American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Naxinno City, night.

A figure suddenly appeared in the water-like night, free-falling from a height of ten thousand meters against the backdrop of twinkling stars.

The wind howled, but it couldn't wake a sleeping person.

This person was lying flat in the air, one hand above his head, one hand on his stomach, and his feet were not very orderly either. His sleeping posture was extremely bad. He was wearing checkered pajamas, which were shaking wildly in the wind.

At this moment, Naxinno City International Airport's Flight 237 to Geneva had just taxied out of the runway and was in the process of taking off.

The engine under the left wing suddenly exploded, and the plane's lift was gone. A black line trailed straight behind it, and thick smoke could be clearly seen.

The cockpit was in chaos. The captain tried his best, but could only barely maintain the balance of the plane, but he still couldn't maintain altitude. The plane was rapidly descending and was about to crash to the ground.

At this moment, the free-falling figure smashed through the cabin like a hammer, instantly contributing a penetrating hole to the plane.

The air pressure was unbalanced, and the negative pressure airflow sucked four or five people out together.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

The piercing screams had just been uttered when they were blown away by the wind.

Several unlucky people were swept away by the strong airflow, as if they had been pushed hard, and their initial velocity increased explosively, merging with the initial figure and smashing towards the ground at high speed.

Fear instantly swept through the entire plane. In the negative pressure airflow, the passengers desperately grabbed everything around them, but they were still bumping around like lunatics.

The plane, with its spine broken by the penetrating impact, had huge cracks extending, and the sound of metal breaking was constantly heard.

From time to time, fragments disappeared into the wind, not knowing where they were blown.

The only remaining engine at the rear could not bear the load and exploded again, and the traction was completely lost.

On the ground, reporters had already noticed that something was wrong, and major TV stations were urgently following up on this breaking news.

Emergency rescue departments have been fully mobilized. Ambulances, fire trucks, and marine rescue measures have all been activated, and a large number of personnel are moving in the predetermined direction.

Even with active rescue and various methods, everyone knew that the hope was not great.

The plane completely lost control and fell headfirst.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly flew from a distance. She first circled a few times, grabbed the several people who had been thrown out of the cabin, and sent them to the top of the nearest building.

Then she flew up to rescue the plane.

In the sky, she held her entire body under the fuselage, using her enormous strength to forcibly level the fuselage, passing through the gap in the bridge with extreme danger, and placing it smoothly on the sea surface.

The whole city was in an uproar. Helicopters circled in the air, and a large number of spotlights shone on her, illuminating the protagonist who saved the incident like an angel.

Inside the cabin, the survivors wiped their cold sweat and congratulated each other.

But even the cheers were weak.

These people were at least still in the cabin, but those who had been thrown out of the cabin and had experienced a free fall were not so lucky.

They were all lying on the ground covered in cold sweat, and none of them could get up even now.

In the midst of the commotion, Qi Shan woke up groggily.

He sat up sleepily, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings with a dazed expression.

He looked around.

Rooftop, night sky, cold wind, plus a few people lying on the ground, what's going on?

I remember that I was clearly sleeping at home. It's rare to come back to China. How did I suddenly run here? What is this place?

He looked down at himself, still wearing his pajamas. He peered through the low wall into the distance.

A completely unfamiliar cityscape at night. Where have I come to?

Who is it?

Could it be that kid? It shouldn't be.

Recently, the hideout was specially chosen in a public security family building. Who would have the guts to come to China to cause trouble?

But looking at the few big noses lying on the ground around him, Qi Shan was a little unsure.

At this moment, a line of text suddenly appeared in front of Qi Shan's eyes.

[Coordinates arrived, the first invasion will begin in seven days.]

"What the hell?"

Qi Shan reached out to touch it, and the text disappeared like smoke.

He supported himself with his right hand, preparing to stand up, but as soon as he exerted force, his entire palm sank in, and the ground shattered like tofu.

Qi Shan was stunned for a moment, looked at his hand, and then stretched out a finger and swiped a few times on the ground.

The ground was like being plowed by an iron bar, turning up ravines.

"Interesting."

Something was clearly wrong.

Qi Shan turned his head to look and quickly dismissed the idea of asking.

He had been to many places over the years, and he would usually have an impression of the night scenes of more famous cities.

But after looking for a long time just now, he couldn't find any familiar landmarks. The layout of the streets, the direction of the lights, he had no impression at all, which was strange.

Although the probability is small, there's still a possibility of being framed. The best course of action now is to leave quickly and investigate discreetly.

Sure enough, the anticipated sound of sirens soon appeared.

