American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 95: Spade's Trace

In the darkness, Jerry seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Yes, Officer!"

Years of military life made Jerry Wilder react subconsciously.

But as he shouted out, Jerry Wilder suddenly realized something was wrong.

He had left the Army five years ago.

"Corporal, B Company, 3rd Ranger Battalion, participated in the Gulf War, right leg severely injured and amputated by an artillery shell during the Black Hawk Rescue Plan! Retired due to injury!"

The person in the darkness continued to recite his information, and Jerry Wilder felt as if he was back on the smoke-filled battlefield.

Black Hawk Down was an eternal pain in the heart of the Federal Department of Defense, an event that had once led to the resignation of a Federal Department of Defense Secretary.

It was while ordered to rescue two Black Hawk helicopters that Jerry Wilder was hit by an artillery shell. Although his life was saved, due to excessive blood loss and severe wound infection, his right leg underwent amputation surgery.

After retiring due to injury and returning to New York, Jerry Wilder's life was almost impossible to manage due to his leg disability. His wife divorced him and took their daughter.

Jerry Wilder left his house, car, and all his money to his wife, leaving with nothing, exiling himself to become a homeless person.

Whenever he woke up at midnight, touching his faintly aching disabled leg, Jerry Wilder would sometimes wonder if things would have been different if his leg hadn't been disabled.

He would retire and go home, open the door, and be greeted by his wife's warm smile and his daughter's sweet embrace as she rushed into his arms.

This was also the reason Jerry Wilder didn't hesitate to sign up when he saw Oscorp's human recruitment advertisement. For him, living as a cripple for the rest of his life was far more terrifying than death.

"You have a lovely daughter!"

The figure in the darkness read out the subsequent information, touching the softest spot in Jerry Wilder's heart.

"Enough!"

Jerry Wilder roared angrily into the darkness. With his anger, his muscles quickly swelled, instantly transforming into an upright walking humanoid lizard.

Blinking his vertical pupils, Jerry Wilder stared at the figure in the darkness with cold, emotionless reptile eyes. He flexed his five green fingers, swayed his thick tail, and was about to pounce.

"Da! Weng!"

The sound of an electrical switch clicked, followed by blinding lights illuminating the Ceiling.

The incandescent lights, of unknown wattage, made Jerry Wilder instinctively shield his eyes.

However, the sudden transition from darkness to light inevitably made his eyes water.

By the time he shook his lizard head and finally adjusted to the light intensity, the scene before him made him sniff and instinctively take a step back.

Before him was a vast, clean, and simple Underground Plaza, roughly the area of two football fields.

In front of him stood rows of Soldiers, hands behind their backs, wearing only army green short-sleeved shirts and shorts.

The surrounding walls were painted white, without any markings.

Muscular white and large Black men stood in standard military posture, legs apart, all staring intently at him.

A burly Big man, nearly two meters tall, held a file in his hand, looking at him with an almost critical Gaze.

Jerry Wilder was very familiar with this Gaze. When he first joined the Federal Army, the Texas Instructor had looked at him with the same eyes – the gaze reserved for rookies.

"I hate your Gaze!"

Feeling the surging strength within him, Jerry Wilder shook his neck, letting out a low growl as he charged towards the Big man in front of him.

What was it like to have a two-and-a-half-meter tall humanoid lizard with a swaying tail charging at you?

Heavy footsteps echoed in the Training Ground. Listening to the sound, which felt like the ground was shaking, Kane's Gaze remained unchanged.

Watching the lizard man's fist, the size of a vinegar jar, swinging towards him.

Kane sidestepped, slid, and delivered an elbow strike.

Before Jerry Wilder's fist could fully connect, his abdomen took a solid elbow strike.

Bang! Jerry Wilder felt like he had been hit by a truck slamming into his waist. Intense pain, accompanied by a powerful impact.

Before he could even react, he was sent flying over ten meters, smashing heavily into the wall.

"Your marksmanship isn't outstanding, command and intelligence are A-. You originally weren't qualified to join my Spade Squad!"

Kane sent Jerry Wilder flying with a punch, as if it were the most ordinary thing.

