The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 610 Yang Le: Return

Gwen's idea was ultimately not adopted.

No, it should be said that it was not fully adopted. Pitching machines were of course banned, but the idea of ​​pitching was retained.

If the force is controlled well, the baseball will not cause too much damage to Katie, but it will still hurt if she is hit, and this pain should trigger Katie's body's protective mechanism.

Most people will hide or cover themselves subconsciously when they are hit. This is the body's protection mechanism. Even if you are not aware of it, your body will do this spontaneously.

The mutants' superpowers are also part of their bodily functions. When facing external harm, Katie might really be able to train her superpowers to be able to control them freely.

Katie looked embarrassed. To be honest, she really wanted to reject this proposal, but she could not think of a better way, so she had to accept it. After all, the times were different now, and the peaceful days were gradually fading away.

Katie silently made up her mind that even if she couldn't help Gwen fight her enemies, she would at least not be a burden.

Katie's eyes are bright, like there's a lion in them (laughs)

Gwen sat in her rocking chair, looking at Katie who hadn't dodged a single ball and was squatting on the ground crying. She empathized with Katie and ate a big bowl of pasta with tears in her eyes.

Of course, Gwen was the one who did the pitching herself. Spider-Man's strength control was first-rate, and she was the only one present who could cause Katie pain without hurting her.

This powerful control of strength comes from Gwen's daily accumulation. After all, if she doesn't control the strength well, she can really beat people into a pulp.

Yang Le once complained about Gwen when she broke her things. He called Gwen a human-shaped golden cudgel, and anyone who touched it would die, and anyone who hit it would die.

Gwen didn't understand at the time, but after she went back and checked the information, she understood what Yang Le meant. After knowing the truth, she felt angry but also a little funny, because Yang Le's description was really correct.

If Yang Le hadn't invented the suppression bracelet at the time, the United States might have experienced school shootings and other horrific violent incidents.

Thinking of the little things in the past, Gwen's mouth corners couldn't help but rise slightly. Seeing this scene, Katie, who was about to ask Gwen for comfort, suddenly became silent like a rooster with its neck grasped.

I didn't expect that after being with Gwen for such a long time, I didn't notice that she actually had S tendencies. Wouldn't it be that the more I called her, the more excited she would be?

Just like that, Gwen was thinking about happy things, Katie was thinking about scary things, and for a moment both of them on the field were distracted, but the former's actions continued.

Although Gwen was distracted, her body continued to move, and the next second the baseball in her hand was thrown out.

The whirring sound of breaking through the air was particularly harsh in the narrow space. Katie felt as if she had entered an icy cave. Her mind, which had been distracted, suddenly became clearer than ever.

She couldn't even see the baseball being thrown at her. She could only see a white, unidentified object rushing towards her at a speed invisible to the naked eye. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind.

'That must have hurt.'

"Bang!" "Snap."

Katie turned around blankly, and saw a pool of white fabric embedded in the wall behind her. Her brain immediately told her the current situation, and Katie couldn't help jumping up with excitement.

"I did it!" Katie raised her hands high and kept jumping on the spot. "Gwen! Did you see that? I could even dodge a baseball that fast!"

"Uh, yes Katie, I saw that."

Gwen congratulated Katie, but her expression was a little awkward, which made the latter a little confused. "What's wrong, Gwen?"

"Your clothes!" Gwen finally couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into laughter, slapping the armrest of her chair. "You'd better not use your powers in public again! Otherwise, you'll become the Invisible Woman of the comic book universe!"

Katie looked down and found that the clothes she had been wearing were piled at her feet. What had happened was self-evident at this time. Katie blushed for a moment. Fortunately, the only two people here were girls, but even so, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Perhaps because of shame, Katie's ability was activated again at this time, and she followed her thoughts and dived into the mud.

"Katie!"

...

"TMD!"

An old voice suddenly sounded, but it failed to cause much ripples in the noisy crowd.

It was obvious that the person cursing loudly was an old man. This standard white man had his white skin turned red because of the surge of blood.

"The country is in this state because of the incompetence of those guys! They let the superhumans ride on their heads and shit on them, and they didn't even dare to fart. How can people without any blood in their veins run a country well?"

"Calm down, old man." The man standing next to him looked nonchalant, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Hyperion is no ordinary superhuman. Machine guns and cannons can't even scratch his skin. We ordinary people have no way to deal with him."

"That's right, anyway, his target is only the superhumans, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to be patient and wait for him to finish his trouble." The person next to him echoed.

"It's because of this kind of thinking that your generation is becoming increasingly weak." The old man sneered. "I bet this is just the beginning. The more time passes, the more that superhuman will want. Do you really think he's dealing with those freaks for us?"

"Who cares?" the man tossed his cigarette butt to the ground. "We can't resist. It's like when my mom was raped by that unknown dad. In the face of absolute power, us ants can't make a ripple."

"Even an elevator can support a family, but a black man can't do it?" The old man sneered at the black man in front of him, but he didn't expect the latter to spread his hands and start fighting.

"Whatever you say, I'm not planning on getting married. I'll only spend my money on myself."

The old man's face turned even redder. He was not afraid of quarrels and fights, but he had no way to deal with this tough guy. He had no choice but to ignore the black man and start chatting with other people around him.

The black man felt bored when he saw the old man ignoring him. Flirting with these old white men was one of his few leisure activities, especially those who had served in the military. Just a few words could make them jump up and down.

The black man smacked his lips; the smell of tobacco sobered him up a little. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw an unfamiliar Asian face. It looked like there was going to be new fun.

The black man walked towards the Asian man with his eyes narrowed and his mouth kept opening as he walked.

"What? I've never seen you before, buddy. Which country are you from? South Korea? Or Japan?"

"boom!"

The discussion suddenly stopped, and everyone turned around to see a black man lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully.

(End of this chapter)