American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The giant egg crashed to the ground and shattered instantly. A green-skinned, chubby figure covered in slime emerged.

As it slowly stretched its body, its size gradually expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it became a monster over two meters tall.

The Great Demon King said casually, "You shall be called Modo. Let this woman see the might of my demon warriors."

"Yes, Great Demon King."

Modo bowed slightly and then rapidly ascended into the sky, engaging Supergirl in a fierce battle.

On the rooftop of the CatCo building, Cat Grant's eyes widened.

"I've been wanting to ask since just now, but why are the pants and shoes already on when he just hatched from the egg?"

At the DEO headquarters, Director John emerged from the secret room, his face ashen.

He had just received 13 calls in a row, all from the DC Special Zone. Each call was more severe than the last, to the point where they were practically pointing fingers and scolding him for dereliction of duty.

This was something John couldn't argue with.

The appearance of the mushroom cloud had alarmed almost the entire world.

In the city's sky, that alien was still wreaking havoc, declaring his succession to the throne as the Great Demon King. Although somewhat ridiculous, it made everyone aware of the Great Demon King's terror.

"Where did he come from? Damn it!"

Piccolo the Great Demon King was somewhat freakishly strong, using unknown powers to defend against almost all attacks. High-tech weapons were completely ineffective, and even Supergirl was suppressed by merely one of his subordinates.

The volcano in Honolulu had erupted, and Superman was struggling to hold on there, putting out fires everywhere, unable to spare any time to provide support.

Although the Great Demon King here was evil, he could be communicated with. Using some rhetoric to stall for time wasn't too difficult.

The other side was a natural disaster, and rescue was urgent.

Now that the city was in crisis, it seemed that only he could take action to create a glimmer of hope.

However, he wasn't sure if exposing his identity would lead to another 50 years of fugitive life.

Moreover…

He glanced at the photo of Piccolo the Great Demon King hanging on the big screen.

John was truly feeling depressed.

Although they were clearly two different races, his green skin was too similar to that of the green Martians. It would be easy for Earthlings to confuse him with the Great Demon King.

Plus, the Great Demon King randomly spat out eggs, creating strange-looking monsters.

It wouldn't be surprising if someone said he was a subordinate of the Great Demon King.

Under these circumstances, actively exposing his identity didn't seem wise.

The city was in chaos, traffic was paralyzed, and the police were like headless flies. The coastal areas were battered by huge waves, leaving a scene of devastation. Rescue teams couldn't reach the area, and the injured there couldn't receive help, making the situation increasingly worse.

Supergirl was losing ground in the battle, frequently attacked. Alex was pacing anxiously.

However, she couldn't dispatch support troops. What should she do?

"Director, someone online claims to know the origin of Piccolo the Great Demon King."

These words immediately invigorated John.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

The technician quickly said, "He said that Piccolo the Great Demon King wreaked havoc 300 years ago, causing chaos and fear in a considerable area. Later, a martial artist named Master Roshi sealed him in an alien rice cooker and sank it into the sea."

"Has the origin of that rice cooker been traced?" John pressed.

"It's already been found. The small truck stuck on the highway belongs to a beach cleaning company. All the items in that truck were selected from a pile of garbage for recycling. They were going to be taken to the recycling station to be sold, but they didn't expect to find a…"

The technician didn't continue.

John was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Find this person and bring him here. He might know more."

"I'll go myself," Alex suddenly interjected from the side, her eyes firm.

"Are you sure you can calm down?"

"I'm a DEO agent. I can calm down in any situation. This person could be our last hope. I can't let anything happen to him."

John nodded and turned back to say, "Coordinates?"

"In International City."

"You have 15 minutes. Go quickly and return quickly. Be careful."

"Yes!"

Alex agreed and turned to leave.

International City, Qi Shan's apartment.

Leaning against the balcony railing, watching the distant battle, Qi Shan's eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

This was Piccolo the Great Demon King, a familiar figure from his childhood.

As expected, he was ridiculously strong, beating Supergirl like a child.

But the current Supergirl was indeed weak.

The people of this world seemed to have generally low IQs. After being fooled by the Great Demon King, someone actually dared to break in just now, wanting to do something untoward to Tomie.

Qi Shan almost laughed out loud, standing aside and ignoring it.

Now, there were two more lapdog-like servants in the house.

One was diligently making various snacks and desserts in the kitchen.

The other was holding a broom in his left hand and a mop in his right, with an apron tied around his waist, cleaning everywhere and polishing the floor until it shone.

