A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 153 The New World
After a while, the craftsman silently raised his hand and pressed it on Bai Ye's shoulder, wanting to comfort him but couldn't express it.

Even his mutant ability is not omnipotent, and it is simply impossible to save a set of equipment that can cure cancer.

Bai Ye gently pushed the craftsman's hand away, and said calmly: "But... as long as I have this teleporter, I can find a cure for cancer."

He reached out and touched the pendant on his chest, which was given to him by Doctor Strange when he was in the Holy of Holies. With the touch of his fingertips, a faint light flashed across the curve of the pendant.

And if technological means don't work, a little magic.

The craftsman nodded and said solemnly: "Although I know nothing about curing diseases, I am best at making and repairing things, so just leave this to me."

After speaking, he immediately turned his head and flipped through the pile of documents.

The idea of ​​the teleportation mechanism in the information on the desktop seems to be a little different from the existing one, but they have something in common, as if a schizophrenic person wrote two answers in different ways of thinking.

The craftsman knew very well that he and the wasteland world owed a lot of love to Bai Ye, and he had to help Bai Ye perfect the teleporter, both emotionally and morally.

Seeing that the craftsman started to get busy, Bai Ye understood that he was devoting himself to the manufacture of the conveyor, so he stopped disturbing him.Turning around gently, he left the craftsman's workshop, passed through the laboratory, and came back to the console of this building.

"Live video."

With a wave of Bai Ye's hand, several picture windows immediately appeared in front of his eyes, showing the scene of the Thunder Warriors fighting the wasteland villains.

In a screen window, a fat man in green full armor appeared.His whole body was wrapped in thick green metal, and behind him, several mechanical arms protruded from the armor, flexible and flexible.

This guy stood in front of an abandoned factory, and the surrounding environment was dilapidated, which matched his temperament very well.

"Stay away from me! I just want to be alone!"

His voice was full of anger and helplessness, and the mechanical arm kept stabbing out, but every time it happened to be avoided by the soldiers in golden power armor.

A dense rain of bullets hit his green armor with pits and holes.The sound of metal crashing and splashing of sparks made Fatty's image even more embarrassing.

Just as he was waving his mechanical arm to cover it, a thunder warrior suddenly appeared from behind him, quickly inserted a sharp blade into his power pack, and then quickly jumped back.

Accompanied by the sound of electricity and a terrible cracking sound, the fat man let out a scream and exploded, and a burning fireball rose slowly at the gate of the factory.

"Doctor Octopus has been confirmed dead. I repeat, Doctor Octopus has been confirmed dead!" The Thunder Warrior who had just stabbed the blade ran to the wreckage and looked through it for a while, then opened the communication channel to report.

Then, several photos of Doctor Octopus's corpse were developed on Bai Ye's side. He picked them up and looked at them. The photos were very clear and captured every detail.

Bai Ye casually handed it to the official who had been standing by, "Make dozens if not millions of copies of these photos - including those that come later. I want the entire wasteland to appreciate their fate."

"No problem!" The official immediately took the photo and ran to perform the task.

Bai Ye turned his attention to another window again.

In this window, a monster in purple clothes and green leather with pointed ears stepped on a purple flying skateboard, which is the famous Green Goblin.

At this time, the Green Goblin has long lost the prestige of the past, and the bombs in his waist have long been exhausted, so he can only walk quickly through a desert town without daring to look back.

And behind the old thing's buttocks, more than a dozen Thunder fighters were shooting at him with their guns. The bullets turned into lightning bolts, drawing sharp tracks in the air.

After only a few seconds, the skateboard that had been used for decades was hit by a bullet and lost its balance.The Green Goblin fell off the skateboard into the sand in embarrassment.

"It shouldn't be like this, my last battle should be glorious." The Green Goblin slowly got up in the sand and muttered to himself, staring at the Thunder Warriors who were about to charge in confusion.

The soldier who rushed to the front did not hesitate, waved the sharp blade in his hand, there was a violent tearing sound, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the head of the Green Goblin rolled down on the sand, watching the victory of the Thunder Warriors.

The Thunder Warrior picked up the Green Goblin's head, opened his helmet with the other hand, and cast his eyes on the Green Goblin's head.

Ronnie, the former gangster, was "purified" and became a Thunder Warrior. At this moment, there was no resentment on his face, only determination and the pursuit of justice.

and absolute obedience.

"Green Goblin is dead, repeat, Green Goblin, Norman Osborn is dead!" Ronnie's voice resounded in the wind of the wasteland, and this situation was still happening in different places at the same time.

Looking at the good show of exterminating the villains being staged in more than a dozen windows at the same time, Bai Ye slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

These old villains, who have long been old, have either used alcohol to drown their sorrows or slept soundly in the past few decades, without any sense of crisis at all.

In these decades of silence, their equipment has not been upgraded and maintained, and even the normal operation of basic functions has become a problem.Wires are exposed, parts are loose, and much of the equipment is mutilated, decayed and dead like its owner.

These old villains, who used to be evil forces in the wasteland world, are now like afterimages of time, gradually being forgotten in the corner.

But even in this corner of the world, these things are not needed.

Bai Ye lightly pressed the button on the console, and the picture on the screen gradually disappeared.Before the craftsman successfully repaired the teleporter, he could rest for a while.

A week later.

"Already ready for normal use?" Bai Ye's voice was full of curiosity and anticipation, his eyes stayed on the conveyor for a moment, then turned to look at the craftsman, waiting for his response.

The craftsman touched the red bandage on his forehead. After a week of high-intensity work, he looked a little tired.

"Theoretically, it is possible. We also sent a few people to try it. They successfully traveled to other universes, and there was no problem when they returned. It's just that a few of them seem to be in the age of dinosaurs."

"In addition, there are still some slight vibrations and discomfort during the teleportation process, but we are working hard to optimize this problem. Overall, the teleporter is basically usable."

There was a hint of pride in the craftsman's voice, and he was obviously satisfied with his work.

Bai Ye smiled, and lightly pressed the switch.

As he operated, the teleporter started, and the surrounding air seemed to become distorted. A faint light began to emit from the surface of the teleporter and gradually spread.Those rays of light seem to be tiny electric currents, entangled together, forming a flickering light ball.

An illusory image gradually emerged in the light sphere, which seemed to be a scene from another world.

(End of this chapter)