Chapter 152 Camp
The craftsman was lavishly praising the Laser Gun in his hand, but Yang Le was muttering to himself inwardly.
It seemed that years of apocalyptic life had made this inventor somewhat extreme.
"I just had this idea at the time, I didn't expect it to actually work," the craftsman grinned, his smile combined with the Gun in his hand looked unsettling no matter how you looked at it.
"Although I feel sorry for Scott, he wanted to bite me to death back then, so I think we're even now."
'Cutting up material to make weapon, Monster Hunter, huh?' Yang Le thought to himself, scoffing.
"Mr. Craftsman," Franklin walked over from the side, taking out a Bag dripping with fresh blood from his backpack.
"This is material I collected from other X-Men, see what weapon you can make."
Franklin didn't open the Bag, but it wasn't hard to guess that his material came from those X-Men who were defeated by Yang Le.
The craftsman didn't hesitate at all, using his mechanical arm to take the Bag, opened it and frowned; of course, he wasn't disgusted.
"I can't even tell who this belongs to anymore, I'll have to go back and check again, figure out who their master is. Little Franklin, do you know who they came from?"
"I know," Franklin nodded.
"These hands should be **Cyclops's**, this hand is **Storm's**, those skin are **Colossus's**, the rest were too fragmented so I didn't take them."
"But I'm just guessing based on the battle suit; after all, the corpse pieces are too fragmented, it's really hard to tell."
At this time, Yang Le, the instigator of everything, made an opening.
"Franklin is right, the others include **Cannonball** who was smashed by me, **Petra** whose upper body was blown away, and **Beast** who was already carbonized; these are all the people who besieged me just now."
"It seems you're not simple either," the craftsman narrowed his eyes, his expression serious.
"Those guys are not nobodies; to be able to defeat all of them, even if they are not as strong as before, it's still not an easy business. This shows..."
"Shows what?" Yang Le asked.
"Shows that we have a powerful ally," the craftsman's expression changed, and he grinned again.
"This way I can implement my plan."
"Plan? What plan?" Peter asked from the side, obviously he didn't know either.
"Let's go back first, this is not the place to talk," the craftsman didn't answer immediately, turned around and gestured for everyone to follow.
"Moonstone and Qiu Yi must be getting impatient."
Seeing the craftsman say this, Peter had no choice but to suppress his questions for now and follow the craftsman's footsteps.
There was no conversation along the way, mainly because Peter and the craftsman both had business on their minds, so no one had such low emotional intelligence as to disturb them at this time.
Soon Yang Le followed Peter and the others to the Shelter, a plain camp consisting of several tents; a tall blonde woman was standing in the camp.
"We're back, Kara," the craftsman greeted, pointing to Yang Le behind him.
"This is Yang Le, the guy Peter mentioned in the Communicator. This guy is amazing, he actually took care of Storm and them all by himself."
"Hello Kara," Yang Le greeted.
"Welcome," Kara nodded towards Yang Le, then stopped paying attention, appearing very indifferent.
"Don't take it to heart," the craftsman nudged Yang Le with his elbow.
"Kara is just like this; actually she's very happy to have you as an ally; after all, we really lack combat power at your level."
"Don't worry, I know," Yang Le wasn't a petty person; after all, in this environment, it's good enough if you're not crazy, being indifferent is too normal.
Peter walked over, obviously still bothered by the plan the craftsman mentioned earlier, but just as he was about to make an opening, he was interrupted by the craftsman.
"Don't rush, Peter, we have plenty of time. You take our new friend and show him around first. I need to deal with these newly acquired material; if I don't deal with them they might spoil, maybe I can make a few nasty guys."
The craftsman waved the Bag in his hand, not giving Peter an opportunity to speak, and walked towards his Tent.
Peter tried to make an opening several times, but finally closed his mouth helplessly; Yang Le quietly approached him at this time.
"Want to give him a punch?"
Peter nodded subconsciously, then came back to his senses and looked at Yang Le beside him.
"No need to explain, I understand that feeling," Yang Le said through gritted teeth.
A riddle guy; who wouldn't want to give him a punch when they see him? Yang Le hates these kinds of people who only say half of what they mean, or speak ambiguously.
"Let's not talk about that for now," Peter stiffly changed the topic; he was afraid that if he continued, he really wouldn't be able to resist giving the craftsman a punch.
"I'll take you to see the camp," Peter suggested, saying it's a camp, but it's actually just three tents around a pile of campfire, and at this time the campfire is in an extinguished state.
"By the way, do you have a tent?" Peter suddenly thought.
"If you don't have a tent, you'll have to squeeze into one with the craftsman."
"Then I advise you to sleep outside," Franklin walked over and joined the conversation.
"After all, not everyone can stand the craftsman's bizarre ideas; he might be fiddling with those corpse pieces until very late."
Yang Le imagined the visuals: himself sleeping, next to him a Native American fiddling with corpse pieces and human skin—what a hell joke! Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.
"Of course, if you can't stand it, you can switch with me," Peter said, but looking at his expression, you could tell that he couldn't stand it either; he was just worried and decided to endure it a little more himself.
"No need, I have my own way," Yang Le said; seeing Peter's cloudy-to-sunny expression, he knew that Peter was very happy that Yang Le could say that.
In fact, Yang Le didn't bring a tent, but he had an alien hero that could just handle the current situation.
A flash of white light: a Gorilla whose body was composed of red, blue, and yellow, and whose appearance was like building blocks assembled, replaced Yang Le and appeared in front of Peter and the others.
"**Blockzilla**."
Yang Le pounded his chest with both fists, just like a real Gorilla.
"Cool!" Franklin's eyes lit up, Valeria and Kara on the side were also attracted.
"I remember your ability isn't turning into a crystal body?" Valeria asked doubtfully.
"No one said you can only have one ability," Yang Le blinked, then walked to the open area on the side.
Yang Le put his hands close to the ground; his hands began to stretch continuously, forming a square five meters long and five meters wide in front of him, and then began to stack higher and higher.
Finally, in the eyes of everyone, filled with excitement or shock, a block house completely made of building blocks appeared before everyone's eyes.
"I said I could solve it."
Yang Le smiled and withdrew his hands.
(End of Chapter)