American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

Wilson of Walter Security looked at the guy one of his men had brought back from outside and exclaimed in surprise.

He was clearly a normal young man with fair skin, but his face was covered with long, curly hair that obscured his features.

What stands out most is the long nose that bulges out from between the face, resembling a dog's nose.

It makes the person look like a wild dog that came out of the mountains and forests.

“Nelson, the Timberwolf, has an extremely keen sense of smell, even more so than the most sensitive dog…” his henchman named Jacques introduced him.

After Subject 58 escaped, Homelander came over for a while but found nothing. Thinking about cracking down on piracy, he immediately left.

Naturally, no trace of number 58 was found.

Wilson searched almost the entire surrounding area, but found no trace of it.

So he sent his men to find some people with a keen sense of smell to see if they could locate the man.

After all, the Vought Group had given him a death order: if he couldn't find Number 58 who escaped from the lab, he would have to resign as the head of security.

Upon seeing the person in charge, Nelson immediately held up two fingers. "Looking for someone? Two thousand dollars!"

The Vought International signs superheroes based on whether their image and abilities meet Vought's requirements and whether they are given appropriate packaging.

However, many ordinary superhumans are not doing well, and Nelson is one of them. Because he has taken to a new drug, he is currently short of money.

Wilson glanced at him, said nothing, and had his men bring out the clothes that test subject number 58 had worn before.

"In his twenties, an adult male..."

Nelson twitched his dog-like nose, sniffed the clothes in his hand, and looked at Wilson.

Wilson nodded in satisfaction: "Find this man, and I'll give you four thousand dollars."

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Chapter 11 [Your superpowers don't seem to be of much use]

Wilson's payment pleased Nelson greatly; four thousand dollars was enough for him to splurge for a while.

So after noting down the scent of the clothes Wilson had taken out, Nelson began to deliberately wander around the neighborhoods of Pennsylvania.

He considered himself a gifted individual blessed by God, and indeed possessed an unimaginable sense of smell, constantly being disturbed by the surrounding odors.

It has deteriorated considerably since its initial version, but it is still sufficient for finding people.

"Alright, we've finished cleaning two blocks today. We'll check again tomorrow. It's just a pity there aren't any easy targets like last time..."

After a day of searching, Nelson was a little tired and decided to rest for a while, so he took a dozen beers and went back to his lodgings.

However, as soon as he entered, Nelson frowned and sniffed the air forcefully.

Although the layout of his house hadn't changed and his belongings seemed to be mostly intact, he could smell something in the air that didn't belong to him.

"Interesting... Someone actually wants to cause me trouble? And there's an aura about them, it seems somewhat familiar."

Nelson put down his beer, opened the drawer, and found that all his remaining money had been taken. A cruel smile appeared on his face amidst his surprise.

Nelson unscrewed a bottle of beer and took a swig.

Then open your nasal cavity completely, sniff hard at the scent trail in the air, and let it move in a certain direction.

He wanted to show that guy what would happen if he messed with the Timber Werewolf...

……

"Does this really work?"

Inside Harris's safe house, Harris observed the commotion outside and couldn't help but wonder.

The two had gone to look for Nelson, but when they found he wasn't in the house, they climbed inside for a quick look around, and then came back.

They deliberately left behind a lot of scent along the way, according to the Asian youth, they were planning to wait for the prey to come to them.

"You said Nelson's nickname is the Timber Werewolf, and that his sense of smell is more sensitive than the average person's, and that sensitivity might cost him his life..."

Pei Yuan wasn't sure if the werewolf would find this place; he was just taking a gamble.

Harris thought there was a high probability that the other party would be able to find it, after all, those superhumans didn't like others running wild on their territory.

And Nelson has always been ruthless.

He would likely not let the opportunity pass him by; in the past, he would never have dared to make a move on such a superhuman.

After all, besides his renowned sense of smell, Nelson also possessed a beast-like physique, making him virtually unbeatable for ordinary people.

But after witnessing Pei Yuan's ability to block bullets, he had no more worries.

Superhumans possess a wide variety of abilities, but those who can withstand bullets using their physical prowess are extremely rare.

According to his previous investigation, the so-called Timberwolves was not one of them.

The bait has been laid; now it's just a matter of seeing if the other party will take the bait.

Then, Harris would take his binoculars every few minutes to carefully examine his surroundings, as was his professional habit.

After all, compared to a superhuman's invulnerability, he still had to be careful, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died.

"They're here, they've found us."

A figure suddenly appeared on the street outside. Harris immediately muttered something when he saw this, especially when the other person opened their eyes to look at him.

Pei Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and soon saw the werewolf that Harris had mentioned.

It's not that he has particularly good eyesight, but rather that this guy's face is really conspicuous, covered in hair, and the hair is especially long.

What stands out most is the long, dog-like nose on its face.

Perhaps he's more suited to being a dog-man than a werewolf.

Nelson didn't realize that the other party was waiting for him to take the bait. When he arrived at Harris's safe house, he just felt that he was very lucky.

The goddess of luck finally favored me.

Otherwise, why would he have accepted the task of helping Walter find someone, only to have things suddenly take a turn for the better after several days of fruitless searching?

Nelson remembered that familiar aura; it was clearly the target that the Walter security team leader was looking for.

Once I confirm that the target is inside the house in front of me, then the four thousand dollars will be mine.

Praise be to Lady Luck!

Nelson muttered something to himself, then swaggered over.

As for the degree of danger, Wilson did not disclose the extent of the danger to the person for the sake of confidentiality.

Therefore, the information Nelson currently has is that he is just an ordinary petty thief who stole the property of the Vought Group.

To him, an ordinary petty thief without superpowers was nothing more than a piece of trash who could eat.

He didn't think he was inferior to a piece of trash by his own means, after all, he was a forest werewolf and relied on more than just his sense of smell.

Inside the house, Harris was also taken aback when he saw the Timberwolves swaggering towards him from the opposite side.

The other party made no attempt to conceal their intentions and showed almost no sign of wariness.

Then I realized that this also fits the nature of most superhumans. Their mindset changes, and they are mostly fearless and indifferent to ordinary people.

If he were just an ordinary person, that werewolf wouldn't be so scary.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Harris glanced at Pei Yuan, who nodded. Harris then carefully opened the door, immediately retreating to a distance.

Nelson walked into the room, saw Pei Yuan's face, his expression shifted, and then he swaggered over and pulled up a chair to sit down.

Judging from the state of the room, Nelson knew that the Asian face was someone who was talking.

At the same time, he also smelled that familiar scent from the Water branch, confirming that the person in front of him was the target he was looking for, and he couldn't help but grin excitedly.

"Oh, kid, do you know who you've messed with? You dare to steal my things? If you know what's good for you, cut off one of your hands."

"Is your nose real or fake?"

However, he did not receive a response. Instead, he saw the other person staring at his nose with a mocking look, a look that was like a sharp sword.

"Looks like you're looking to die, kid!"

Nelson understood that this arrogant fellow needed to be taught a lesson and shown what respect was.

Poof!

Nelson clenched his fists, and a sharp bone spur protruded from between his fingers, making it look like he was raising his middle finger.

He grinned cruelly.

He swung his fist out suddenly, determined to pierce a hole in his opponent's body!

As his target, he wouldn't kill him; this attack would only cause him pain and cause him to bleed a little more.

He has a lot of experience in this area.

However, his expression froze the next moment. His bone spurs pierced the other person's body as if they were cutting through a steel plate, unable to penetrate even an inch. Instead, the intense pain was transmitted from the bone spurs to his arm.

He raised his head subconsciously.