The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"Hey! Sheriff Stacy, I heard you solved a big case. How about doing me the honor of grabbing a drink?"

"Maybe next time, Jesse." George shook his head at his colleague's invitation. "I still need to check on the injured guys."

"How are they? Serious?"

"Not bad, at least they were conscious when they got into the ambulance."

"In that case, next time then. Remember to give them my best for a speedy recovery."

"I will, old friend." After parting ways with his colleague, George arrived at the locker room door. Just as he was about to push it open, he heard someone speaking inside.

"Are you saying that the maniac who blew up a street got bailed out?"

George paused, his hand still on the locker room door.

"Yeah, my buddy who works at the prison said some big shot, who can't be named, came and paid a bail and took him away."

"FK! I don't know if we're cops or kidnappers. They let people go for a bit of money."

"You can say that kind of nonsense to me, but don't say it again, alright? Ah~ You'll get used to it after you've worked here for a while."

George gripped the doorknob tightly, then pushed the door open. The two people in the locker room immediately fell silent when they saw someone enter.

"Sheriff Stacy." ×2 The two officers greeted George as soon as they saw him.

"Off duty, no need to be so formal." George waved his hand.

"Okay, Sheriff Stacy, we'll be heading out then. See you tomorrow," one of the officers said.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." George went to his locker, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

The two officers breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the locker room.

The locker room door closed, and the footsteps of the two officers grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared.

"Bang!" George's fist slammed heavily on the metal locker, but eventually, George's fist loosened weakly, and his straight back also bent.

"What's wrong? Sheriff Stacy?" Luke sat on the hospital bed, looking at George, who wasn't in high spirits.

"Oh? Oh! It's nothing, just a little tired." George came back to his senses, rubbed his temples with one finger, and pretended to be sleepy.

Luke looked at the tired George and said with a smile, "Then don't stay with me. Go back and rest early. I'm really fine."

Luke even struck a strongman pose, but the movement tugged at his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Really fine," Luke gritted his teeth, trying to appear healthy.

"Alright, take good care of yourself. I can't do without a capable man like you on my team." Seeing Luke's expression, even George, who wasn't in high spirits, was amused and smiled. He got up, patted Luke on the shoulder, and said goodbye.

Leaving the hospital, George returned to his car, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. He discovered that the lighter wasn't in the cigarette case. He searched his pockets but couldn't find it either. He sighed helplessly and began searching the car.

Opening the sun visor, a photo fell onto his lap. His gaze softened when he saw the photo.

It was a photo of Gwen. In the photo, Gwen was smiling and making a peace sign in front of her drum set. If you looked closely, you could even see the gap in her teeth.

"Gwen will be starting high school in a while. I should prepare a gift for her. Oh, right, and that brat Peter too."

George stroked the photo, his gentle gaze gradually becoming firm. He put the photo back, put the cigarette back in the cigarette case, started the car, and drove home under the moonlight.

"A new pair of drumsticks should be good. Gwen will definitely like them."

"New drumsticks! You're so thoughtful, Habi!" Gwen looked at the gift brought by Yang Le with surprise.

"I'm glad you like them. I remember you said that the old ones felt a little uncomfortable to use. How about the new ones, do they feel good?" Yang Le looked at Gwen expectantly, waiting for her evaluation.

Gwen waved the drumsticks a few times, and the drumsticks flew up and down in her hands.

"Great, it's like they were tailor-made for me." Gwen couldn't put her new drumsticks down.

'They were tailor-made for you,' Yang Le thought in his heart.

Of course, Yang Le didn't have that ability. He could make chopsticks, but drumsticks, a high-difficulty item, were entrusted to him by the alien.

Although Azmuth initially only gave him five aliens, the allocation of these five aliens was reasonable, basically able to deal with most situations, and should have been carefully selected by Azmuth.

These five aliens are Tetramand (Four Arms), Methanosian (Swampfire), Petrosapien (Diamondhead), Segmantasapien (Blockade) and Galvanic Mechamorph (Upgrade).

Gwen's drumsticks were made of mixed materials made by Upgrade. Although most of the raw materials came from garbage, the toughness was tested by Four Arms, and ordinary humans would definitely not be able to break them.

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Yang Le also felt when making drumsticks that alien genes were also affecting him. For example, Upgrade always wanted to install some kind of laser emitter in the drumsticks, even if Yang Le tried his best not to think about it, his hands would unconsciously modify them in that direction.

Four Arms also, was competing with the drumsticks during the test, and had to break the drumsticks even if he only needed to test them with a little force.

Yang Le was exhausted for the drumsticks, of course, other aliens also had an impact on Yang Le.

Swampfire gave him the feeling of DC's Martian Manhunter, very polite, and polite even when facing dangerous criminals like Thriller.

Diamondhead and Blockade had the least impact on him, of which Blockade can be said to have no impact at all.

However, this influence is also gradually decreasing as the number of his transformations increases.

"Hey, Habi! What are you thinking about? Did you hear what I just said?" Gwen patted Yang Le, who was lost in thought.

Yang Le, who was still recalling the history of drumsticks and tears, was patted by Gwen and came back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" Yang Le looked at Gwen in a daze.

"Gwen asked if you want to watch her play the drums," Peter explained from the side.

"Watch! Of course I want to watch, when?" Yang Le quickly said, looking at Gwen who frowned.

"How about today, it just so happens that Uncle Ben is going to prepare an enrollment party for us, and Aunt May will make a table of delicious food. Habi, you come too." Peter looked at Yang Le expectantly, obviously looking forward to Yang Le attending the party.

"No problem."

"Really, great, Uncle Ben and the others will definitely like you." Peter became excited after hearing Yang Le's agreement, and Gwen was also very happy, but obviously not ready to let go of Yang Le who had just ignored her.

"Oh, that's really thank you for taking the time to come." Gwen deliberately spoke in a strange tone. Yang Le smiled flatteringly at first, and then quickly pulled Peter to speak.

"By the way, does Peter like the gift I gave you?" Gwen looked at Yang Le who changed the subject and was a little helpless, so she could only clench her fist and wave it to show her threat.