American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Bench press 2.5 tons!”

“100 meters in 1.73 seconds.”

“Bone hardness exceeds 90 HRC, skin hardness exceeds 60 HRC, infinitely close to nickel-based alloy.”

“Internal energy exceeds 120 degrees, full combat time is two hours.”

“All energy is sealed within the body and cannot be released.”

“Maximum punch force 10 tons, maximum leg force 25 tons.”

“Comprehensive combat evaluation 325.”

Dr. Gero held a tablet, simply repeating a few important data points, his wrinkled old face faintly glowing.

“Boss, his basic qualities have been greatly improved. If we use this as a basis to modify Androids 17 and 18, their combat power will increase significantly.”

Dr. Gero's eyes lit up slightly, “It may even exceed Cell!”

“Oh?”

Qi Shan looked at the experimental subject beside him, panting heavily, and nodded slightly, saying: “The idea is indeed good, but this kind of modification is not stable. You've also seen that the previous seven or eight people all exploded directly, and only he succeeded by accident.

I still haven't figured out how it was done.”

Dr. Gero was slightly disappointed and said nothing more.

Qi Shan turned his head to the experimental subject and said: “Although your physical fitness is good, unfortunately, your appearance is that of a child. Your name is Matthew, right?”

“That's right, Boss!”

“From today onwards, you will be a cadre of the New Scorpion Gang. Go up and pick some manpower. If you have any needs, go to Bonnie. From now on, the defense here will be entrusted to you.”

Matthew nodded, his little face expressionless, and said: “I understand, Boss!”

At this moment, a subordinate quickly walked over and bowed slightly to Qi Shan: “Boss, someone from above has broken in!”

Qi Shan was surprised: “How many people? From which side?”

“One person! A masked man in black!”

Qi Shan frowned: “Although there are not many people on the surface, there are still double digits. Plus, the weapons and early warning system manufactured by Dr. Gero, even if the police want to attack, they would have to send at least a company. Now you're telling me one person?”

Sweat dripped from the subordinate's forehead, and he hurriedly explained: “He is very agile. As soon as he came in, he knocked out all the lights. Suddenly, we were plunged into darkness, and the brothers were caught off guard…”

“Came in and knocked out the lights…”

Qi Shan subconsciously thought of a Marvel character.

His expression was a little strange: “How could it be Daredevil? I just took over a few gangs and haven't done anything! At this time, even if Mordo came to my door, it would be more reasonable than Daredevil appearing.

Is it just because this is New York?”

Qi Shan shook his head and said to Matthew: “The person outside should be a tricky one. Go handle it!”

On Matthew's childish face, a grim smile appeared, “Leave it to me, Boss!”

After saying that, he turned to leave.

“Wait a minute!”

Matthew stopped and turned around: “Boss?”

Qi Shan rolled his eyes: “Are you going out like that?”

His previous body was a big fat man close to 1.9 meters tall. After his body shrank, he could no longer wear his clothes.

When cooperating with Dr. Gero for testing, he was only draped in a white lab sheet.

Now his two calves and arms are still bare.

Matthew looked blank.

It seemed that he had forgotten this part of common sense. The soul modification aspect was off by a hair's breadth, a thousand miles away. Perhaps he should study it again.

Qi Shan shook his head: “Tell me, what kind of clothes do you want? I'll just create one for you.”

“I want the Irish Volunteers' uniform, with the rank of captain!” Matthew said.

“No!”

Qi Shan rolled his eyes, “How would I know what an Irish uniform looks like? I'll give you a set of camouflage clothing, plus military boots and a belt.”

After saying that, without waiting for Matthew to answer, he put his hands together, and spirit particles surged out. Then, with a gentle shake downward, a one-piece camouflage suit (children's size) appeared in his hand.

He casually threw it to Matthew, then flicked his hand again, and a pair of small military boots and a belt appeared again.

Matthew was overjoyed, hurriedly took the equipment, and put it on in a few strokes.

Unfortunately, his body was that of a child, without any muscles. The military uniform was still a one-piece, and even the black military boots were soft, making him look rather cute.

Even the controlled subordinates couldn't help but reveal a strange look in their eyes.

Qi Shan burst out laughing.

“Speaking of which, this outfit of yours is really good. It would be even more impressive if you had a small gun.”

“Uh… then, Boss, I'll go first.”

“Go, go, hahaha!”

Matthew was laughed at and couldn't figure it out, but he didn't ask any more questions, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Time rewinded 15 minutes.

Daredevil was on the rooftop of a low building, looking towards the peaceful community ahead.

He was dressed in black, with a black felt hat covering his nose, leaving only his mouth and chin exposed.

He had been standing here for nearly 20 minutes, listening attentively.

In the past few days, the post-disaster cleanup work in New York had gradually ended. Except for a few severely damaged buildings, other blocks had gradually returned to their original lives.

The aliens came and brought destruction and slaughter, but also brought opportunities and high-tech weapons.

For the rats in the gutter, it was more like a carnival. All areas had been uneasy these past few days.

The Queen's District was as chaotic as Brooklyn, Brooklyn was as chaotic as Hell's Kitchen, and Hell's Kitchen was as chaotic as real hell.

All the gangs wanted to take advantage of the government's lack of attention to speed up shipments and make money.

There were so many shootings every day that it was like setting off firecrackers, and robberies and injuries were commonplace. More than a dozen community hospitals were already overcrowded, mostly with members of various gangs, while the unlucky ones were in the minority.

Daredevil couldn't stand it anymore. He had been frequently dispatched these past few days, constantly cracking down on active gangsters.

However, during this citywide commotion, a small area in Brooklyn was unusually quiet.

This area was not large, encompassing only five or six communities.

This should have been a good thing, at least it could reduce Daredevil's workload.

But in Daredevil's view, this eerie calm itself represented abnormality.

Tonight, after breaking three ribs of a few robbers and throwing them into the trash can, he rushed to this community.

Daredevil had amazing hearing. He could feel the subtle vibrations through the sound of footsteps, heartbeats, and even breathing, and judge whether a person was strong. He could also smell the scent of guns and blood through his sense of smell.

Therefore, he quickly locked onto several gangs in the community. After thinking for a moment, he went straight to the abandoned auto repair shop in the center.

He quietly lurked nearby, pricking up his ears to listen to the subtle sounds inside.

However, this trick, which had always been effective, failed tonight.

He could clearly sense thirteen or fourteen strong men inside, but there was no sound of conversation, no TV sound, no sound of eating, not even the sound of drinking, or even the smell of smoke.

“There really is a problem!”

Daredevil leaped out. He wanted to find out!