The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Thor shouted loudly. Despite not having any equipment, his robust voice reached everyone's ears, even though most of them were screaming and running away.

However, it was clear that no one was willing to lend a hand to this unfamiliar god, as most people prioritize their own safety before helping others.

This is human nature, not indifference. No one is obligated to risk their life to help someone else.

Seeing that the bullets were ineffective, the police began calling for reinforcements. They warned Thor from a distance, but no one was willing to pull their injured colleague away.

Thor shook his head. He was somewhat disappointed in the warriors of Midgard. At the same time, he was even more worried about his kinsman who had inherited his brother's godhood. Could that person really become a capable warrior if they grew up in this environment?

At least Thor himself thought it was impossible. It seemed he had to find that kinsman immediately and bring him back to Asgard. An Asgardian who grew up in such a terrible environment would definitely be a freak, and as the Crown Prince of Asgard, he had a duty to cure him.

But before that, Thor had to deal with his mistake. He had to get this injured Midgardian to a doctor for treatment, so that Asgard's reputation would not be tarnished.

After waiting for a while, just as Thor decided to use some extreme measures, a voice interrupted him.

"Looks like you need some help, sir."

Thor turned and saw a Midgardian who looked similar to the divine envoys residing in the Great Firmament. The person had a well-proportioned figure, and even with clothes on, Thor could tell from his experience that the person's body must be strong.

Moreover, the person's posture was quite refined, suggesting they had undergone some training. However, Thor couldn't identify their school, as he wasn't very familiar with the affairs of Midgard.

But overall, by Midgardian standards, the person should be an excellent warrior. Most importantly, they had the courage to speak to him.

"Yes, warrior," Thor said with a smile. He was always generous with his friendliness towards courageous people, especially since he needed help.

"I need a warrior who can guide me, but I am not familiar with anything in this country. Can you help me find a doctor? The man at my feet needs treatment."

"I think I can help you with that," Yang Le replied with a smile, but he pointed his hand behind Thor and continued.

"However, you may need to deal with some small troubles that are coming."

Thor followed Yang Le's finger and turned around, discovering a burly man in a skintight suit walking towards him, pinching his wrist with a malicious smile as he walked.

Clearly, the person was looking for trouble. Thor withdrew his smile again and calmly asked the approaching man.

"Is there something you need?"

"Is there something I need?" The man in the skintight suit laughed loudly. "You're the one with the problem, kid. I don't know where you came from, superhuman, but this is America, and you have to follow the rules here."

"I know I made a mistake, so I'm going to fix it," Thor said without changing his expression in the face of the other party's mockery. "But your people keep bothering me, and I only get sneak attacks and attacks for my cooperation."

"I don't give a damn what you want," the man in the skintight suit interrupted Thor. "Save your words for the judge. I'm only responsible for sending you bastards to see them."

After the strongman finished speaking, he was about to attack, raising his fist and thinking of hitting Thor's face. It was obvious that the strongman wanted to win with one blow with this sudden sneak attack.

Based on the speed of the opponent's fist, Thor calculated that this punch was indeed much stronger than the previous old-fashioned live ammunition weapons, which aroused his interest.

If it were normal times, Thor wouldn't mind fighting with the opponent, but at this time, with serious matters at hand, he obviously couldn't be willful for his own interests.

It's better to make a quick decision, Thor thought, and his body moved accordingly. Although he moved later, he was one step ahead of the strongman, slamming his right fist into the opponent's face.

"Bang!"

Just like hitting a sandbag, the strongman, who was still radiant in the previous second, was knocked out and flew out in the next second. The crowd didn't even see how the strongman flew out. After a loud noise, they only saw the strongman falling on a police car.

The police car made a metallic whimper, and then slumped weakly to the ground. Even the police ran away this time, including the policeman who fell to the ground clutching his hand and wailing in pain, also quietly crawling towards the outside of the battle circle.

'Please don't find me, please don't find me!'

With this thought, the policeman crawled little by little in one direction, praying that no one would notice him, but things often don't go as people wish.

Just as the policeman was about to escape the battle circle, a pair of sneakers suddenly appeared in front of him, and a cheerful voice sounded at the same time.

"This police officer, I see that your hand is also fractured, why don't you let me and this gentleman send you to the hospital together."

Looking at Yang Le, who had a cheerful smile on his face as he helped him up, the policeman even had the heart to die. Just as he was about to burst into abuse, Thor, who had finished cleaning up his opponent, happened to walk over.

"I've solved my problem, do you have anything else, warrior?"

"Me too, sir," Yang Le waved his hand. "But I think this police officer is a bit pitiful, why don't we take him with us? What do you think?"

"I don't care," Thor said expressionlessly. He really didn't care. It's like playing a game. When you're controlling a high-level character rushing to do a task, would you care about a low-level wild monster on the road?

Obviously not, not to mention wasting time, you won't get anything good even if you kill it, it's better to detour to save trouble.

Moreover, Thor himself is an open-minded person, so naturally he wouldn't care about the previous actions of this policeman. To put it simply, Thor had never cared about this policeman from beginning to end, it was just that the other party unilaterally hated him.

"Bang bang!"

Thor turned around and found that the man in the skintight suit who had been knocked down by him had stood up again. Although the other party looked very embarrassed and was panting heavily, he did stand up.

"That was a good punch," the man grinned.