A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 115 The Giant's Performance

Taking the silver metal helmet handed over by the old black man, Bai Ye smiled and winked at Clint, who reluctantly took out a few rolls of money from a small module on the waist of the power armor and threw it away.

After a quick glance, Turk knew that not only was the money not missing, but it was a little more. This is one of the skills he has been able to get from Hell's Kitchen to the present.

He raised his head and looked at the two people flying up - Hawkeye was caught flying, wiped the corners of his eyes and shouted emotionally: "Go slowly, go slowly!"

Returning to the aircraft, he glanced at Wanda who was dozing off, and Clint asked with some confusion: "You said you were looking for two of my old friends. Where is the other one?"

Bai Ye said casually: "You will know later. Take us to the Arkady Murder World in Nevada. Remember to turn on the stealth position when entering the state." The second half of the sentence was for the driver.

After Eagle Eye walked away with a puzzled look on his face, he took a closer look at the silver helmet in his hand. It looked smooth and round, and there were two transmitters on his forehead that looked like ant antennae.

Of course, this broken helmet is not for repairing and making friends with ants. Not everyone likes to eat, live with, and sleep with small bugs like Ant-Man.

The most important function of this helmet is to control Pym particles, and some models of helmets also have a built-in micro laboratory, which is in line with the ants' habit of hiding things in nooks and crannies.

As long as he takes this helmet back and has it repaired by a craftsman, Bai Ye can get part of Hank Pym's inheritance if he is lucky, but in order to prevent himself from having bad luck
He had to find an old Thunderbolt member who had Pym particles in his blood.

Maybe Pym particles can be found in other places, but I don’t know if they’re some civilian stuff.

Next to the circus tent, there is a gorgeous high platform standing in an open space. On the high platform is a stage full of strong comedy style.

Red and white curtains decorated the surroundings of the high platform, and colorful neon lights flashed in the night, casting colorful light.

On the high platform, a host wearing a funny and exaggerated costume stood under the spotlight, holding a shining microphone and unabashedly showing his passion.

He shouted enthusiastically: "Come and see the finale of the night! Look at the tallest and strongest man in the world!"

The host's tone was full of banter and exaggeration, creating an atmosphere of anticipation for the upcoming performance. After all, this is his ability to eat.

His words quickly attracted the crowd of onlookers, who could not help but move closer to the stage and gaze curiously at what the "tallest and strongest" man who was about to appear would look like.

"Who is he the tallest man in the world?"

Somewhere in the sky directly above, inside the completely invisible Moon Knight aircraft, Eagle Eye couldn't help but gnashed his teeth as he listened to the voice coming from below. He already knew who the 'old friend' Bai Ye was talking about was.

"Hank easily exceeded 70 meters in height back then. How big can this bastard get? 50 meters or 60 meters?"

Shrugged, Bai Ye comforted: "Ant-Man is indeed the tallest man in the world, there is no doubt about it. But we have come so far and are here, so we should finish watching this show first."

Listening to Bai Ye's words, Clint barely suppressed his anger and looked down steadily from the observation port. His enhanced vision and the telescope equipped on the power armor allowed him to easily see things hundreds of meters away.

Including his current enemy and friend at his feet, former member of the Thunderbolts, Atlas.

That guy was originally a small version of Luke Cage. Later, after being inadvertently exposed to Pym particles, he gained the ability to grow in size. It was he who stepped on the Quicksilver of this universe to death.

The host waved the microphone in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Let us give him some applause and encouragement! The giant is about to appear!" His voice was full of excitement and passion, reverberating under the night, triggering the scene. Great response from the audience.

The audience immediately cheered, clapped vigorously, and gave out deafening applause and cheers.Under the light, the faces of the audience were full of expectations. They were curiously looking forward to the appearance of the man known as the 'Giant', hoping to witness a fascinating visual feast.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a bald old man who was probably only about 1.7 meters tall came out.He was dressed in an eye-catching outfit, wearing a slightly faded red tights that hugged his muscular body tightly and highlighted his muscle lines.

On his chest, a huge letter 'A' attracts everyone's attention.

But when the audience saw that the bald old man was not as tall and powerful as they imagined, some boos and cries of dissatisfaction erupted in the stadium.Some people couldn't help but stand up and shouted loudly: "Fake Squid, return the money!"

The sudden boos made the atmosphere a bit awkward, and some people began to discuss, expressing their disappointment with the appearance of this 'giant'.

After all, they came here expecting to see a real giant, but now they saw an ordinary-looking old man.

Facing the boos and jeers from the audience, the bald old man kept a calm expression, because he would give these people a performance worthy of the ticket price. He has been doing this for more than ten years, and is even older than him. Being a hero lasts a long time.

"Hey!"

He shouted softly and clenched his hands, his muscles instantly began to expand, and his height gradually increased.His shoulders widened and his chest expanded. His whole body seemed to be supported by a powerful energy, and his momentum immediately increased sharply, wildly, and vigorously!
However, what is even more shocking is that his clothing seems to be adapting to this change. The red tights and pants are not bursting, but stretching along the lines of his muscles without leaving a trace of wrinkle.

The colors and patterns on it haven't changed at all, matching his huge body.

His gigantic process seems to become slower in the extension of time, and every inch of growth brings a strong visual impact.

Finally, amid the exclamations and screams of the audience, he stopped growing and stabilized at an incredible height of 40 meters.

Standing there, he was a living giant, majestic and spectacular.His wrinkled face still remained calm and calm, watching everything around him as usual.

The high platform seemed insignificant in front of him, and the cheers of the audience became insignificant, turning into whispers in the breeze.

At this time, the host stood on the high platform, his voice almost became excited and frantic, he waved the microphone, his eyes were burning with fanatical flames: "This is our giant! This is Atlas, the Avenger. The destroyer!"

Listening to the host's shouts, the giant Atlas still maintained his calm expression.

He has always been just a fool, whether as a villain, or as a hero. Or a clown in a circus for people to watch.

(End of this chapter)