American Comics: BOSS Invasion

After a quick cleanup of the fire, Qi Shan said goodbye to Lucy and left directly.

Since Hvar Chack wasn't willing to resolve things peacefully, some strong-arm tactics were necessary.

Qi Shan had some experience with this sort of thing.

Brute force wouldn't work. Even though this guy was just a small fry, he had a gang backing him. Taking him out directly could easily escalate the situation out of control.

At the end of the day, being in a gang is about face. If there isn't a suitable reason, they'll choose to escalate the war at all costs to save face.

So, to deal with similar situations, two methods are relatively effective: First, find a higher-up to suppress the guy and resolve it internally. Usually, the gang's in-house lawyer is a good entry point, but these smooth talkers are also full of tricks. If you can't get a handle on them right away, you'll need at least three or four rounds, which often consumes a lot of time.

Qi Shan didn't have that kind of American time to waste. After thinking about it, he took out his phone and called Laurie.

"Hello, it's me! Tom has already told me about the matter. Is the Colombian gang on the police's key watch list? They are? Good, I understand!"

"Hey, you…"

Before Laurie could ask what was happening, Qi Shan hung up the phone.

Things are very interesting on the American side. Perhaps due to the complexity of the laws, gangs exist in every city.

Naxino City belongs to Florida. If you don't consider the terrain deviation, its location is similar to Miami, so smuggling and underground organization activities are extremely rampant.

The more threatening organizations are usually on the police and FBI's key observation lists.

As soon as there is any disturbance, the police will get the news immediately.

Similarly, the police and FBI actively recruit members of these organizations on the list every year to weaken them.

Tom's bar.

"A hitman?" Tom's eyebrows shot up.

"Relax, it hasn't reached that serious a point yet."

Qi Shan smiled and said, "Find a few things for me, and this matter will be easily resolved."

"What?"

"First, find out which law firm the Colombian gang uses as their in-house counsel.

Second, find Alvaro's private phone number.

Third, prepare a small tape recorder."

As soon as Qi Shan finished speaking, Tom reacted.

"You want to frame him?"

Qi Shan raised his beer: "Why not? These bastards deserve to die anyway."

"That's true." Tom nodded, then took a new phone from the counter and placed it in front of Qi Shan.

"What for?"

"Give me back my phone, what for!"

Tom snatched his phone back, then found a number in his address book and dialed it.

The phone rang from under the bar. Tom looked down, opened a drawer, and took out a new phone.

Then, holding the two phones, he hid behind the bar.

Qi Shan wasn't surprised at all, concentrating on playing with the new phone.

He was an arms dealer; it wouldn't be surprising if he had several phones.

Qi Shan had even seen people using dozens of phones at the same time.

He found a pen on the bar, grabbed two napkins, and started writing and drawing on them.

After a while, Tom came out with a small tape recorder.

Then, he took an unopened disposable phone from the cabinet behind him and connected the phone and the small tape recorder with a data cable.

Qi Shan handed him the napkins. Tom looked down at what he had written: "Lines?"

"Yes, just say it like that."

"I'll make the call?"

Qi Shan rolled his eyes. "If you don't make the call, who will? There are only two of us here, and I just met them, threw two buckets of gasoline, and set a fire."

"Okay." Tom shrugged, dialed the disposable phone.

The other party answered after two rings. Qi Shan pressed the record button, and Tom began his performance.

"Hello, Mr. Chack. This is Lucas Finley, affiliated with the Magmont Law Firm, and also Lucy Sdegner's lawyer."

"Magmont Law Firm? Mr. Finley, you really shouldn't be taking this case; it will make things more complicated."

"Sorry, I was just assigned, and I don't know what happened. I want to discuss the incident with Mr. Chack."

"Sorry, I never discuss private matters on the phone, and I don't think there's anything to discuss. Perhaps you can have me talk to your client face-to-face."

Qi Shan skipped the next sentence and wrote another sentence next to it.

Tom glanced at it and continued: "I just want to say that Lucy will definitely not threaten you. We are 100% sure she will not testify in court."

