American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Avengers Alliance, a special training ground in the suburbs of New York.

Thirty burly policemen of varying heights stood in neat formation, facing an instructor giving a speech on the podium.

This man was easily over two meters tall, with huge arms and fists, his muscles knotted like an old, gnarled tree. Even dressed in a police uniform, he looked like a thug.

This man was a special training officer sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. itself, a modified artificial human, Number 30!

Of course, he didn't say much about this to the special trainees below, only stating his identity as an instructor.

All the trainees knew was that he was called 'Big Head,' and they could address him as 'Officer'!

So far, no one had learned his name.

Being a special model and carrying out a special mission, Qi Shan had actually given him a name: Johnson.

However, this special individual clearly didn't like the name. He preferred being called 'Big Head' and seeing the look of surprise on people's faces.

The fact that an inanimate object could develop human emotions, even unique quirks, was the unique charm of Dr. Geller.

"After a week of basic training, I believe you all have a certain understanding of the training volume of the special police force!

We are different from ordinary police officers, different from SWAT teams, different from anti-terrorism units, and even different from the Avengers.

The enemies we will face in the future are the most dangerous super criminals, possessing all kinds of abilities and advanced equipment. Ordinary police officers are completely useless against them.

For the sake of the city's security, and for the people to continue enjoying a peaceful environment, we must nip these super criminals in the bud.

Guys, the burden on our shoulders is by no means light. To some extent, only by guarding the everyday can human civilization continue!"

The trainees below stirred. Little Spider widened his eyes and muttered, "Does it have to be so exaggerated? Even the Avengers, who save the Earth, don't talk so grandly!"

The instructor glared at him with his bull-like eyes, and Little Spider immediately shrank his neck, not daring to say anything more.

This week of cruel training had made Little Spider fully understand what 'ferocious' meant!

This idiot of an instructor didn't treat them like human beings at all, drilling them to death every day.

If the trainees didn't have some special abilities, they would probably be lying in the hospital right now, holding a diagnosis of rhabdomyolysis.

At the same time, the various recovery technologies of S.H.I.E.L.D. had also opened Little Spider's eyes.

The omnipotent recovery pod, such an unreasonable piece of black technology, S.H.I.E.L.D. could actually produce it?

Throwing a dying person into a special solution and soaking them for a few hours could not only heal wounds, but even restore severed limbs and damaged internal organs to their original state. This was no longer unreasonable, it was simply a myth!

Little Spider and a few other science-minded trainees had studied it for a few days, but still couldn't figure out how it worked.

The instructor sternly scanned the trainees, who immediately puffed out their chests, raised their heads, and stared straight ahead.

After a long while, the instructor nodded in satisfaction.

He raised his hand, and two officers beside him immediately brought up a few alloy boxes.

After opening them, they took out small boxes of various sizes and lengths and distributed them to the trainees.

The instructor said in a deep voice: "Based on the tests and data collected this week, our exclusive laboratory has created personalized weapons for each of you, tailored to your different physiques.

These weapons incorporate special metals and a certain degree of technological crystallization. I don't know what kind of technology it is. You can study it yourself if you are interested, but once it is damaged, you will be immediately disqualified. You must keep this in mind!"

Little Spider received a small box. After opening it curiously, he found two special gloves inside. Thin threads were wrapped around the back of the gloves, with threads in several hidden places.

"This is a thread-type Teigu, called 'Ever-Changing Intertwined Tails'!"

The instructor suddenly appeared in front of Little Spider and said calmly.

Little Spider was startled: "Intertwined Tails?"

"These are silk threads made from the body hair of a special creature. They are not only tough but also extremely sharp.

In the right-hand glove, there is a thread called the Intermittent Thread, whose toughness far exceeds other threads. It can easily cut through steel, and even harder alloys.

You are already a master of using silk threads. Combined with spider silk, Intertwined Tails will take your combat power to another level.

"The Teigu in your hand is called 'One Cut, Two Pieces.' It is forged from an extremely rare alloy, and it is hard and sharp. Apart from that, it has no other advantages.

But these two alone are enough to make it one of the treasures. You can imagine just how sharp it can be!"

The instructor spoke meaningfully. Seeing Misty looking thoughtful, his huge palm gently patted her shoulder and said, "Use sharp weapons wisely!"

Misty nodded.

In the next hour, everyone got to know their weapons.

These kids and girls were like children who had received gifts, smiling like idiots as they held their newly acquired treasures.

After letting them be happy for a quarter of an hour, the instructor suddenly changed his face without warning.

"You bastards, grab your weapons and all your weight-bearing equipment and board the plane within three minutes!"

A wail arose below.

Little Spider's voice trembled: "Board the plane again? Could it be that this time..."

The instructor grinned hideously: "Congratulations, you guessed right! Welcome to the three-day tour of the Pacific Ocean! This time, your opponent is a fully loaded speedboat with two 60-liter fuel tanks.

The distance the speedboat can travel is the amount of your mission this time.

There will be no food supplies for three days. On your way forward, we will randomly drop drifting bottles, each containing about one-third nutrient solution and two-thirds fresh water capsules."

As soon as this was said, the trainees' faces turned green.

Damn it, this time people are really going to die. The training volume has more than tripled.

The instructor's mouth curled up, revealing his deep white teeth, perfectly forming a hideous smile.

"Given the life-threatening nature of this training mission, we have invited an important figure to escort you. Cheer, you little cubs! Let us welcome Steve Rogers!"