American Comics: BOSS Invasion

It was three in the morning, and Tom's Bar was still lit up.

Laurie got out of his car and couldn't help but yawn as he pushed the door open, his face betraying his exhaustion.

Tom, who was doing the closing work, was a little surprised: "What brings you here?"

"I escaped,"

Laurie shook his head and slumped onto the bar, saying weakly, "The police station is a madhouse. The detention cells are overflowing, there aren't enough handcuffs, and we've even run out of restraint straps. My colleagues in clerical have files stacked higher than a person.

I've been busy since yesterday afternoon, and I haven't even had time for a cup of coffee. I've only dealt with a dozen or so bastards who took the opportunity to cause trouble, but after I finished, I looked up and saw that the line of scum hadn't gotten any shorter.

I'm done for. If I keep going, I'll drop dead on the spot."

Tom poured him a glass of whiskey, saying, "You should be glad you weren't casually blown up by the Piccolo Demon King. Now that Superman has saved the world, the Demon King is dead, the riots have been quelled, and the government is stepping up efforts to restore the city's normal operation. What do you have to complain about?"

Laurie grabbed the glass and drank it down in one gulp, exhaling loudly, then said, "You're taking it easy. What's with this big hole?"

He pointed to a large hole in the ceiling of the bar as he spoke.

"Someone smashed it. You know, super warriors and stuff."

Tom shook his head and refilled his glass: "Two-thirds of the city needs repairs now. This is just a minor impact on my place, and besides, there's insurance. It's no big deal."

"Speaking so righteously, it looks like your business is doing pretty well."

Tom smiled slightly, not answering.

The city had just experienced riots, and now everyone felt insecure. For a weapons dealer like him, now was the time to make a fortune.

Within hours of the riots being quelled, he had cleared out his inventory at twice the price.

"Don't be too happy. I've received news that a competitor is entering the market."

Tom frowned slightly: "I knew it. Those damn vultures, they latch onto carrion and never let go. Do you know who they're with?"

"I saw someone with William, around 50 years old, Desert Eagle, with a tactical grip."

"Mossad?"

"I knew you'd ask. It's worth my while to cozy up and buy a big box of donuts."

"Laurie?" Tom urged.

Laurie shrugged: "It should be a private plane. Isn't there a small private airfield in the south of the city? The hangar staff there aren't having a good time. Spending a little money to change the time on the registration or simply erase the flight record isn't impossible."

"What about the location of the warehouse?"

Laurie rolled his eyes: "Do you think I'm God? How could I possibly know that? But they need to open up the market, so they'll definitely stockpile a batch of goods. The commotion won't be small. If you get someone to investigate, you might find something."

"Do you think Mossad agents are just eating rice?"

Tom said irritably, hearing him make it sound so easy.

Laurie shrugged, raised his glass, and drank it down, then snatched the bottle over and refilled his own.

Tom had a drink with him, then put down his glass and said, "It's not good for me to move around here. With such a big incident in the city, intelligence agencies like the FBI, CIA, and Homeland Security will definitely turn their attention here.

I'm on the special watch list. Moving against him at this time is suicide."

Tom tapped the table and suddenly asked, "How's Ginny doing lately?"

"Not bad. She's seen a psychologist twice. The doctor said she wasn't too affected. She's recently gone into modeling and said she's going to Dubai next Thursday to shoot a commercial. She seems to be in a good mood."

Speaking of his daughter, Laurie's face softened with a gentle smile.

"Dubai?"

Tom looked at Laurie with a strange expression: "If you have time, do a background check. This modeling agency feels a little strange."

Laurie was slightly stunned: "Really?"

Tom ignored him, pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed.

"Mike? Tom."

He moved the phone away as soon as he finished speaking.

Sure enough, a string of curses came from the receiver.

Laurie watched and shook his head, chuckling.

Tom raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I know it's three in the morning. I'm just checking on you to see if you're still alive.

Okay, let me finish.

Listen, brother, Old Tom is in trouble, and I need you to help me with this."

… …

"Yes, it was caused by this riot. Arms dealers love chaotic and dark places, so Naxinno City's performance these past two days has attracted the attention of a bunch of vultures.

Competitors have come to snatch business, but this is Old Tom's territory. Help me solve this, and I'll get you a good car, how about it? You'll definitely be satisfied?"

… …

"A yacht? You're still in the mood to go out and play. Fine, fine, I don't care. I'll help you make a couple of calls. It shouldn't be a problem.

Come to my place tomorrow and we'll talk in detail. That's it."

Tom hung up the phone and waved his phone.