"Won't she? But I saw her go to the police station to testify with my own eyes. Am I hallucinating?"

"But the police are not paying attention to this case."

"Isn't she always applying for witness protection?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Qi Shan's mouth, and he pointed to the next sentence.

Tom said: "I think she's changed her mind now."

"Women are fickle. I don't want to go to jail for no reason one day."

"So, that's the problem. How can I convince you?"

"I have to make sure she doesn't appear in court, and the only way to reassure me is... you know. There's nothing to say about this, so let's leave it at that."

Then the phone was hung up.

Qi Shan paused the recording and smiled: "I don't need to personally edit the recording with a laptop, right?"

Tom said angrily: "You really are lazy. Fine, I'll find someone to handle it."

"Pay attention to the keywords, and then send it to Laurie after it's done. I think he'll know what to do."

Tom hesitated and said, "Do you want to find someone to secretly film him making the call and then connect the audio? That would be more convincing."

"The more you do, the more flaws there will be." Qi Shan shook his head and said: "Our purpose is just to make him suspected internally and lose the gang's support. If you want to send him to prison, the police alone are not enough. At the very least, the FBI must be involved. Do you want to deal with them?"

Tom decisively chickened out: "Let's just stick with the police, that's good enough."

Qi Shan smiled and threw the empty bottle in his hand aside.

That afternoon, an edited and transcribed audio file appeared in front of the two.

The recording contained some background noise, giving the impression that it was secretly recorded in a bar.

Most of the voices were very blurry, but a few keywords could still be clearly heard.

"I don't want to go to jail," "testify in court," "I want," "witness protection," "I want to make sure."

It gave the impression that Alvaro was rebelling and wanted to testify against the gang's crimes.

With everything settled, Qi Shan stopped staying, said hello to Tom, too lazy to look at his smug face, and turned to leave.

The sound of an engine started outside. Tom reflexively touched his pocket and shouted, "Mike! My car keys!"

He flashed out, only to see a black Nissan disappearing at the street corner.

"You little bastard!" Tom gritted his teeth.

In the evening, Tom met with Laurie, and then Laurie returned to the police station again.

That night, a secret phone call was made to the Colombian gang.

In just five minutes, two SUVs surrounded Alvaro Chack, who had just walked out of the bar, from the front and back.

A senior leader walked out slowly, his expression icy cold.

"You should know how we treat traitors in Colombia."

"Traitors? What are you talking about? Paul."

"Nice try! Take him!"

Paul smiled coldly, and someone immediately stepped forward to hold Alvaro and forcefully press him against the hood of the car.

"What's going on? Tell me!" Alvaro struggled and shouted.

A thug next to him said contemptuously: "Do you really think we don't have people inside the police? You're an extremely foolish guy."

"What do you mean…"

The thug punched the rest of his words back down his throat and stuffed him directly into the trunk.

Then the two SUVs quickly disappeared into the night.

Across the street in a flower shop, Qi Shan and Lucy walked out.

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes: "The trouble is resolved. Alvaro will disappear from the world tonight."

Lucy relaxed completely, breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked Qi Shan sincerely.

Qi Shan nodded, got in the car, and left.

He took out his phone and called Tomie.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" As soon as the words came out, Qi Shan had a faint feeling in his heart.

Although there was no mini-map or anything like that, he felt Tomie's location in the dark.

"In the office."

Sure enough, she was there.

"Don't go away, I'll be there in five minutes." Looking at his watch, he remembered that Tomie hadn't eaten since morning, Qi Shan paused: "Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

"…"

Tomie was silent for a second and hung up the phone directly.

"What the hell?"

Qi Shan frowned and threw the phone aside.

Crossing an industrial area, just as he turned from the main road onto a side road, Qi Shan saw the wall of the building on the right explode with a bang, followed by a figure streaking across the street and smashing through the wall of the building on the left.

In the next second, a familiar figure broke through the wall and slammed into the building on the left.

Qi Shan: ⊙0⊙

He decisively reversed the car and changed to another road.

Superwoman sighting, be sure to avoid.