American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The Quinjet landed vertically on the deck of the Skycarrier. Latches automatically extended, locking onto the wheels, and it was automatically towed into the hangar.

Natasha led Hank off the plane, where Director Nick Fury had been waiting for some time.

Nick said, "Dr. Pym, thank you for coming."

"You should apologize first. You've disrupted my peaceful life," Hank said coldly.

He ignored Nick's outstretched hand and walked straight into the ship's interior.

Natasha looked at the Director sympathetically and shrugged, indicating her helplessness.

The Director didn't mind and turned to follow him inside.

Inside the Avengers' exclusive laboratory, Tony Stark was working overtime.

He had spent some time modifying a high-powered scanning device and mounting it on a drone, which was now hovering over New York.

At the same time, he was using the Skycarrier's sonar detection equipment to search for the dragon's core.

Tony's reputation as a genius was well-deserved. This method was indeed effective, but the dragon's body was too massive, and finding the core would take some time.

Relatively speaking, Pym particles were much more convenient.

At that moment, Hank walked in.

Tony thought for a moment, then raised his hand and called out, "Hey, Hank."

"Don't talk to me. I don't want to know a clown who wears colorful armor and flies around in the sky," Hank said unceremoniously.

"Uh…"

Nick turned his head and said to Natasha, "What did you give him to eat? His brain is broken!"

Hank snorted coldly, placed the box flat, opened it, and took out the blue vial inside, saying, "The amount of particles has been calculated. An adapter has already been loaded. You just need to load it onto a drone or shell and fire it, and this crisis will be resolved!"

Hank said calmly, "You don't need to remind me. I've been Ant-Man for 30 years and know how to fight.

This amount of Pym particles can shrink the dragon into a toy thirty centimeters in diameter. So… do I need to teach you what to do next?"

"I'll be right back!"

Natasha tilted her head slightly, turned, and walked out.

Director Fury stood outside, his one eye gleaming.

Natasha frowned slightly. "Nick?"

"Do as he says. Tell the lab not to interfere. Hank Pym has been able to hold Pym particles on his own for over 30 years and won't make mistakes in small matters like this," Nick said calmly.

At that moment, an alarm suddenly sounded, and an anxious voice came from the broadcast: "Alarm! Alarm! An abnormality has appeared on the ground. The unknown object code-named 'Dragon' is vibrating, and its cells are in a state of rapid division. It is estimated that it will double in size in 2 minutes and 30 seconds…"

Nick shouted, "Hurry!"

Natasha said easily, "Don't worry, 30 seconds is enough."

After saying that, she rushed out of the cabin and quickly disappeared from sight.

"Beep beep beep!"

Nick clicked on the communicator by his ear. "What is it?"

"Sir, it's bad. The dragon has begun to eject small entities outwards."

"Damn it!"

Nick cursed and ordered, "Notify the defense forces to enter a state of engagement and eliminate all unidentified objects! Speed up the evacuation of survivors. How many gas masks have been mobilized?"

"There are already over 200,000, and another 100,000 gas masks are on the way and will arrive in 15 minutes!"

"Immediately distribute gas masks to the troops and sound a gas warning within one kilometer around the small entities!"

"Yes, sir!"

On the ground, the surface of the giant tentacle monster bulged with a large number of ejection ports. As the tissue surged, dense, rain-like blood clots were ejected.

The blood clots streaked across the sky and fell to the ground, miraculously forming hideous small entities.

These small entities were only one person tall and were strong humanoids. Their heads had only a huge mouth, without any other facial features.

The snow-white teeth were all inverted triangles, and the tongue was thin and long, covered with barbs. They had an instinctive roar and seemed to lack reason.

After landing and forming, they would instinctively attack the nearest humans.

Scattered survivors were surrounded by a large number of monsters and instantly torn to pieces in terror, unable to even scream.

A large number of red shells rained down from the sky, and the explosions instantly blasted the monsters into fragments.

But in the next moment, more small monsters surged over again.

Artillery fire was effective, but no one had a trace of a smile on their face.

These tentacles spread throughout New York, and small monsters emerged endlessly.

In less than ten minutes, the small monsters had almost occupied all areas.

They quickly found several survivors' bases by instinct and attacked people like mindless beasts.

No matter how many troops there were, they could not cover the entire city with artillery fire.

The battle situation tilted in an unfavorable direction the moment it broke out.

Small monsters would instantly self-destruct when subjected to fatal attacks, and a large amount of blood would evaporate to form a red mist.

The survivors' bases had already received warnings. People wearing gas masks nervously gathered in the open space, waiting for the arrival of the next transport plane.

Gas masks were used in shifts, but even so, it was not enough at all. More than half of the people had no protection and could only huddle together with their relatives, shivering.

The temporary defense system could not withstand such a frantic charge at all. The two sides only held out for thirty seconds before the defense line was torn apart.

Tidal waves of small monsters swarmed in, killing and biting anyone they saw.

The crowd was in chaos and was almost instantly reduced to hell.

The dragon's body continued to vibrate, the ground followed suit, and the entire city rumbled.

A small Quinjet descended vertically and fired a shot with a bang.

A conspicuous blue shell hit the tentacle.

Then a magical thing happened.

The tentacle monster that occupied and wrapped around the entire city of New York rapidly shrunk and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

Natasha reported, "Mission accomplished. Where is it now?"

Tony's unbelievable voice came from the earpiece: "Why is it my Stark Tower again? I just renovated the foundation!"

Natasha smiled. "Congratulations, you can design a new pattern again!"

With a slight movement of her hand, the Quinjet tilted slightly and flew towards Stark Tower in the city center.

In the underground secret vault of Stark Tower, a soundproof barrier surrounded the area.

Qi Shan stood in front of a stretched-open black cavity, tentatively summoning something.

Behind him, Dr. Gero and Number 16 were moving boxes of supplies.

This was the secret warehouse of a wealthy man. Qi Shan searched for a long time and only found it with the help of Dr. Gero.

There were many good things inside. Titanium alloy was just one of them. All kinds of rare alloys almost filled a shelf.

Not to mention Dr. Gero, even Qi Shan's eyes lit up.

Suddenly, the ground rumbled and shook, the ceiling shattered violently, and a red shadow fell diagonally, pierced through the soundproof barrier, and fell in front of Qi Shan.

Qi Shan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hey, my takeout has arrived!"