American Comics: BOSS Invasion

One person ate for more than twenty minutes before both slowed down at the same time.

Ivy ran to get two large glasses of watermelon juice, each taking a straw and looking at each other.

Black Panther finally couldn't help but ask, "So you've been here for a while?"

"I don't know when I got here. I just remember one day I was hiding from the rain under a trash can when a woman found me and said she would offer me a job. The reward was that I could eat my fill, have my own room, and be absolutely safe!

I agreed without hesitation, and that's how I ended up here!"

Ivy made it sound too simple and too matter-of-fact. It seemed that for this girl, as long as she had a safe environment and wasn't hungry, she had no other pursuits. Whoever provided these things for her, she would work for them. This was a simple and reasonable exchange. In Ivy's mind, there was nothing significant about it.

But for Black Panther, it was a little incomprehensible.

People who say things like that are usually suspicious, right? Besides, this is Gotham City! There are countless perverts, and many people prey on homeless children. Anyone who lives on the streets knows the dangers homeless children face. People disappear every so often.

Aren't you a little too trusting?

Although he was complaining inwardly, Black Panther didn't say it out loud. Although they had met, they didn't really know each other. What did she want to do? What she does has nothing to do with me.

Most importantly, he now wanted to figure out what exactly a 'Guide' was.

"Now that you're full, why don't we get started? I still don't know what I need to do today or how I should do it!"

Ivy looked at her watch. "Wait a little longer. The last fifteen minutes are for desserts and fruits. There will be lots of ice cream, cakes, cookies, and other snacks. I want to grab some more before we leave!"

Black Panther's eyes lit up, and he readily agreed.

For every homeless child, if they have the opportunity to get food, they will definitely not let it go. This is the wisdom of survival on the streets.

Sure enough, they waited a while, and when the last fifteen minutes arrived, they grabbed a large pile of snacks, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and then walked out of the restaurant one after the other.

"A 'Guide' is actually a position similar to a mentor. My job today is just to help you receive the tasks you want to take and tell you what to do in the future. If necessary, I will accompany you throughout today's mission and score the various emotions and accidents that occur during your mission.

Once your score fails, you may be remade. Only if you pass, will my job as a Guide be considered complete.

Of course, my approval also comes with responsibility. If you still die due to improper operation after I sign off, then I will be punished. So I hope you can take this assessment seriously, although I don't want to believe it, but this assessment is still quite important in the Guild!"

Black Panther was confused.

The two arrived at the mission hall. Although he had glanced at it before, he hadn't looked too closely. Today, after entering the hall, Black Panther realized that it was a place similar to a government office building.

The huge mission hall was circular, with a large oval screen in the middle. It was projected using some kind of technology. No matter which direction you looked from, you could only see a square screen. It was as if no matter what angle, it was always facing your eyes.

The large screen displayed a large number of tasks, increasing and decreasing every moment. Red represented completed, green represented uncompleted, and yellow represented in progress.

Simple and clear, at a glance.

"Actually, this is all fool-proof operation. As long as you have normal intelligence, there's usually no problem. I won't talk about the colors, you can tell at a glance!

Let me explain in detail what to do if you need to intercept a specific person!"

Ivy's eyes were half-open, half-closed, and her face was expressionless. She glanced at the big screen, too lazy to explain more, just casually said it, and directly led Black Panther to a pure white cylinder.

"Interception missions require your own identity, qualifications, and the corresponding mission number. If the mission shows that it is in progress or has been completed, then you cannot accept it.

But you can mark it for attention or queue up behind it. After the person in front fails, dies, or simply gives up the mission, the mission will fall to you in order.

If you want to query a specific mission number, then you have to use this tool, call this white pillar Mr. Question Mark."

As Ivy spoke, she gently tapped the snow-white pillar, and a projection suddenly appeared, officially a three-dimensional question mark, slowly rotating.

"What mission do you need to query? That's right! It's the old man who was killed in the police station!"

Ivy remembered and turned to say directly to the question mark: "I need to inquire about the relevant cases and mission lists of the black old man who was killed in the interrogation room of the police station yesterday."

As soon as she finished speaking, the question mark automatically collapsed and turned into a small display screen from top to bottom. The display screen was completely composed of photons and projected directly into the air. It didn't seem to be much different from an ordinary screen, but it was even clearer.

Black Panther had never seen such high-tech expressions before, and tried hard to remain calm, but his eyes still uncontrollably revealed a look of surprise.

Ivy simply looked at it, nodded, and said, "As expected, there are still many missions related to that old man. Let me take a look, one blue, three green, and the rest are white.

In the Bounty Hunter Guild, missions are graded. Blue and above are assassination missions, green can be killed or not, but must be seriously injured, and white at least requires a warning. If you can inflict some minor injuries on the other party, that would be even better.

After all, we are bounty hunters, not a revenge foundation, so there is no need to be too ruthless when attacking. Of course, if the police cause us trouble, the guild will not care, unless the mission is related, or the guild member's identity level reaches a certain level.

So, in the process of performing the mission, we also need to ensure our own safety first. Therefore, compared to risking our lives, mission failure is the more correct choice."

Black Panther squinted his eyes and looked at it: "So my mission is these twelve in front of me?"

"You don't have to worry about the white missions for the time being. This color of mission is at most just an accomplice. Although hateful, they don't deserve to die. The main target is these four.

The ones displayed as blue mission lists are most likely the real killers who killed the old man. You can only pass my assessment if you kill these guys!"