American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The two people's conversation entered a dead end. Tom pondered for a moment and said, "Laurie, I think you can consider his suggestion."

Laurie looked up in surprise, and Tom nodded seriously.

Obviously, Qi Shan's quick handling of the petty thugs just now made Tom think highly of him.

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you sure that person is in this community?"

"Yes, my informant saw it with his own eyes."

"Do you also know the whereabouts of the so-called community boss?"

"23 Green Willow Tree."

Laurie said concisely.

"Very good!"

Qi Shan tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "I need some special items!"

"What do you need, a gun?"

"Explosives, preferably C4, can you get it?"

Laurie looked at Tom, who hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"There are some, but not much, about two kilograms."

Qi Shan shrugged and said, "That's enough. Oh, right, maybe I also need a new outfit and a car."

Twenty minutes later, the bar door was pushed open, and a completely refreshed Qi Shan got into a white Nissan sedan and disappeared at the end of the street.

Tom and Laurie stood at the bar entrance, looking at the disappearing taillights.

Laurie exhaled a puff of smoke, "What if he runs away?"

Tom closed his eyes and said, "You were already desperate, weren't you?"

Laurie was silent.

"What's his name?"

"Mike Qi."

In the military, a series of orders always represents the occurrence of unusual events.

Tanks gathering at the border, central computers being hacked, assassinations of important figures, and so on.

The command system of street thugs is no different. Small squabbles won't let the boss know, but once a major event occurs, it will go straight to the top.

According to Qi Shan's past habits, if he wanted to contact street thugs, he would prepare a day in advance, steal the car of the thug group's boss, and then make a dazzling appearance in front of the underlings.

This is an eye-catching provocation, blatant and unscrupulous.

After that, the underlings would naturally pass the message up.

Now there is not enough time, but with the inexplicable ability, this effect can also be easily created.

23 Green Willow Tree, a spacious villa.

Four or five stay-at-home personnel were huddled in the room watching TV. In addition to guarding the boss's office upstairs, waiting for a phone call to prepare for support was also one of their tasks.

Such personnel are usually the backbone of the gang, able to fight and kill when pulled out, and able to manage people and accounts when placed in the office.

A ball game was being shown on the TV. Halftime ended, and there was an intermission.

One of the thugs also stretched lazily, stood up, and walked out the door, seemingly preparing to smoke a cigarette.

Just then, a beam of light came from a distance.

A white Nissan sedan rushed over at high speed, charging onto the lawn like a mad bull, without the slightest deceleration.

The thug's eyes widened, and he reflexively lunged to the side.

The Nissan sedan crashed past like a rocket. With a loud bang, the entire car directly smashed through the wall and forcefully inserted itself inside.

The room was instantly in chaos, with smoke and dust everywhere.

Five or six thugs rushed over in a hurry, agitated and bewildered.

Accident? Or intentional?

The few people looked at each other. One of the thugs turned his head and ran upstairs.

Let the boss decide.

The front of the car in front of me is dented, the driver must be in pieces, right?

Thinking this way, one of the thugs stepped forward to check.

Just as he turned to the driver's seat, he heard a bang, and the twisted and deformed car door flew directly out, smashing the thug out like a cannonball.

This time, it was no less powerful than Captain America.

If the car door hadn't been dented so badly, this unlucky guy might have lost fewer parts.

The thugs were shocked and took out their pistols, pointing them at the driver's seat.

Bang!

Amidst the smoke and dust, a foot struggled to step on the ground, followed by a hand gripping the frame.

The thugs saw with their own eyes that the already twisted frame was being forcefully propped into a circle by the thrust of this hand, making cracking sounds as it did so.

Until the space was large enough, a person slowly walked out.

It's hard to imagine that such a person could walk out of a car that was so badly wrecked.

It's not that this person looks so strange, but that his clothes are still so intact.

The crowd looked at the wrecked car and then at Qi Shan, who was neatly dressed, and a strong sense of strangeness rolled in their hearts.

Qi Shan lightly patted the non-existent dust on his body, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc, saying, "Looks like this is the place. Where's Omar? I have something to discuss with him."

A speed of one hundred and thirty kilometers per hour, the little Nissan's speed has also reached its limit, but the effect... …

Qi Shan glanced at the stunned crowd, his mouth slightly raised.

Regarding the inexplicable ability he had obtained, he gradually figured out some simple performance.

