yang Le with hope in her eyes.

At this moment, she no longer cared whether Yang Le was a human being or not. In order to survive, she had to seize every opportunity, even if the person opposite her was a monster.

But what Yang Le said next made her blood run cold.

"Just shoot." Yang Le shrugged, looking like he didn't care at all about the life or death of the hostage.

"What...what?" The robber thought he had misheard. The package covered his eyes, which were only exposed as they were as big as bells.

"I said fire freely." Yang Le spread his hands. "You can do whatever you want, but remember, once these hostages are dead, I will kill all of you. I mean what I say."

"You..., you are bragging!" The robber swallowed his saliva and spoke haltingly, but still shouted loudly, looking like a coward.

The robber pressed the gun tightly against the hostage's temple, trying hard to act like a desperado in order to scare Yang Le away, but Yang Le didn't fall for it at all.

Yang Le stretched out his whip, tied up the robber with a broken hand outside the door, and threw him in front of everyone.

"If you drop your weapons and surrender, I will spare your lives. Otherwise, I guarantee that you will be in a worse situation than this man."

The robber with a broken hand's constant wailing and exposed arm stimulated the other robbers. After hesitating for a long time, the robbers dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.

"Good boy." Yang Le nodded. "Now go out and turn yourself in. Oh, and remember to bring your companions with you."

The robbers lifted up their companion whose hand was broken and walked out of the bank dejectedly.

Seeing the robbers being suppressed, Yang Le glanced at the bank and said after confirming that there were no other ambushes.

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, you are safe now." After saying that, Yang Le prepared to leave. After all, he still looked like a dragon man, and he didn't think he would be welcomed. After all, Peter, whose identity was exposed, was discriminated against.

Who would have thought that just as Yang Le was about to leave, something unexpected happened.

The rescued people ran towards him cheering, constantly expressing their gratitude, just like the civilians welcoming the warrior in the story.

Especially the female hostage just now, she almost threw herself on Yang Le, not caring at all about Yang Le's appearance at the moment.

The woman raised her head and looked at Yang Le, tears streaming down her face as she said, "Thank you so much! You saved my life!"

"Uh..." Facing the excited crowd, Yang Le was sweating profusely. What the hell was this? Why was there such enthusiasm? I had never seen this before.

It’s no wonder that Yang Le couldn’t adapt. Even when he saved Franklin and the others’ universe, he had never received such treatment. It’s not that the Fantastic Four were cold-hearted, but rather that this group of people were too enthusiastic, making Yang Le a little at a loss.

Especially the woman buried in his chest, this distance has exceeded Yang Le's psychological safety range. Yang Le doesn't like to be so intimate with such a stranger, which makes him feel very uncomfortable. Yang Le raised his hands and wanted to push the woman away.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out! Yang Le frowned and swept the woman to the ground with a wave of his hand.

"Ah!" The woman screamed in pain and fell to the ground, but she quickly stood up, grinning foolishly, holding a smoking pistol in her right hand.

"Ding!"

The twisted bullet fell to the ground. Yang Le touched his belly covered with scales. The bullet just now hit his stomach. It was a pity that the small-caliber pistol did not penetrate his scales.

Yang Le didn't know what was wrong with this woman, nor was he interested in knowing why she attacked him. He only knew that she was shooting at him from such a distance, obviously intending to kill him, and he would not let her off.

But just as Yang Le condensed the light whip, he found something wrong. Not to mention the woman sitting on the ground and grinning foolishly, the people around him also seemed strange.

Logically speaking, when a normal person sees gunfire, he would most likely react by running away, squatting down and holding his head, or even becoming incontinent, not to mention screaming. However, the people surrounding him did not react at all.

They were still cheering, laughing, and praising Yang Le, without a trace of other emotions, as if they were programmed robots that only knew how to follow orders.

This is very abnormal. Yang Le knows that someone must have set him up, but who is it?
"Never mind, let's get away from this group first." Yang Le spread his wings and was about to fly away from the crowd.

The crowd surrounding him was still laughing, but they all pulled out guns. Although these weapons were of different models, their target was the same, that is, Yang Le.

The guns were pointed at Yang Le one after another, and the surrounding crowd didn't care whether they would shoot other people or not, and they pulled the trigger at the same time.

Yang Le cursed inwardly. These people should be ordinary people, but they were controlled. Yang Le couldn't bear to watch them kill each other.

"boom!"

He activated the jet pack on his back, and a stream of white energy gushed out from the bottom of the pack. Relying on this energy, Yang Le immediately flew into the sky.

The huge impact force knocked away all the people surrounding him. Yang Le, who flew into the air, left several circles of light on the spot. The bullets that hit those circles of light were all turned into powder and no longer had any killing power.

(End of this chapter)