The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 293: The smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility

The person wearing the white hood had a clear voice and always spoke with a bit of girlish playfulness. Her exposed chin looked fair and tight, so Yang Le judged that the other person should be a girl no older than 24 years old.

However, the girl's speech was extremely obscure and difficult to understand. Many technical terms that he had never heard of came out of her mouth one after another, leaving Yang Le confused.

"You don't look very scared of me?" The girl looked at the alert Yang Le opposite with interest. Except for being frightened when she first came out, the latter's expression of fear gradually disappeared over time.

"You look like a superhuman, right?" Yang Le sighed helplessly. "If you wanted to do something, you would have done it long ago. You wouldn't have wasted your words on me. Deciding the fate of an ordinary person shouldn't be a difficult task for you, right?"

"What if I'm an unreasonable lunatic like the Joker?" The girl turned over and lay on the white frame, revealing her beautiful figure. She also raised one thigh, and Yang Le swallowed quietly when he saw the plump and white thigh.

"What if I'm just some third-rate villain who likes to talk a lot of nonsense?"

"This is the Watchtower, the headquarters of superheroes."

Yang Le shifted his gaze away from the girl's thighs. He thought his action was very covert, but he could not hide it from the girl's eyes at all. It was just like the little movements that students do secretly during class. Students always think that they are doing it very covertly, but in fact the teachers can see it clearly.

To use a traditional shooting game analogy, it's like, hit high and hit low, hit stupid...

The girl smiled slyly, not caring about Yang Le's eyes at all. At the same time, she secretly struck a more sexy pose, which would help increase the sales of her comics. Otherwise, why do you think the girl would maintain this posture that would cause her to have a cerebral hemorrhage? It's all for sales!
However, this little action is somewhat inconsistent with her positioning, so it is better to just try it briefly. It would be a bit cliché to make a big deal about it.

"It seems that even if you have lost your memory, you still retain your calm personality." The girl returned to her normal posture and appeared to be calm, but her head was still a little dizzy from lying upside down for too long.

Yang Le didn't say anything. He appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually scared to death in his heart. He kept praying that someone from the Justice League would notice that something was wrong in the reception room. After a day of such a terrifying experience, Yang Le's nerves were like a piece of wire that was repeatedly bent and might be broken in the next second.

"Let's get to know each other again." The girl extended her right hand from the frame. "My name is Gwenshi. This is my code name. As for your real name, you'll have to wait for it to come up with you. By the way, I know your name, so don't waste your time telling me."

Yang Le held Gwen's hand nervously, fearing that the other party would pull him into the white frame. He didn't know what kind of space was inside. What if it was a scary place?
"Okay, that's it." Gwen shook a few times and then retracted his right hand, acting as if he was in the tax bureau. His serious look was completely different from before.

"Because the situation is urgent, please don't interrupt me next time to avoid wasting time."

"The situation was urgent, why were you still rambling so much?" Yang Le looked at Gwen in silence. He felt uncomfortable with the other's serious expression.

"First of all, this thing is for you." Servant Gwen took out something from his waist bag and threw it to Yang Le. Yang Le took it and looked at it. He found that it was something that looked like a USB flash drive. The metal body did not look special. There was only a logo printed on the whole body.

The logo was a circle with a green hourglass-like logo printed inside. Yang Le did not recognize the logo, but he felt extremely familiar with it.

"Then there's the final point. Find the blue shadow that attacked you. That shadow is..." Gwenshi hadn't finished her words when a rapid alarm sounded from her waist. Without hesitation, Gwenshi retreated into the white frame. The frame closed before Yang Le's shocked eyes. The corridor was empty, as if nothing had happened.

"No?" Yang Le was confused. What the hell was going on? What the hell was that shadow? I didn't even skip the crucial part, so why did it get skipped?
However, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is how credible the words of this strangely dressed girl who calls herself Gwen are.

If that blue shadow was going to kill him, wouldn't it be like walking into a tiger's mouth if he approached it? After all, after talking for so long, Gwen still hadn't produced any crucial evidence.

Lifting the USB drive in front of him, Yang Le was caught in a dilemma: to believe it or not, this question...

Of course it should be handed over to the Justice League. There's nothing I can do about it since I'm just an ordinary person. Even if I'm fine, no matter how powerful I was in the past, it has nothing to do with who I am now. The smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility. Let the superheroes worry about it.

As for secretly awakening and stunning everyone? No kidding, reality isn't a movie. Is Yang Le going to risk his life to encounter something unknown just because some random pretty girl comes out and says a few words? He doesn't think he's that cheap.

Reality is not a movie, and Yang Le doesn't need to rush.

If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. Even if the superheroes feel that they have to come into contact with the blue shadow, they will send someone to protect themselves no matter what. Regardless of whether they can be saved or not, at least the psychological comfort is maximized.

After figuring this out, Yang Le quickly ran to the meeting room of the Watchtower, handed over the USB flash drive that Gwyneth had given him, and told everyone in the Justice League what Gwyneth had said to him.

It's just that Yang Le's English is not very good, so he could only gloss over some of the technical terms he didn't understand, which resulted in the Justice League members being confused.

There was no way. When Yang Le first became conscious, he didn't speak English. Thanks to Old Huang who picked him up and taught him how to speak English, he was able to communicate in daily life. But that was all. After all, most of the people where he lived were of Chinese descent, and English was not used in daily communication, so his English level had always been maintained at a level where he could communicate.

But this is not a problem for the Justice League, you can't say they have a solution.

"Mr. Yang Le," Martian Manhunter Ron stepped forward again. "If you don't suggest it, could you let me read your mind again?"

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In a space that did not belong to any universe, Gwen stamped her feet in frustration.

"FK! FK Blue Bird! I'm only one sentence away from finishing it. I'll die if you let me finish it!" Servant Gwen took out a peculiarly shaped device from his waist bag and threw it on the ground.

"Even this shielding device, can't it last a little longer? If this comic is sold, readers will label me an unreliable and funny character!"

(End of this chapter)