In addition to the previous judgments, the ability itself seemed to have a certain position and could adjust the extent of coverage.

Simply put, Qi Shan could choose to preserve his clothes or not.

If the position is tightened and not covered on the clothes, the clothes will definitely not survive this level of impact.

When covered, the clothes will also have the same unique attributes.

It's a bit similar to the indestructible attribute in the game.

It's a bit magical.

Qi Shan instinctively sensed that the coverage area of this position seemed to be adjustable, but it was still impossible to cover the entire car.

If one day it can be covered, no matter what car Qi Shan drives, it will turn into a tank in minutes.

Thinking about it this way, I'm a little excited.

Just as Qi Shan was about to lift his foot and take a step, several thugs became nervous. The firing pins of their guns were frequently clicking, ready to fire at any moment.

"Whoa, whoa, don't move, who the hell are you?"

"I will naturally tell him after Omar comes, or are you planning to cover up this scene?"

While a few people looked at each other, a person walked down the stairs.

He was wearing a hip-hop style shirt with a huge skull printed on his chest. It was the boss, Omar.

He was followed by more people who dispersed, faintly surrounding Qi Shan.

He glanced at the accident scene, the corners of his mouth curled up, seemingly not caring much. Instead, he sized Qi Shan up and down with great interest. He said frivolously, "Nice suit."

Qi Shan shrugged.

"Who are you?" Omar asked lightly.

Qi Shan's dress was very distinctive, a well-fitting black suit, a bright red shirt on the upper body, revealing a blood-like tie, and a slicked-back hair, all spreading a subtle meaning all the time.

Blood and slaughter.

This is a color hint.

Qi Shan's mouth twitched slightly and said, "Just call me Mike."

"Okay, Mike, how do you want to die?" Cold light flashed in Omar's small eyes.

"There's a person named Piper hiding in the district you control. Find him and hand him over to me!"

Omar sneered, "Why should I help you do things?"

"Because this is a human trafficker, selling women and children for huge profits. Many people want to kill him, and these people... believe me, you really can't afford to provoke them!" Qi Shan said indifferently.

"Such a great character, does he still need my help?" Omar sneered, "No need to play tricks, I don't have time to play games with you. No matter what you are, even if you are a demon, don't even think about coercing me to help you do things."

Qi Shan was expressionless, "Enough nonsense, find Piper, Piper Rex. The sooner you find this person, the sooner I will disappear."

"What if I don't look for him?"

"Like this!"

Qi Shan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The car exploded with a bang, and the heat wave shock wave pressed out, smashing an entire wall to pieces.

The thugs reflexively fell to the ground, and tentatively raised their heads after the explosion passed.

At this time, Qi Shan had disappeared.

On the dark ground, a few large characters were impressively written: Find Piper!

The car was burning fiercely, and the flames jumped up and down, with heat waves coming in bursts.

Looking at the jumping flames, Omar's expression was dull.

Several younger brothers reacted first, yelling and looking for something to put out the fire and calling the fire department.

The other few hurried back to the office to prepare for an emergency evacuation.

After all, this is Omar's lair, with a lot of things that can't be exposed to the light. If the fire department takes them away, his gang will be directly finished.

Qi Shan walked on the street refreshed.

Every time after blowing something up, I always feel particularly good.

There's still half of the C4 left.

If Omar is obedient, he might be able to save it, otherwise he will have to blow it up again.

This is the first time I've seen a button-type detonator.

I didn't expect it to be quite useful.

This kind of detonator is not a button, but a recording of audio.

Set a certain sound or rhythm in advance. When you want to detonate, you don't need any action, just make this sound again.

The principle is very simple, but no one in the real world would use this kind of detonator. The safety is too ridiculous.

It's very common in this world, which is very good, very DC.

That's right, Qi Shan can already be sure that this is the DC world.

And the one I met just now must be Supergirl.

He doesn't know much about this superhero.

But I'm familiar with Superman.

On the way here just now, I saw several signs that used Superman, and even Superman dolls were being sold in roadside stores.

With such obvious signs, it would be stupid not to see it.

It's just that there are too many DC earths, and it is still impossible to determine which earth this is.

In fact, any earth is the same to Qi Shan.

Except for a few superheroes, Qi Shan doesn't know much about DC.

Relatively speaking, I may be more familiar with the Marvel universe.

Who made DC movies so bad? All kinds of parallel spaces make people's heads spin.

If you are not a die-hard fan, who would be interested in studying these things?