"Before you pass the assessment, you'll be assigned to Spade Squad 3 as an assault Soldier!"

Kane hadn't finished speaking when the tall green figure lunged towards him.

Whoosh! Before he arrived, a thick tail whipped towards his chest.

Wind howled, and the air was ripped apart by the sound of breaking air from this tail whip.

Facing this tail, which could easily snap concrete walls, Kane neither dodged nor evaded. He took a breath, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He extended a pair of palms the size of cattail fans and directly wrapped his arms around the lizard tail, which was as thick as a thigh.

"Slap!"

With a crisp striking sound, Jerry Wilder felt his tail hit the opponent solidly.

Before the cruel smile in his vertical pupils could fade, he felt his entire body being swung.

Kane's thick arms wrapped around the lizard tail, lifting it and swinging it down hard.

The ground shook violently as Jerry Wilder's massive lizard body made intimate contact with the ground.

Accompanied by a series of bone-breaking sounds, over a dozen thick stone slabs were directly shattered.

The powerful self-healing ability derived from the lizard gene allowed Jerry Wilder's body to quickly recover from a series of symptoms including fractures, internal bleeding, and external injury.

But before he could fully recover, he felt his tail being swung up hard again, then slammed heavily onto the stone slab once more.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

A series of stone dust flew up, and a Deep Pit was literally smashed into the Ground! "Enough!"

Jerry Wilder gave a strong flick, and his powerful lizard tail broke directly from the root.

After breaking free from the restraints, Jerry Wilder turned around, swinging his fist, and slammed it towards Kane's head.

"Bang!"

Facing Jerry Wilder's punch, Kane also threw a punch to meet it.

Wind gathered in Kane's fist wind.

Clouds follow the dragon, the tiger generates wind. Wind howled in Kane's fist wind, and a muffled tiger roar could faintly be heard.

In the tiger roar, the white qi explosion generated by Kane breaking the sound barrier formed the shape of a fierce tiger head with hanging eyes and a white forehead.

"Roar!"

Bang! This time, Jerry Wilder didn't even let out a grunt. He was directly blasted into the wall dozens of meters away, his entire body like a puddle of mud, embedded into it. "Pry him out. After he wakes up, explain the benefits and treatment!"

Kane put his hands behind his back, flexing his fingers. He lifted his chin, and two Spade Soldiers stepped forward. One grabbed each of Jerry Wilder's legs and pulled him out of the wall.

Lying limp on the ground, Jerry Wilder's tattered body was healing at a visible speed. Even the tail he had self-amputated grew back.

However, this lizard seemed to have been... well, you know. It lay on the ground with lifeless eyes, refusing to get up.

"The complete Lizard Agent will be distributed to everyone in half a month. But to use it, you must master the Breathing Technique taught by the Boss and control your emotions. You must remember that you are a Soldier, not a beast!"

Kane glanced at Jerry Wilder dismissively. The indifference and scrutiny in his Gaze made Jerry Wilder tremble inside. Even his form began to change from lizard back to human form.

...

Night, a remote road in New York City.

Low roars like those of wild beasts were incessant, mixed with screams and the roar of cars.

The headlights of over a dozen cars simultaneously illuminated the road, revealing an area artificially blocked off and filled with various vehicles.

Underground street racing. From the scantily clad Race Queens and the Racers rubbing their hands, ready to go, it was clear what this place was.

A young Black man wearing a Baseball Cap and a Gold Chain weaved among the Racers, collecting registration fees and the stakes for this gamble.

"The quality of Racers is quite high this time, Dominic Toretto!"

In front of a blue Dodge, a bare-chested muscular Bald Head Big man leaned against his driver's side door with his arms crossed, coolly sizing up his Opponents.

"I heard the Organizer changed this time!"

A black-haired beauty wearing tight jeans, a black bustier, and a white shirt leaned into the Bald Head Big man's arms and whispered casually into his ear.

The Bald Head Big man patted the black-haired beauty's buttocks, "Relax, it's not easy to come to New York with you. We have to buy some things to take back. It's the same as before, we'll win, take the bonus, and I'll take you to buy some good things! And pick out a birthday gift for Mia!"

The Bald Head Big man's tone was relaxed, and the disdain in his voice was almost palpable as he looked at his competitors.