Tomie, on the other hand, was sitting beautifully on the sofa, leaning back and watching opera.

Holding a glass of red wine in her hand, she occasionally swirled it, taking a sip, in a leisurely state.

The information had already been sent online, not much, but enough to attract the DEO's attention.

They should be here now.

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

One of the servants happily went to open the door.

"Who…"

"Bang!"

"Don't move, everyone don't move!"

The door was opened a crack and then pushed open heavily. A team of fully armed agents rushed in, subduing the four people in the room in the shortest amount of time.

Alex, leading the team, rushed to the computer, briefly checked it, and immediately asked, "Who wrote this information?"

No one spoke.

Alex then realized and took out her badge, saying, "Don't be afraid, we're the FBI. This information you posted contains very important intelligence. Please tell us!"

As she spoke, her eyes looked intently at Tomie and Qi Shan.

Because it was too obvious, two of the four people were shaking like sieves, while the other two were calm and composed, as if they hadn't seen them come in.

The gun was pointed at their faces.

Such strong psychological resilience wasn't something ordinary people could have.

Tomie completely ignored her, gently swirling her wine glass, smelling the fragrance of the wine, her eyes fixed on the TV.

Qi Shan looked at Alex, comparing the real person with the character in the TV series, and clearly felt that the one in front of him was much more beautiful.

"Does the FBI also moonlight as demon slayers now?"

Qi Shan said lightly, and Alex's eyes immediately focused on him: "You posted it, didn't you? What else do you know?"

"About Piccolo the Great Demon King?"

"That's right!"

At this moment, all the agents in the room looked over, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"About Piccolo the Great Demon King, I don't know much. Most of it was what I heard from my father when I was a child."

Although she was curious why Qi Shan's father would know these things, Alex resisted the urge to ask and waited for Qi Shan to continue.

A trace of memory appeared in Qi Shan's eyes.

"Piccolo the Great Demon King should have been an alien refugee from Planet Namek. No one knows his real name anymore.

It's only known that he had very high martial arts skills at the time, and he had sparred with almost all the martial artists.

In order to compete for the throne of the God of Martial Arts, this Namekian eliminated all the darkness in his heart.

And the darkness that was eliminated solidified into Piccolo the Great Demon King.

The Namekian who eliminated the darkness and only had pure light became the God of Martial Arts.

It was widely rumored at the time and worshiped by many people.

And his abandoned half, driven by resentment and jealousy, became Piccolo the Great Demon King, determined to spread fear to the world.

At that time, the God of Martial Arts, in pursuit of a higher realm, went to a place called the Lookout to retreat and practice, unable to receive any outside news.

Piccolo the Great Demon King took advantage of the situation and wreaked havoc everywhere, spreading terror.

People lived in misery and suffering.

Martial artists were also persecuted repeatedly, and finally, they couldn't bear it any longer and decided to resist.

However, Piccolo the Great Demon King was half of the God of Martial Arts. Even the abandoned half had formidable fighting power.

So, the martial artists at the time tried everything they could to obtain an alien rice cooker.

And they went to the Black Order to seek a seal.

The martial artists spent a lot of effort, and many people died, before sealing Piccolo the Great Demon King into the alien rice cooker, affixing the seal, and throwing it into the deep sea.

In this way, the Earth regained peace, and the Great Demon King was sealed for more than 300 years.

Until this morning, when he was awakened by the chaos caused by the battle between Supergirl and the Nuclear Man."

Alex hurriedly asked, "Then how can Piccolo the Great Demon King be defeated?"

Qi Shan thought for a while and held up two fingers.

"There are probably two ways. First, destroy Piccolo the Great Demon King's heart with overwhelming power and don't give him a chance to spit out offspring.

Second, find the Black Order again and seek another seal. Find a martial artist who has inherited the Evil Containment Wave and let him sacrifice his life to seal Piccolo the Great Demon King again."

Qi Shan smiled and said, "However, the second method is basically impossible. Now, not to mention the Black Order, even the martial artists have been wiped out. A large number of inheritances have been cut off and disappeared. It's almost impossible to seal Piccolo the Great Demon King again.

So…"

"So, the only way is to defeat him head-on," Alex said with a dark face.

This bastard was saying the same thing as not saying anything.

Looking at Qi Shan's calm expression, she knew he was definitely hiding something.

Alex hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and said, "Mr. Mike Qi, the situation is critical now. We need your help. Please come with us."

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Qi Shan's mouth, and he nodded without hesitation: "Okay!"