American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In an apartment, Hidan opened his eyes, lowered his right hand from a single hand seal, and looked somewhat displeased.

“Damn it, I actually got taken down. It's all that White Zetsu's fault; summoning them just turns them into idiots? I knew they were just bragging all the time, saying there's nowhere they can't go without him? Totally useless.”

This apartment wasn't small, totaling over 200 square meters, a large, open-plan penthouse suite, and with its high floor, it was clearly an expensive place.

However, today, this high-end apartment had changed.

In the center of the living room floor, a pattern made of fresh blood had been drawn.

Beside the pattern were the corpses of a family of three.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, and even in death, they continued to bleed.

There was a shallow indentation on the pattern, obviously where Hidan had been lying just now, having just completed the sacrificial ritual.

“This world is really interesting; it actually has such amazing weapons. Is it a combination of Pain's Asura Path and Deidara? The explosive power isn't bad, but unfortunately, the person using the weapon is too weak.”

Hidan glanced at his somewhat tattered Akatsuki robe and casually tore it off.

“It's all that bastard White Zetsu's fault, only being able to withstand 50% of my chakra, unable to unleash its true power at all. He clearly said that the Transformation Technique had been improved and could exert 60% to 70% of the original body's combat power.

Damn it, the people in this world are too weak, and their bodies don't have chakra, so they can't withstand my power at all. I can only use that useless White Zetsu.”

As he spoke, Hidan stretched out his palm and slowly gathered chakra onto his ring.

Soon, with a clicking sound, a white bud appeared on the ring's surface, then rapidly grew like an inflating balloon.

A brand new White Zetsu appeared out of nowhere in front of Hidan.

Clang.

The White Zetsu fell directly to the ground, motionless.

Hidan went forward and kicked it a couple of times, but there was no reaction. He clicked his tongue.

“Just as I thought? I told you a long time ago, you bastard, to believe in Lord Evil God. Such a pain.”

Hidan formed a hand seal with his right hand, chakra flowed and gathered, and the White Zetsu lying on the ground slowly changed shape.

Its skin tone lightened, hair grew, its height stretched, and its whole body seemed to become stronger as if inflated.

Then, several pieces of tree bark grew out from under its armpits, connecting front and back to quickly transform into an Akatsuki robe. A green bud sprouted from the palm of its right hand, rapidly growing and transforming into a new Bloodscythe.

In just a few tens of seconds, a brand new Hidan was born.

“What a pain. I've only slashed down to the 11th floor, and there are still nine floors above. Once Grandpa finishes the sacrifice to the Evil God, I will personally cut down that flying woman.”

Carrying his large scythe, Hidan kicked the door open and swaggered out.

After all the commotion in the second half of the night, and eating several boxes of ice cream, Qi Shan was wide awake. As soon as he got home, he focused on experimenting with magic.

It wasn't until the sky was just beginning to brighten that Qi Shan finally found the most suitable spell model.

He took a strand of Tomie's hair, added a trace of energy, and flicked it onto the ground.

The hair trembled twice, then rapidly grew as if it had taken an aphrodisiac.

Qi Shan chanted in his mouth and pointed at the rapidly growing hair.

A hazy, glowing light enveloped it, and the hair suddenly shrank into a ball, then unfolded to form a small piece of cloth.

This piece of cloth rapidly grew and automatically deformed.

It was as if there was an invisible mold in the air, and someone was constantly injecting ink into it, gradually revealing the model inside.

Before long, it formed a half-finished uniform that was a top, then grew downward, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a uniform similar to a military uniform.

The upper body was a padded-shoulder trench coat, the lower body was straight military pants, paired with a pair of pure black military boots, also made from Tomie's hair as the raw material, but using a different weaving method.

Due to the different reflectivity, although the colors were all dark, there were still some slight differences.

The overall style was exactly as Qi Shan had imagined, completely based on the Black Order uniform template from *D.Gray-man*.

Qi Shan raised an eyebrow, then flicked his finger, and a gust of wind suddenly shot out, tearing through the uniform and hitting the floor.

At the very moment the uniform was damaged, the broken fibers actually moved closer to each other and reconnected.

In an instant, the tear automatically repaired itself.

“Not bad, not bad, the effect is even better than expected. Next, we'll see if large-area repairs can be completed…”

Qi Shan was just about to continue the experiment when he felt a jolt under his feet, and the windows on the balcony suddenly exploded, scattering glass shards all over the floor.

Qi Shan blinked and looked up ahead.

He saw a thick cloud of smoke rising two blocks away, lingering for more than half a minute before gradually dissipating.

He sensed again and found that Hidan was still in the east.

“What the heck is going on? Why aren't they going to catch Hidan and fighting with someone else? And throwing such a big bomb? Is Deo's brain short-circuiting? Poor me and my apartment, I just had it cleaned yesterday.”

Qi Shan patted his forehead and lost interest in experimenting.

He walked to the balcony and looked around.

Only then did he realize that it wasn't just his place; as far as the eye could see, there wasn't a building that didn't have broken glass.

Then he saw Supergirl soar into the sky, disappearing from sight with a gust of wind.

“What's going on?”

He shook his head and turned back into the room.

Such a big commotion would have woken up the people in the nearby blocks, and it was likely that this area would be in an uproar in less than ten minutes.

He should take advantage of this time difference and quickly order breakfast.

He had just picked up the phone and hadn't had time to dial when there was a loud knock on the door.

Qi Shan pondered for a moment, curled his lips, and went to open the door.

As expected, standing outside were the two special operations team members.

“Consultant, the Director needs you to return to headquarters immediately.”

“I refuse.”

Qi Shan answered very simply, then went to close the door.

One of the special operations team members supported the door with his hand, looking somewhat nervous, and said, “Consultant, there's been a special situation, the Director needs you.”

“I've said everything I need to say. Even if I make another trip, there's nothing more to say. Let's leave it at that.”

As Qi Shan prepared to close the door again, the other special operations team member handed over a flat iPad.

It showed Director John's big, shiny head.

“Mike, I need you to come to headquarters immediately, now.”

“Right now, what I need most is to catch up on sleep and have breakfast, preferably with a glass of warm milk. Besides, regarding Hidan, I have nothing more to say.”

“Oh, really? Then how do you explain this?”

John calmly stepped aside, and Qi Shan's eyes widened.