The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 624 Quentin Kuail

Deep in the subway station, Quentin was standing in front of a collapsed passage, looking at the passage blocked by rubble, wondering what he was thinking.

"rustle."

There was the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the ground, and Quentin pushed his large sunglasses. These glasses were still too big for him and had to be reset every once in a while, otherwise they would slide off his ears.

"Kuai'er, why are you still here?"

An old man wearing a knitted hat came out from the corner of the tunnel and looked at Quentin, who was old enough to be his grandson, with a worried expression.

"Miss Tandy and Mr. Tyrone have already reached an agreement with the Viper Gang. They have forgiven our theft and are now gathering everyone in the hall."

The old man's tone was gentle, and it seemed as if he was really talking to his grandson.

"Let's go quickly. Those big shots have assigned us some work. If we do well, we'll get another meal. If we go too late, we'll have nothing."

"Let Kilgrave get out of here." Quentin answered the question irrelevantly. Instead of responding to the old man's words, he mentioned another person. The irrelevant answer made the old man stunned.

"What are you talking about, Kuail? Why are you suddenly mentioning Mr. Zebudiah?" The old man looked at Quentin in confusion. "Let's go, it will be too late later."

"Stop pretending," Quentin rolled his eyes. "We both know your abilities. If you have the time to mess with me, you might as well be direct and save time."

The old man stopped talking, and then there was a sound of leather shoes heels rubbing against the ground. The sound kept echoing in the empty tunnel, and Quentin frowned when he heard it.

A few seconds later, Zebudiah came out from the corner of the tunnel just like the old man before. The difference was that Zebudiah's face no longer contained timidity, but was full of confidence. His every move was elegant, and he looked like a country gentleman from somewhere.

"You do know my little secret, Mr. Quentin," Zebudiah said with a smile. "I'm curious how you knew it. I was so careful."

"I can smell that stench of yours from a mile away." Quentin fanned his nose with his hand. "And you've been stirring up the crowd in front of me so often. Only a fool wouldn't notice."

"Really?" Zebdia clapped his hands. "It seems Miss Tandy and Mr. Tyrone aren't as clever as you, kid. They're chosen just like me, so giving them such powerful power is a waste."

"If I could use those two powers, I wouldn't have to stay in such a small place and worry about them."

Zebudiah's face flashed with madness, but he quickly returned to normal and said, "But unfortunately, because of a small failure, I don't dare to use my superpowers on creatures that are also superhuman like me. Otherwise, I would have..."

"That's enough," Quentin interrupted Zebudia's self-congratulation. "I don't have time for you barking like that. After I finish you off, I still have to clean up after those Panda Express guys."

"You're arrogant, Quentin." Zebdiah remained calm and composed. "I assume you possess superpowers, don't you? But if you think you can defeat me with that little power, you're seriously mistaken."

Zebudiah snapped his fingers, and a dozen people emerged from the corner, tall and short, fat and thin, all of them, the other people in the shelter.

"My abilities extend beyond controlling just one shriveled old man," Zebudiah said, his lips curled up. "I don't know my limits yet, but controlling a dozen or twenty ordinary people is easy enough." Zebudiah glared at the pink-haired boy before him and said, "Well, are you regretting your impulsiveness? Too late, kid! This is a lesson for your rude words to me! Go ahead and kill him!"

At Zebudiah's command, those ordinary people with dull eyes suddenly took a step forward and rushed towards Quentin. Combined with the surrounding environment, it looked like a zombie apocalypse.

Quentin, the target, seemed to be frightened and just stood there watching the group of people rushing towards him. Facing the opponent's miserable appearance, Zebudia smiled with confidence of winning.

"boom!"

A deafening gunshot echoed in the tunnel below, and it took a long time for the sound to subside. Zebudiah's smile froze on his face, and his smile disappeared as he watched the crowd flying backwards.

"Where did the gun come from?" Zebdia looked through the gap in the crowd and saw Quentin holding a double-barreled shotgun with a shortened barrel. The most surprising thing was that the gun was pink, just like his hair color.

"You seem to think you have me in your hands." Quentin held a double-barreled shotgun in one hand and with the other hand, he casually grabbed the pair of sunglasses that had fallen to the ground due to the recoil.

"You actually shot at ordinary people!" Zebdia was shocked. "You little lunatic!"

Zebudia felt that Quentin was too extreme. Even he, who claimed to be a bad guy, would not take other people's lives at will, but that pink-haired boy actually took out a gun and shot an ordinary person!
This guy is even worse than me, a psychopath or something!

"Open your eyes wide and see." Quentin put his glasses back on. "I didn't expect you to be so incompetent that even your eyesight isn't working well."

Zebudia lowered his head and found that those who were shot had no blood, not even any wounds, but they were indeed not moving. Even Zebudia could not control them. They looked like they were asleep.

"What's going on?" Zebudiah was shocked.

Quentin scratched his ear and said, "With your intelligence, it's hard for me to explain it to you. You'll understand once you experience it yourself."

Zebdiah entered the Ice Cave and shouted, "Stop him! Stop him!"

After saying this, Zebudiah turned and ran away, completely losing the elegance he had at the beginning, looking like a wild dog fleeing in panic.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several gunshots rang out behind him, and Zebudia didn't even dare to turn his head, as if there was some ferocious beast behind him, and he would be swallowed up if he was a second slower.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of something being buckled, and Zebdia felt a tightness on his ankles. Then his legs lost control, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a step, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Because he was running at full speed, Zebudia was so dizzy when he fell that his clothes were covered with dust and his arms and face were also bruised.

(End of this chapter)