Laurie shook his head: "Aren't you afraid this kid will get into trouble?"

Tom raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"How could he? At least that guy isn't simple. Judging from his actions and the way he talks, he's very much like an agent I met in Asia before. Maybe this kid…"

"Hmm?" Laurie was a little shocked.

Tom nodded: "Agent versus agent, let the professionals handle it."

At 8:00 in the morning, Qi Shan got up from home, took Fujiang and went straight to Tom's bar.

Knowing that this old boy was still sleeping, Qi Shan unceremoniously slammed on the door, waking him up directly, considering it revenge for disturbing him last night.

After understanding the specific situation, Qi Shan didn't say much, took the yacht keys, grabbed a case of beer, turned around and left.

He knew what Old Tom was up to, but he didn't mind.

If others use you, it means you have value to be used.

And a simple relationship of exploitation will soon be transformed into friendship after two or three rounds of favors being exchanged. This is a very good way to make friends.

Of course, first of all, you have to make the other person feel like it is an equal relationship.

Coincidentally, Qi Shan never felt superior to others, so when he wanted to make friends, he usually could easily do so.

This also has a certain relationship with the specialized training he received.

He drove directly to the dock, registered with the administrator, boarded the yacht directly, and slowly sailed out of the berth.

Now it is all fool-style operation, as long as you control the direction when driving a boat, there are basically no problems.

Finding the right route, leaving Fujiang in the cockpit as captain, Qi Shan toured this luxury yacht with three floors left.

This is indeed the toy that the rich like, every inch of the place is amazing, carefully designed, and all the furniture is luxuriously arranged just right.

Those who are deeply inside will be born with longing just right, instead of jealousy.

Flipping through the small bar, all of them were small bottles of whiskey.

Qi Shan rolled his eyes, glad that he had brought a case of beer, unscrewed a bottle, slumped on the sofa, and turned on satellite TV to lock in real-time weather reports.

After driving at full speed for three hours, he finally crashed into a dark cloud.

Returning to the control room, he turned off the engine and stopped the boat, then took Fujiang to the bow of the boat.

Looking around, there was only sea in sight, and the sky above was covered with dark clouds. It was in a state of black clouds pressing down on the city. According to the weather forecast just now, there will soon be a heavy rain in this sea area.

Qi Shan nodded in satisfaction and stretched out his hand to Fujiang.

Fujiang handed over the personal small bag that had been hanging on his waist.

Qi Shan opened the zipper and controlled it downward.

Dong dong dong!

Seven beads fell to the ground.

Qi Shan gathered them into a pile, then stood up and shouted loudly: "Come out, Shenlong, fulfill my wish!"

The next moment, the seven Dragon Balls shone brightly.

The seven beads soared into the sky and merged into a dazzling light. A layer of clouds covered by the starry sky, the light dimmed, and the surroundings instantly turned into night.

A Shenlong descended from the sky, its body like a snake, its horns like a deer, its scales like a fish, its claws like a phoenix, and its palms like a tiger. It was majestic and awe-inspiring.

It was entrenched in the air, its huge dragon head drooping slightly, and its eyes flashed with ruthless white light.

Then Qi Shan heard an incomparably majestic voice.

"State your wish, any wish can be fulfilled, but there can only be one!"

Qi Shan raised his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "I hope to obtain all the magical inheritance of the dark magician Bibidi, including the method of manufacturing Majin Buu."

Shenlong said expressionlessly: "This wish is very simple."

A thick ancient book fell from the sky and slammed in front of Qi Shan with a bang.

Then Shenlong shone brightly, suddenly divided into seven, and shot out in seven directions.

As the light gradually faded away, Qi Shan could clearly see that the Dragon Ball, which had turned into stone, was gradually turning into powder and scattered into the sea.

The starry sky background was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the sky returned to its original appearance.

Then a strong wind blew and it rained heavily.

Qi Shan looked at the disappearing Dragon Ball with some regret, picked up the huge ancient book that was half a meter long and twenty centimeters thick on his feet, and took Fujiang back to the cabin.

The stability function of the high-end yacht's gyroscope exploded, and these waves could only make the yacht rise and fall, and the left and right shaking was almost imperceptible.

Sending Fujiang back to be the captain, turning the bow and returning, Qi Shan sat on the sofa, wiped the water droplets on the ancient book, and revealed a line of handwritten characters.

Qi Shan clearly did not recognize the words above, but he could clearly understand what it meant.

"Bibidi's Book of Dark Magic"

"Heh heh heh...ho ho ho...hahaha..."

Qi Shan laughed up to the sky. From now on, I will also be someone who can play output.