American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The DEO was in complete chaos.

The technical staff repeatedly examined the brief video of the confrontation on the highway nearly a thousand times.

Still, they found nothing new.

"Director, we can confirm that this type of alien does not exist in our database.

In the opponent's words, '300 years' should just be a quantifier. Currently, we can only speculate that the opponent appeared on Earth a long time ago and was defeated and sealed in that rice cooker by someone.

Judging from the performance in the video, this type of alien may be parthenogenetic and oviparous.

Moreover, they possess powerful combat capabilities from birth and can use a type of energy we currently cannot understand to fight.

Their combat ability is comparable to that of a Kryptonian.

Director, without a doubt, we are now facing the most formidable enemy in history."

Listening to the technical staff's report, J'onn was also rapidly searching his nearly 300 years of memories as a Martian Manhunter.

Unfortunately, King Piccolo came from another universe, so even if he racked his brains, he couldn't think of the Namekian name.

In fact, even King Piccolo himself didn't know he was an alien; he always thought he was a demon king.

J'onn's eyes flashed red as he hesitated.

It was certain that Earth was facing danger. Such unscrupulous and powerful aliens were definitely a disaster for Earth.

However, the experience of being hunted for 50 years made it difficult for J'onn to decide to expose his identity again.

Suddenly, Alex shouted and rushed out.

The observer immediately reported: "Director, Supergirl has been knocked away. Signals indicate she has fallen unconscious.

The newborn alien, Syndicate, is about to encounter Nuclear Man in 17 seconds. Judging from the detected energy values, Nuclear Man is unlikely to survive. Do we need to provide assistance?"

J'onn gritted his teeth and said: "Deploy two assault teams, one to subdue Syndicate and the other to stop King Piccolo from entering the city. Deploy immediately, lift weapon grade restrictions, and authorize the use of lethal weapons.

Notify the highway rescue team, tell them there are mass casualties, and ask them to provide assistance as soon as possible.

Activate backup personnel and have a ground crew follow Alex. We must rescue Supergirl."

"Yes!"

A series of orders were issued, and the DEO immediately sprang into action.

Squadrons of helicopters soared into the sky, and rows of SUVs rushed out of cover, speeding towards the main road.

Meanwhile, after knocking Supergirl away, King Piccolo didn't bother to check on her.

Instead, he looked at the mirror reflection with a mixture of surprise and joy.

"Young, so young! What's going on? It's been 300 years, has time flowed backward on me?"

He clenched his fist.

"This powerful feeling is definitely right. Hahahaha!"

King Piccolo laughed wildly.

"This world is destined to accept my terrifying rule. Humanity will be at my mercy, to be slaughtered and exploited as I please."

Then, he muttered an incantation, his neck thickened again, and he opened his mouth, spitting a slightly smaller egg onto the ground.

While devouring, its body grew wildly.

In just a few minutes, dozens of cars in the surrounding area were eaten completely.

And this monstrous bird had also swelled into a strange thing over ten meters long, with a bizarre throne on its back.

The monstrous bird prostrated its head on the ground, chirping softly, indicating its respect for the Great Demon King.

King Piccolo narrowed his eyes: "Then you shall be called Ru Jia. Let's go, Ru Jia. Carry me to the nearest city and announce the arrival of King Piccolo to the world."

The monstrous bird chirped, and King Piccolo leaped lightly, jumping several meters high, shifting sideways by a dozen meters, and lightly sat on the throne.

Touching the small skull on the armrest, King Piccolo smiled contentedly.

He suddenly frowned, lightly raised his finger, and several rays of light shot into the sky, instantly exploding the several helicopters circling around.

"Hmph, flies."

The sense of smell of the news media is absolutely keen.

A chain of major events like a highway car accident will definitely be rushed to at the first time.

Afterward, the unexpected encounter with Supergirl's rescue had already excited the photography crew.

Nuclear Man's attack pushed the heat of this matter to a climax.

However, what was even more explosive was yet to come. King Piccolo's unexpected appearance and exaggerated and unscrupulous methods.

Made the media tremble with fear and excitement.

They risked their lives at any time, stuck to the front line, and almost obtained the complete event.

Unfortunately, they still did not escape the catastrophe in the end, with more than 90% dying in the air crash explosion.

The only photography crew left on the ground, who escaped the first attack, completely filmed this scene and sent it back to Kateco Media.

Tom's Bar.

Qi Shan sat in front of the TV, covering his forehead with his hand, and said weakly: "I knew it would be this result."

His previous worries were almost completely realized.

