The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 725 Zheng Xian
Yang Le didn't have to wait too long. The Shenmao Bureau was very fast. In just about ten minutes, a transport plane hovered above them.

Because the terrain of Greater Khingan Range is rugged and there are dense forests, the transport plane cannot land at all, so they can only send a few people to lower down with equipment ropes, put the equipment on them, and then pull them up with ropes.

A total of five people got off the transport plane. They were all wearing uniform black and red combat uniforms and were armed with live ammunition. Just by looking at them, you could tell that they were a group of qualified soldiers.

Because of his X-vision, Yang Le could clearly see the physical conditions of several people. Although they were not as good as those superhumans, they were indeed the elites among ordinary humans.

Three Shenmao Bureau warriors equipped Ji Shuangshuang and the other two with equipment, while the remaining two warriors walked towards Yang Le.

"We need to examine you, please cooperate with us."

A soldier was holding an instrument that looked like a metal scanner, but Yang Le guessed that it was not such a low-level thing. However, Yang Le was not afraid. There was no such thing as kryptonite in the Marvel Universe, and nothing could hurt him without him knowing.

Yang Le cooperated very well and unzipped his shirt, then took it off to reveal his muscular upper body wearing only a white vest. His perfect body, as if chopped by a knife or an axe, attracted a lot of people's attention.

Although Yang Le himself has a good figure, it is still far inferior to that of a Kryptonian. His muscles are like a perfect body of plaster art, which can only be achieved by those who go crazy in the gym.

But for Kryptonians, all they need is some sunshine.

Seeing that Yang Le was very cooperative, the two soldiers' expressions eased a little, but they still scanned Yang Le's body with the instrument in a businesslike manner.

As Yang Le expected, when the instrument scanned the small broken watch logo on the belt, it really started beeping, but to Yang Le's surprise, the two soldiers seemed not to hear it and skipped the small broken watch and continued scanning.

After they had thoroughly scanned Yang Le's body, the two soldiers put away the equipment, signaled Yang Le that he could put on his clothes, and then began to put equipment on him.

Yang Le narrowed his eyes. Although he was a little confused, he did not ask in a hurry. These people were just soldiers. He would not get anything out of them. It would not be too late to ask them after he met the leader.

After hanging the buckle of the rope on the equipment, Yang Le and others were pulled up by the rope.

Holding the door frame with one hand, Yang Le stepped into the transport plane. He was the last person to board the plane, and the cabin door behind him naturally closed after he boarded the plane.

Looking up and glancing around, what came into view was a very ordinary transport warehouse. There was no high-tech interior, a row of seats on each side, and some equipment hung on the wall.

"this way please."

One of the two soldiers who was in charge of checking Yang Le just now said this. He took Yang Le to a seat and motioned Yang Le to sit in this position.

Yang Le had no objection. At present, the attitude of the Shenmao Bureau towards him was quite friendly. This was a good start. As the saying goes, one should not hit a smiling person. Yang Le, who came with good intentions, was happy to be obedient and avoid trouble.

After he sat down, the other people in the transport cabin also found a seat and sat down. The two soldiers in charge of him sat next to him, and the others sat opposite him.

It seems that these two soldiers are responsible for monitoring his every move. That's right, there is no reason for the SHIELD not to be vigilant against a stranger like him who knows the SHIELD.

Yang Le could clearly see with his X-vision that the heartbeats of everyone, including the driver, were very subtle. Although not exaggerated, they were all faster than a normal person's heartbeat rate.

This meant that they were very nervous, especially the two people sitting next to him, whose heartbeats were even faster than others. It seemed that no one was as calm as they looked on the surface.

Yang Le smiled quietly, closing his eyes calmly, seemingly resting. While Yang Le rested, the others on the transport plane didn't dare to relax like him. Facing this man whose punches and kicks were as powerful as a large-caliber firearm, even Ji Shuangshuang and the other two dared not underestimate him.

It only took a dozen minutes to get here, and it certainly wouldn't take much time to go back. After a slight shake, Yang Le knew that the transport plane had landed.

The soldier sitting next to him was about to inform Yang Le, but the latter opened his eyes first and then consciously unbuckled his seat belt.

"We're getting there, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

The soldiers looked at Yang Le who had already stood up and felt that although Yang Le looked like he was resting just now, he should still be highly focused, otherwise he would not have reacted so quickly to the outside world.

But he was wrong. Yang Le was really resting just now. He woke up purely because Kryptonians have keen perception and he can get a general idea of ​​the situation even with his eyes closed.

Two soldiers, one on each side, took Yang Le out of the transport plane first. The change in light indoors and outdoors did not affect him at the moment. Before he walked out of the cabin door, he had already seen dozens of figures standing outside the transport plane.

These dozens of figures were all ordinary staff members or soldiers, not enough to attract Yang Le's attention, but the one leading them was different.

The leader was a man wearing a slightly loose striped suit. Although he was dressed neatly and had a tie, he had an indescribable casual feeling, which formed a sharp contrast with the capable atmosphere of the people around him.

The man had an exquisite slicked-back hair and a smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze. He looked at Yang Le and the others who got off the transport plane with a smile.

After Yang Le walked to a certain distance, the man stretched out his right hand and said with a smile.

"Hello, unknown guest. My name is Zheng Xian, and I am the head of the Shenmao Bureau you are looking for."

Yang Le raised the corner of his mouth and reached out to shake it.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Zheng Xian. I've heard a lot about you."

"Have you heard of me?" Zheng Xian was still smiling, but a barely perceptible light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

"No," Yang Le answered simply. "I'm just being polite, don't take it seriously."

Zheng Xian was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"You are such a wonderful person. To be honest, I just wanted to communicate with you in English, but I didn't expect your Chinese to be so good."

"It's natural to speak your mother tongue well." Yang Le shrugged, but everyone looked away.

"Are you a mixed-race person?" Zheng Xian asked.

"Almost." Yang Le nodded, but he was not a mixed-race of Chinese and American, but barely a mixed-race of Earth and Krypton.

(End of this chapter)