The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 487 There are still many good people in the world
Yang Le lowered his head, put his nose to the ground and began to search for any remaining 'information'.

This process is very difficult. As a large supermarket, Walmart's customer flow can only be described as terrifying. White people and black people have relatively strong body odor. Coupled with the influence of other environmental factors, it is not easy to accurately find the target.

Not only that, Yang Le also smelled a particularly strong smell of chemicals in the air. It seemed that it was the work of the subsequent relief troops. This undoubtedly made it more difficult for Yang Le to retrieve information.

Moreover, the most crucial thing is that Yang Le did not know in advance what the so-called No. 1 target actually tasted like, so it is not an exaggeration to say that Yang Le’s current behavior is like a monkey trying to reach the moon.

Of course, Yang Le had thought of these difficulties in advance, but why did he still want to become a super beast? That was of course because of one point mentioned in the military information - the heart.

Whether it is the process of digging out the heart or the time when the heart is exposed, blood will definitely flow out. According to the report submitted by the Thunderbolt Team, it was mentioned that the No. 1 target is to dig out the heart after turning into a giant.

The Thunderbolts were able to make such a judgment without seeing the scene with their own eyes. There was only one possibility, that is, the size of the heart discovered was far larger than that of a normal human heart.

The giant's heart is not only large in size, but also has an astonishing amount of blood production. As can be seen from previous battles, the amount of bleeding is really huge.

This means that although this place looks brand new, there must have been a pool of blood here not long ago. In such a short period of time, the military was able to clean up all the blood and spray chemical reagents to cover up the bloody smell. It can only be said that it is amazing.

But these were only superficial efforts for Yang Le, who had turned into a super beast. After using his brain to process the odor molecules for a while, Yang Le indeed discovered a very "conspicuous" smell.

This smell gradually became clearer in the eyes of the Super Beast. In the Super Beast's sight, a blood-red route gradually became clear. How to describe it?
By the way, it’s just like the path-finding system when you play games. After you determine the target on the map, a line will appear on the map or on the road to guide you to find the target.

"Hululu!"

Yang Le let out a satisfied growl, spread out his four legs and began to move forward following the blood-red line.

...

"Hoo~ho~ho!"

In an alley where the sun never reaches, a man in a purple hoodie was breathing heavily. The strand of golden hair that fell out of the hood had been soaked with sweat and turned into a wisp.

The oversized hoodie couldn't hold up the man at all, and it shone on his body like a tablecloth, looking weird no matter how you looked at it.

However, this is not the strangest thing. There is a large red area on the man's chest, which is very eye-catching even on the purple clothes.

"We can't go on like this." The man stood up from the ground. "Those guys will catch up soon."

The man was not sure how long his trick could deceive the group of people. The experimental life over the past few days had made him feel afraid of the army and scientists. He always thought that the soldiers were very scary and felt that if he stayed in one place for too long, he would most likely be caught.

He could no longer use that strength. It felt like drowning. He had no strength in his body and could only watch himself being swallowed by the bottomless sea. The feeling of gradually losing consciousness made the man feel terrified.

The man had a feeling that as he used that power more and more, one day his consciousness would be swallowed up and he would never be able to change it back.

So the man made up his mind not to use that power again unless he had to. He was just a small person, he didn't have any superhero dreams, nor did he want to be a super villain, he just wanted to survive.

If he hadn't wanted to cure his cancer, he wouldn't have participated in this experiment. Now his cancer has been cured, but he has also turned into a monster.

"Boom."

The sound of a car engine rang out, and the man subconsciously retreated back into the alley like a startled bird, but curiosity forced him to take a look outside. Thankfully, it wasn't a military vehicle, just an old Ford that was no longer in use. Its outrageous fuel consumption was its biggest drawback; in the past, the man probably wouldn't have even given it a second glance.

"If it wasn't a special situation, I wouldn't take this car even if someone invited me."

"Forget it, Johnny." Susan said angrily from the passenger seat. "It's good enough to find a working car."

"I just hope it can take us to a safe area." Reed, who was holding the steering wheel, was also a little pessimistic because he had just glanced at the car's fuel gauge, which made him unable to be optimistic no matter what.

"Save your energy, everyone," Ben said carelessly, leaning back in his chair. "If this car breaks down, we'll have to walk again. It's best to recover our strength now."

"That makes sense, Private." Reed gave a thumbs up.

"Whatever you say." Ben shrugged.

"There seems to be a person named Reed in front." Susan said uncertainly with her eyes narrowed.

After Susan's reminder, Reed also discovered that there was a faceless person standing on the side of the road. The person was stretching out his right hand and giving a thumbs up, apparently wanting to get a ride.

"What do you say?" Reed quietly slowed down and asked the opinions of others in the car.

"I think it's better not to meddle in other people's business." Johnny said listlessly. The injuries on his body did not allow him to behave like a young man in his twenties.

"I'm in favor of helping," Ben said.

"Of course I'll still listen to your two opinions."

"Help him, Reed." Susan also joined in.

In fact, Reed didn't want to save them. If he had the energy to do so, he wouldn't suggest helping others. But wouldn't it be stupid to help others when he and his companions were in danger?

Reed remained silent, pressing the accelerator deeper and deeper. He decided to speed away and leave without paying any attention to the stranger.

The man looked at the car that was obviously speeding up, and his eyes gradually dimmed. Although he had no hope in the first place, the feeling of being ignored and abandoned was really uncomfortable.

"You'd better figure it out yourself," the man sighed.

"squeak!"

The man looked at the car parked in front of him, and his eyes, which had just dimmed, regained their brightness again. There are still good people in the world.

However, Reed, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was so angry that he wanted to hit the steering wheel.

FK! No gas!

(End of this chapter)