The Bald Head Big man's relaxed expression seemed to stimulate the woman. She stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and shared a wet kiss with the Bald Head Big man! ...

"Who is that?"

Xincha looked at the blue Dodge leading the pack, a hint of curiosity on his face under his Baseball Cap.

"That's Toretto's car, Dominic Toretto. He's been the champion of New York's racing competitions for three consecutive years!"

A Racer heard Xincha's words and said to him.

"A three-time champion Racer!" Xincha looked at the blue Dodge, which was already almost out of sight in the rearview mirror, lost in thought.

Being able to win the New York racing championship for three consecutive years, Dominic Toretto naturally had some skill. Soon, the blue Dodge showed everyone its strength.

The blue Dodge was the first to return to the finish line. When Dominic Toretto pushed open the car door and got out of the car, the entire venue erupted in cheers, the atmosphere almost exploding.

"Toretto!"

"Toretto!"

"Toretto!"

...

"Hey, mate, here's your bonus!"

Xincha handed the Bald Head Big man a stack of money, about twenty thousand US Dollars, and at the same time extended an invitation.

"Your driving skills are good. Are you interested in working for me?"

Dominic Toretto casually stuffed the money into the pocket of the woman in his arms and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for the offer. I'm used to being free. I don't plan on joining a team for now. I only work for my family!"

Xincha shrugged and spread his hands, "That's a real shame. You're welcome to come back to New York for racing competitions anytime!"

Late into the night, the Underground Street Racing event was nearing its end.

Xincha carried a backpack filled with money towards his beloved car, a yellow Chevrolet Camaro sports car.

As he pressed the car key in his hand and watched his Bumblebee flash its headlights, Xincha's face was filled with a satisfied smile.

Once upon a time, as a low-level Gang thug, he never dreamed of living this kind of life, driving luxury cars and controlling the rights to organize most of New York's Underground Street Racing.

Opening the car door and throwing the backpack filled with money onto the passenger seat, Xincha had just started the car when a pale white arm suddenly rested on his car window.

"Hey, mind giving me a ride?"

Xincha looked up at the woman in front of him. Short hair, a face that was pure yet full of heroic spirit, a Black Long Dress revealing fair skin.

Xincha looked at the woman and couldn't help but swallow. He was about to agree, but his Gaze swept towards the backpack full of money on the passenger seat. Xincha hesitated for a moment, took out a Business Card, and handed it to the woman.

"It's probably not convenient today. This is my Business Card. We can race together another day!"

After Xincha finished speaking, he was about to start the car and leave when he felt something hard against his Temple.

Xincha felt the hard gun muzzle pressed against his Temple, and his Expression instantly froze.

"Hey, don't be impulsive. If you want money, there's two hundred thousand US Dollars in the backpack in the passenger seat. You can take it!"

"Open the passenger car door!"

The woman's cold voice sounded. At the same time, Xincha felt the gun pressing against his Temple move slightly.

"Hey, hey, okay, okay, relax. An accidental discharge isn't fun!"

Xincha followed the woman's instructions and unlocked the passenger car door lock. A pale-faced man wearing a trench coat pulled open the car door and got in.

The trench coat man also held a handgun pointed at Xincha.

Immediately after, the woman in the Black Long Dress got into the back seat.

"One question. If you answer it, we can let you go! Otherwise!"

The Black Dress woman pointed the gun at the back of Xincha's head and moved it down slightly.

"Ask away. As long as you don't shoot, I'll tell you everything!"

Xincha stared nervously at the Black Dress woman's face through the rearview mirror.

"Not long ago, a Terrorist attack occurred at New York Station. You and your accomplices stole a Corpse from the station. Where did you hide the Corpse?"

Selene held the handgun, waiting for the human's answer.

Hearing Selene's question, Xincha's complexion immediately changed.

"You're here for that Corpse!?"

Xincha looked at Selene's face through the rearview mirror, a hint of mockery flashing across his face under the Baseball Cap. "Hey, I don't care who you are, Vampire or whatever messy things. Little girl, you've messed with the wrong people. Do you know who our Big Boss is?"

(end of chapter)