American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The road is on the mouth, and Qi Shan is a diligent person.

Now that it's late, and a place to rest is needed, Qi Shan found several kind-hearted people in the dark alleyways.

After sending them to the trash, he obtained a relatively reliable address.

He hailed a taxi and went straight there.

Making fake IDs is a very profitable business in America.

The crime isn't too big, but the profit is considerable.

Moreover, the audience is wide, including rebellious underage people who want to drink, fugitives on the run, rebellious agents, housewives who can't stand domestic violence, or foreign spies, all of whom desperately need this kind of thing.

Therefore, like convenience stores, almost every community has several ID merchants.

Just like the inconspicuous print shop in front of Qi Shan.

Simple print shop? Qi Shan smiled.

The defensive equipment of this shop is too complete.

Not only is there a protective net on the window, but the door is also an iron gate, and the wooden door inside has three locks.

Isn't this obvious enough?

It's just short of painting the sign on the wall!

Anyone with a little brain knows that this place is not simple.

This is America, where they like to show everything off.

In China, there is usually an extra procedure, generally a pharmacy near the printing shop, or a sales office or similar place.

It's quieter, and few people come to disturb.

The equipment is not far away.

Safety and business are both ensured.

Russian ID merchants usually like train stations. As for why, Qi Shan still doesn't understand. Do those old毛子 just like crowded places?

Now that it's late, the shop has already turned off the lights.

However, Qi Shan got the news that this person lives inside. Although he claims not to take business at night, if there is a big deal, he probably wouldn't mind working overtime.

He went up and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes, seeing no response from inside, he stepped forward and knocked again.

The light came on inside, followed by faint footsteps.

"Who is it?"

The door opened, and inside was a fair-skinned fat man with half-long blonde hair and a few freckles on his face.

Looking at his face, he was very young, probably just graduated from college.

Qi Shan looked him up and down, and then said, "Big Henry introduced me. He said you can do expedited IDs here? What's the price?"

The fat man sized up Qi Shan.

"2000 bucks. Two hours at most."

"Okay!"

Qi Shan nodded, took out a roll of banknotes and shook it.

The fat man nodded, turned around to check the surveillance screen, and after confirming that Qi Shan was alone, he opened the door.

The inside wasn't too spacious, probably only thirty or forty square meters. There were several desks, and monitors were hanging on the wall, showing nine surveillance camera images.

There was a door on the back wall, which seemed to be the living room.

Taking out a camera from the desk, the fat man reached out his hand and said, "Money?"

Qi Shan ignored him, walked straight over and opened the door.

Inside was indeed the living room, with a kitchen, bathroom, and bed. It looked quite clean. Qi Shan nodded in satisfaction.

"What are you doing? This is forbidden territory!"

The fat man walked over angrily and pushed Qi Shan hard, causing himself to stagger backward.

Qi Shan took advantage of the situation and tripped him, and he fell to the ground.

Bang!

The sound of flesh hitting the cutting board!

Qi Shan felt pain for him.

The fat man really fell hard this time and couldn't get up for a long time.

Click!

The sound of a gun made the fat man, who wanted to get angry, freeze.

"Relax, the world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable. That's not good, not good!"

Qi Shan joked and kicked him, "Get up quickly, there are still IDs to be made."

The fat man slowly got up, his small eyes full of anger.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid…?"

Click!

"…"

"Keep talking, why don't you talk anymore? Maybe if you threaten me a few more times, I will be scared, throw away the pistol, take out all the money on me and apologize to you, and then let you dispose of me."

"…"

The fat man lowered his head.

Qi Shan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Right, you also know it's impossible, so what nonsense are you talking about? Do you want to help me make IDs now, or do you want me to tie you up and do it myself?"

The fat man looked up at Qi Shan.

"What, don't believe me?" Qi Shan smiled.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the fat man finally gave up. He said dejectedly, "Okay, what do you want?"

"Several driver's licenses, international criminal police documents, FBI documents, and it's best to have an IRS document if you can do it. By the way, can you get a passport? I want an untraceable, complete information passport."

The fat man's face turned green.

These days, those who want to completely change their identity are either wanted criminals or serial killers.

He was just covering up for parolees and making fake driver's licenses for underage people to buy alcohol. How dare he contact these things?

Moreover, making passports is a serious crime, and you'll get at least ten years if caught.

Not to mention making fake FBI documents.

"Oh God! What have you done?" The fat man shook his head: "Sorry, I can only provide a few driver's licenses."

"I'll give you an hour at most. It's late, and I'm a person who pays attention to health and is ready to sleep."

Taking off his coat and throwing it aside, Qi Shan sat on the chair and opened a computer to browse news information.