Qi Shan clenched his fists twice, finding the right amount of strength to support himself as he stood up.

No traces were left on the ground.

Qi Shan nodded. It seemed he could adapt, so it wasn't a big problem.

The current location was clearly a rooftop of a residential building, with a staircase entrance nearby.

Qi Shan walked over, broke the chain on the door, and quickly disappeared.

Avoiding contact with the police and steering clear of law enforcement agencies was Qi Shan's specialty.

Going down the stairs, he randomly grabbed a pair of shoes from outside a shoe cabinet on the fifth floor, snatched a pair of pants from outside a window on the third floor, and then a shirt and a simple jacket on the second and first floors, respectively.

By the time he walked out, Qi Shan's appearance had been completely transformed.

At this moment, a large number of police cars and ambulances had already appeared at the end of the street.

Qi Shan glanced back and then walked in the opposite direction, disappearing after a few turns.

Fifteen minutes later, Qi Shan threw a hoodlum into a trash can, counted the US dollars in his hand, and walked towards a nearby bar.

"Nasin City? What the heck? Never even heard of it."

Muttering to himself, he pushed open the door and walked into the bar, sitting down at a spot opposite the television on the bar counter. He tossed a US dollar over to order a beer and then stared at the news footage on the television.

The screen showed an aircraft illuminated by spotlights, floating on the sea surface, with the headline: Flight 237 Rescued.

"...the passengers of Flight 237. It seems they had a guardian angel. According to multiple reports, a female 'flying person' pulled them back from the brink of death.

As for the cause of the plane crash, the police are still investigating. However, according to the passengers' statements, the penetrating damage to the aircraft's body clearly occurred after it took off. Experts suspect a problem with the plane's quality.

The airline has already launched an investigation and is reportedly considering filing a lawsuit against the manufacturer..."

A drunk at a nearby table slapped the table and said, "Another flying person? Isn't having Superman flying around in the sky enough? God, what's happening to this world?"

Qi Shan's pupils constricted slightly, and he picked up the beer bottle, taking a light sip.

He casually joined the conversation, saying, "Superman? Are you talking about that Superman from Metropolis?"

The bar wasn't large, and although there were many customers, most were sitting in booths. Only this person was sitting at the bar like Qi Shan.

Therefore, speaking up like this didn't seem out of place.

The drunk seemed to harbor some resentment towards Superman, loudly exclaiming, "Who else could it be? Just because he's incredibly strong and can fly, he thinks he's all that. He has no idea how hard we maintenance personnel work.

Our annual maintenance budget is only so much, and since Superman appeared, our workload has increased exponentially. Do you know that? I haven't had Christmas in three years! My son has even forgotten what I look like. It's like hell!

It took me two months of reports to get transferred from Metropolis to Nasin. I thought I could finally have a good life again, but who knew another flying woman would appear.

I guarantee that women are a hundred times more trouble than men.

God, I must be in hell!" After saying that, the man banged his head on the bar counter, looking utterly despondent.

Qi Shan's lips twitched, and he mourned for him in silence.

The bartender laughed and said, "Don't complain. At least you have time to drink, right?"

He poured the drunk another glass of whiskey and then said to Qi Shan, "Don't mind him. Jerry just likes to complain. Actually, he likes Superman a lot. He has a lot of Superman articles at home."

Qi Shan raised his glass to indicate that he didn't mind.

Things were getting stranger and stranger. Superman had appeared. Could it be...

Qi Shan had a few guesses.

His current body was clearly a bit off.

On the way here, he had tested it a bit. Whether it was stone, steel bars, or alloys,

they didn't seem to make much of a difference to him.

If he had to say, it was the difference between soft tofu and hard tofu.

When he dealt with that hoodlum earlier, he got a dagger. Qi Shan tried stabbing the palm of his hand with it, but the dagger seemed to turn into putty, directly becoming a lump.

This feeling wasn't about being strong, because no matter the material, under Qi Shan's same strength, the degree of change was similar.

But rather...it was as if the reaction force had completely disappeared.

Lost in thought, he accidentally bit off the bottleneck of the beer bottle and even chewed it twice in his mouth.

The glass shards in his mouth were like crispy beans, easily ground into powder.

Qi Shan was slightly stunned and glanced around, quietly placing the broken bottleneck on the ground.

Fortunately, the bar was messy, and not many people noticed.

Otherwise, it would have caused a scream.

"In that case, my mouth doesn't have any weaknesses either. If the reaction force has really disappeared, then my teeth are probably the sharpest weapon in the world."

Qi Shan suddenly found it somewhat ironic.