American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan suddenly shuddered, his hand trembled, and the experimental subject on the operating table twitched all over, exploding like popcorn.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

Qi Shan was speechless and drew a pattern in the air with his right index finger.

An invisible wave spread out, and the splattered flesh and blood quickly gathered towards the center, instantly compressing into a black sphere in Qi Shan's palm.

With a clang, he casually threw it into the trash can.

The trash can swayed, and the black sphere stayed with seven or eight others of its kind.

He glanced at his watch; it was almost 8:00 AM.

He tidied up the lab a bit, changed out of his white coat, washed his hands, and Qi Shan turned to leave.

The aroma had wafted into the basement 30 minutes ago, and judging by the time, it should be ready.

He walked out of the stairwell, locked the door leading to the basement, and headed towards the dining room.

"Good morning, sir. You're just in time; breakfast is ready."

The speaker was a middle-aged woman nearing 50.

She was a cook specially hired by Tomie from a domestic service company, responsible for preparing three meals a day.

Besides her, there were also two part-time cleaners, a beautician, a hairdresser, a masseuse, a pastry chef, and a consulting butler.

Qi Shan couldn't understand what Tomie was doing with all these people.

Didn't she know she was a monster with unchanging beauty?

All this fussing was still the same.

Qi Shan nodded slightly.

"Good morning, Sophie."

After a simple greeting, he sat directly at the dining table, and Sophie quickly served breakfast.

"Today I made Danish rolls, potato pancakes, and toast. There's some bacon and salad, and I've also prepared milk and juice, as well as some cheese. Please enjoy."

"Thank you. Has Tomie not woken up yet?"

Sophie nodded.

"Miss Tomie is still sleeping. It seems she will still wake up close to noon."

As she spoke, Sophie's face showed an envious expression.

This was the life, being able to sleep until naturally awake, buying things at will, and not worrying about money.

This was the life of a rich woman.

She didn't actually know the true relationship between Qi Shan and Tomie, only regarding Qi Shan as a rich man who doted on his wife.

Of course, Qi Shan had no interest in explaining this.

In fact, Sophie could be ingratiated with; she got along well with Tomie.

Tomie, while spending money recklessly on herself, had surprisingly bought a dress for Sophie.

This surprised Qi Shan for a long time.

Had they become so familiar after only two days?

Eating breakfast, he picked up the newspaper next to him and glanced at it, but not finding any news about Xisuo, he didn't bother reading it further.

Picking up the remote control, just as he was about to turn on the TV, the phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone, glanced at the familiar number, and answered directly.

"Tom?"

The other party's voice was a little bitter. "It's me, Mike. Although I'm a little embarrassed, but... do you remember when you asked me why the bar was attacked last time? I might need your help, you..."

Qi Shan's eyes lit up slightly.

Qi Shan asked strangely, "What, aren't we meeting at Tom's Bar?"

"...Uh, the bar is already destroyed."

"...Okay, let's do this. I'll wait for you in front of the Cat Cafe on Thirty-Fifth Avenue."

"Okay, I'll be there in 15 minutes."

Hanging up the phone, Qi Shan quickly finished his breakfast.

"Sophie, I have to go out. If Tomie asks, tell her."

"Okay, sir." Sophie nodded and asked with a smile, "How was breakfast? I tried to change the flavor a bit to make it more suitable for Eastern tastes."

"Uh... to be honest, I didn't taste it. I still hope you can try to learn how to make egg pancakes, and also buy a soy milk machine. I prefer to drink soy milk in the morning."

After speaking, Qi Shan turned and left.

Sophie shrugged, walked over, pinched a piece of Danish roll crumb, put it in her mouth, and muttered, "Why didn't he taste it? Could it be that I added too little fennel?"

That Cat Cafe wasn't too far from Qi Shan's residence, about two blocks away, and it would only take ten minutes to cut across.

When Qi Shan arrived, a familiar pickup truck was already parked in front of the store.

He looked carefully, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Laurie, why is it you?" Qi Shan was somewhat surprised.

Laurie laughed and reached out to pat Qi Shan's shoulder.

"Hey, buddy, long time no see. What have you been up to lately?"

Qi Shan asked strangely, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Laurie said awkwardly, "The book says that greeting people like this makes you seem enthusiastic."

Only then did Qi Shan see that he was holding a paperback book.

The cover read: How to Quickly Make 300 Friends.

Qi Shan was speechless. "Throw that broken book in your hand out the window, and then drive."

"Okay, you're the boss now."

He casually threw the book out the window, and the car quickly merged into the traffic flow.

"What exactly happened?"

"Oh, things started out a bit complicated. The current situation is that Tom has a windfall of diamonds, worth about 10 million, and two groups of people want to get their hands on it.

One group is the police, and the other group is the Jamaican gang. So..."

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Gangs were good. No one would care about the missing seven or eight people.

"What's the matter with the police?"

"Corrupt cops."

"I roughly understand!"

The car drove into the port area, went down a dirt road, and stopped in front of a thatched cottage by the sea.

Before he got out of the car, he saw Tom coming to greet him.

"Hey, brother, I'm really glad you could come. By the way, I made some BBQ, would you like some?"

"No thanks, I just finished breakfast, although it wasn't very tasty."

Getting out of the car, after a simple greeting with Tom, Qi Shan began to inquire about the specific situation.

This time, Tom didn't hide anything and explained the ins and outs of the matter one by one.

After listening, Qi Shan pondered slightly and said, "I roughly understand. What do you mean? Kill these Jamaicans?"

"No, no! I'm a businessman, and I don't want to fight and kill."

Tom shook his head and handed over a small package.

Qi Shan opened it and took a look, it was the diamonds.

"Willing to part with them?"

"It's nothing. Although I'm also very envious, it's too hot to handle. No matter what you do, just make sure these two groups don't bother me anymore."

"Understood, I'll see what I can do." Qi Shan nodded faintly.

Tom patted Qi Shan on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Thanks, buddy."

Qi Shan tilted his head, noncommittal.