The fat man peeked at the two pistols on Qi Shan's lower back and began to work dejectedly.

The time is a bit early now, it's 2015, and the Superman incident two years ago caused a great sensation. There are still many people discussing it online.

The topic of Superman itself has been very hot, and one of the sections discussing whether Superman is a superhero or a super threat has an amazing number of posts.

The major forums are full of serious discussions, but Qi Shan can see that Superman has gained the support of the vast majority of the people at the level of public opinion.

Moreover, it seems that General Zod has already been here, and the two sides had a fierce fight in Metropolis.

Superman's identity was officially exposed, attracting the attention of Chris Luther.

Then the Destroyer emerged.

Superman and the older version of Batman worked together to send Chris to prison.

This matter caused quite a stir, and the Luther Group was also implicated. There are news reports that his sister took over the group's affairs and changed the group's name to L.

The situation is currently improving slightly, and the base camp is in Star City.

In this world, reports of superheroes seem to dominate the mainstream, and there are superheroes in every country and city, but Qi Shan is familiar with only a few.

Gotham City's Batman has been missing for a long time.

There is also no news of any superpower users running rampant in Central City, or the Flash acting righteously.

Similarly, there is no madman wearing a green hat and shooting arrows everywhere in Star City.

There seems to be only one Superman, and he is busy helping people everywhere. The world seems to be very beautiful.

Qi Shan knows that all this is just an illusion.

Now that Supergirl has appeared, I am afraid that aliens from the entire universe will gather on Earth.

"Having the ability to be invulnerable to swords and guns, maybe I can be a superhero."

Although he said that, Qi Shan didn't think so in his heart.

Whether it is conscious or subconscious, Qi Shan is not the kind of person who advocates for the public.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have run to be a smuggler, a 美帝蛀虫 who exploits legal loopholes and seeks exorbitant profits.

He rummaged through the snack bags next to him, found a bag of potato chips, tore open the seal and started eating.

"Hey, don't eat my snacks." The fat man was indignant.

"Have you finished it?"

Qi Shan looked at his watch, only 40 minutes had passed.

"Here you are."

The fat man slapped five driver's licenses on the table, "It's done. As long as you don't run in front of the police, there should be no problem. Can I leave now?"

Qi Shan took a simple look and took out one.

"Sphinx Montage? Are you kidding me?"

The fat man shrugged, a little proud in his eyes.

Qi Shan was speechless and pocketed the fake driver's license.

Whatever the name, it's good enough to use for now.

"Okay, it's my fault. I should have told you to be a Mike in advance."

"You can call it whatever you want, now please leave my house."

"Don't be so ruthless, no matter what, we are destined, we are already friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other, I need to rest now, and you happen to have a very soft bed. I just looked at it, a very thick Simmons, I like it."

The fat man was dumbfounded.

"What? You still want to live here?"

"Just for one night. Shouldn't friends help each other?"

"Bullshit friends, you haven't even asked my name." The fat man was exasperated.

Qi Shan looked helpless. "Names are just titles, can't a friend replace them? Okay, okay, since you insist so much, then tell me your name?"

"I insist, when did I insist…"

"Click" Qi Shan had a smile on his face, but his hand was on the gun.

"…Rex."

"Hello Rex, nice to meet you. By the way, your name is quite like a scumbag I've been looking for recently, you wouldn't happen to be called Piper, would you?"

"Lawrence!" The fat man shook his head.

"Then do you have a brother or uncle named Piper?"

"I'm an orphan!"

"Oh, then congratulations! You automatically get the protagonist's fate! You might time travel in the future!"

The fat man's eyes darted around: "What?"

Qi Shan picked up his coat and turned to walk into the living room. "Oh, right, I forgot to say. If you want to call the police, clean up these devices first, otherwise the police will see them, and you will have to squat in prison for at least three years, believe me, my judgment is very accurate! Of course, if you are interested in inviting a few friends to play, please have them fill their wallets, I'm a little tight on money recently and need help."

Bang!

The door slammed shut, and the fat man was dumbfounded.

Was I… taken over?

Me? The famous Rex? This is impossible, this must be an illusion.

He grabbed the phone and subconsciously wanted to call a friend.

But thinking of what Qi Shan had just said, he hesitated.

He glanced in the direction of the living room, gritted his teeth, and put the phone back.

He quickly opened the cabinet, stuffed the cash and important documents inside into a bag, grabbed a coat, opened the door and quickly stepped into the night.

A gentleman takes revenge, not late overnight, I'll talk to Big Chuck tomorrow.

In the underworld, this kind of thing is not something I haven't encountered, are you afraid of you?

The fat man decisively followed his heart.