A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 111 Shelter
"Powered armor?" Hearing what Bai Ye described, the craftsman was stunned for a moment, and then he was afraid of hitting the bipedal mecha beside him and said, "Is this what you are talking about?"

Running fast, lifting heavy objects, resisting attacks, sounds exactly the same.

The corners of Bai Ye's mouth twitched, and his eyes swept to the biped mecha made by the craftsman. The only protection for the human body was the iron rods extending down from the shoulders, which looked like the safety bars of a roller coaster seat.

This has nothing to do with what I just said about 'defending attacks from any direction'.

"Are we just standing here talking?" He did not answer the craftsman's words, but turned to look at the sand dunes in the distance. The moonlight sprinkled on the sand, reflecting a silvery white light.

The craftsman patted his head and said with a smile: "It's my problem. Let's go to my shelter."

The surrounding people in bipedal mechas also turned off their high-power searchlights one after another, and turned to walk towards the depths of the valley behind them, where the shelter built by the craftsmen was.

"Turn off the engine and rest for a while, we won't go back for now." Bai Ye turned on the communication and issued an order to the pilot inside the aircraft, and then led everyone to follow their pace.

Walking forward, there are more and more traces of human existence beside the route. Wires and cameras are hung on the cliffs on both sides. Some discarded tires and metal steel frames are randomly piled up on the edge of the rock wall. It seems that it has been a while.

After walking for a while, the craftsman turned away. The red band on his forehead fluttered gently in the breeze. He warned everyone: "Be careful when you go in."

Seeing that several people seemed to be a little confused, he explained again: "My shelter is basically full of civilians, and there are many old people and children. It is not like the place you used to be in the Weapon X factory. They need to be safe. rest at night."

After listening to his explanation, everyone nodded to express their understanding.

But when they got near the camp, Bai Ye and his party could see from a distance in the small town built in the depths of the valley, lights flickering in the dark night, faint light came out from the windows, and there seemed to be figures shaking on the street.

The craftsman frowned. At this time, these people should have fallen asleep.

Bai Ye walked slowly into the streets of the town and felt the gazes from the surrounding villagers. Through the glass windows, he saw those villagers observing him secretly, with vigilance and fear in their eyes.

On one side of the street, a group of villagers gathered together, discussing in low voices, some people pointed their fingers at Bai Ye, and then pointed at his mecha, as if they were discussing something.The children's eyes were wide open, staring at him curiously, but also with a hint of fear.

Seeing the worried looks of the villagers, the craftsman couldn't help but sigh. He understood that if he left in a hurry without saying a word, and brought an armed team with him, he would be seen by a few people who stayed up all night and told everyone. .

Thanks to his usual education on the safety awareness of the villagers, these people are ready to run away at any time. Thinking of this, the craftsman can't help feeling a little more proud.

However, pride is pride, and the misunderstanding still needs to be resolved. The craftsman made a trumpet shape with his hand and shouted: "It's okay, it's a false alarm!"

His voice echoed on the streets of the small town and gradually spread to the ears of every villager. As the leader who had sheltered everyone for decades, his words naturally carried enough weight.

After hearing that there was no danger, the atmosphere in the shelter town gradually relaxed a lot.The villagers started to come out of the houses, and surrounded Bai Ye and the craftsman curiously.

Even a few children ran over excitedly, their eyes full of curiosity and surprise.

Among them was a little girl, about five or six years old, who walked gingerly to the side of the silver-white Hulkbuster mecha.She carefully stretched out her little hand, wanting to touch it gently.As soon as her fingers touched the surface of the mecha, she couldn't help but let out a scream of excitement.

Other children also joined in, jumping around the mecha. They pointed and talked, full of curiosity about the huge silver-white armor in front of them.

The craftsman looked at the group of children around him, and suddenly pretended to be angry and shouted: "Hey! You guys! Why aren't you sleeping?! Go back to your bed, or the venom will come and take you away later!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly put on a scary monster expression, stretching out his hands as if to grab them.

The children were suddenly amused by him, screaming and bursting into laughter.Some little guys even covered their faces cooperatively, pretending to be scared.The craftsman smiled and seemed to have found a little fun.

After a while of playing, the children and villagers finally returned to their houses. The laughter gradually dissipated and the town returned to tranquility again.

The craftsman stood on the street, looked at the surrounding environment, and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"You take good care of your people."

Bai Ye was also looking around this town. Compared to the numb people he saw under Magneto's rule or in Doctor Doom's territory, the people here were much better in terms of physical fitness and mental state.

Hearing Bai Ye's compliment, the craftsman just smiled, and then led everyone to a cave, where a huge metal door came into view.

The cave is located on the edge of the town and seems to have been deliberately selected to be hidden yet practical.

Standing in front of the metal gate, the craftsman reached out and pressed a button hidden aside.The metal door opened slowly, revealing a passage.

"Welcome to my workshop," the craftsman said to the crowd, his voice full of confidence and pride.

"This is not only our secret base, but also the birthplace of all the technology and equipment I created. Come in and let me show it to you."

Under the illumination of the light in the cave, Bai Ye's attention was finally attracted by a detail on the craftsman.

He glanced at the craftsman's legs and saw that the right leg was a prosthetic leg made of alloy. This prosthetic leg looked extremely strong, with a smooth surface and a cold sheen of metal.

Sensing Bai Ye's gaze, the craftsman turned his head and smiled slightly, the mustache above his lips trembled, "It happened during the Vietnam War, I was at that time."

He swallowed the rest of the words just after recalling the past. The craftsman shook his head sadly and walked into the cave, obviously unwilling to mention this matter.

But even if he didn't say anything, Bai Ye knew what was going on.

During the Vietnam War, the craftsman was blown off with one leg and one arm. Then, in order to survive, he used his rarely-known magical talent, combined with his mutant ability, to create a portal with the souls of nine dead comrades-in-arms, and released An ancient demon comes to fight.

After the war, he regretted this blasphemous act and stopped using his magical talents.

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(End of this chapter)