This King Piccolo is not the Great Demon King who was just dug out of the rice cooker, but the King Piccolo who has restored his youth after Shenron's wish.

It can be said that this King Piccolo's combat power is at its peak.

Facing King Piccolo, who ravaged the Dragon Ball world, Qi Shan found it difficult to be optimistic about Supergirl.

This girl is an idiot in all aspects of consciousness, except for her physical fitness.

In the plot, no matter who the enemy is, she can fight with them for several rounds, even bandits with alien weapons can make her return in defeat.

It's simply speechless.

"What are you doing? Drinking alone, in a bad mood?"

Tom walked over and handed Qi Shan a bottle of beer.

Qi Shan was not in the mood to speak, and raised his chin.

Tom turned his head to look, shook his head: "What's the matter with this? Isn't it just another alien appearing? Ordinary people don't understand, can't we know?

In Area 52, the number of aliens is enough for a strengthened company, with all kinds of strange abilities. Aren't they honestly restricted inside?

There's nothing to worry about, the top will naturally send someone to deal with it, drink, drink."

Qi Shan took the beer, took a sip, and said: "I know what you said, but this one is obviously different. Didn't you see that Supergirl was knocked down in one go?"

Tom looked very calm: "She won't die. Kryptonians are resistant to beatings. How many times has Superman been beaten down? Isn't he still flying around in the sky now?"

"This one dares to kill people. He's already killed dozens of people in a short while."

Tom laughed: "So what? Can he kill everyone in the entire city? What are you worrying about? Drink, drink."

Qi Shan blocked his mouth with the bottle and thought: What is the whole city? King Piccolo has slaughtered the earth before.

Several explosions sounded continuously in the air, and the fragments of the helicopter fell down.

King Piccolo was a little impatient.

In just a few dozen kilometers, these things have appeared five or six times, as annoying as flies.

He just felt a little disgusted, but the DEO was in an uproar. Two entire assault teams were killed outside the range.

It was simply an inexplicable death.

Even the secret organization couldn't stand such consumption.

On the other side, the assault team chasing Syndicate also suffered heavy losses.

Syndicate had wings on his back and moved freely in the air. His methods were ruthless, and he could also use Ki.

His nature was in the same vein as the Great Demon King. He was happy to hear of killing. He was more than happy to have flying objects fighting with him in the air.

So, an entire assault team was killed cleanly in less than five minutes. No one survived except for the final video sent back.

The so-called high-powered weapons did not play any role.

Whether it was gravity traction or laser scanning, the special energy used by the opponent seemed to be able to resist it.

This was simply bad news.

Similarly, Nuclear Man's heart was also full of tragedy.

He just came out to make a cameo appearance, wanting to show Supergirl some color, how could he be targeted by a perverted killer?

A body of nuclear armor, even Superman had been beaten.

Even if he was not an opponent, he could fight three or five rounds. When he was lucky, a complete victory was not a dream.

But when he encountered Syndicate, a pervert, he was completely powerless to resist.

Especially in the air, his stiff flying style was simply defenseless in front of Syndicate.

If he was not careful, he would be smashed into the ground alive.

If it weren't for the superior quality of the nuclear armor, he would have died from internal organ rupture long ago.

After being hit repeatedly and penetrated by special energy five times and three times, a large amount of blood was lost.

Physical strength dropped sharply, and the nuclear energy of the armor gradually became unstable.

In fact, Nuclear Man had already seen that the monster in front of him did not regard him as an opponent at all.

From the beginning, he was playing like a cat playing with a mouse.

Otherwise, after smashing him down for the first time, he would not let him fly up again.

As he fell from a high altitude again, smashed through two floors and embedded into the ground, Nuclear Man could no longer climb up.

Syndicate slowly landed and stood beside him, waiting for a while.

Suddenly cracked open his big mouth.

"What a waste, is that all you've got? The Great Demon King is right, humans are just inferior things."

"You monster, shut up."

Nuclear Man barely took off his mask, spat out a mouthful of blood, and gasped like a bellows.

He cursed with difficulty, and then said intermittently: "It's all... you aliens, it's all... your fault, my... wife shouldn't have died.

You remember, humans are great, humans... are definitely not an inferior race.

I want you... to feel my pain."

After speaking, he suddenly squeezed his palm, and the nuclear energy core in his chest suddenly flashed a strange light.

"Wh..."

Before Syndicate could say a word, he was swallowed by the sudden explosion.

Boom!

A huge fire shot into the sky, and dust fell, forming a mushroom cloud in the air.