American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Inside the ruins, the Rolls-Royce was completely buried.

Inside the car, Qi Shan glanced at the situation outside, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and slowly closed his eyes.

Daredevil was a little nervous, "Boss, should I go take care of it?"

"Sit tight, no need to make a fuss! It's just a bunch of hoodlums, my men will handle it. If they can't even handle this little thing, they have no value in living."

Sixteen suddenly said: "Boss, there are two more high-energy reactions around the corner."

"Oh? Quite the investment, they even sent superhumans. What's their energy level?"

Sixteen said: "The energy level of Target One is about 1.3 Daredevils, and Target Two is 1.5."

Daredevil: ...

"Hmm!" Qi Shan nodded, and said lightly: "No need to bother, just let them handle it. It's a good opportunity to verify the effectiveness of the spirit particle memory modification."

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"Stop!"

Someone shouted, and the gunfire ceased.

The biker gang looked at the pile of rubble and suddenly burst into cheers.

"Go to hell! Idiot!"

"Dare to provoke us, this is the consequence!"

Suddenly, the rubble pile exploded violently, and gravel soared into the sky, falling like raindrops, hitting these idiots who were cheering with their mouths wide open, causing them to bleed and scramble away holding their heads.

"Oh, shit!"

Long Hair, who had just recovered and hadn't even stood up, was directly hit in the face by a brick, and immediately passed out.

He fell straight down, the back of his head made a thud, and a stream of red and white liquid flowed out silently.

The surroundings were chaotic, and no one noticed him.

This unlucky kid became mentally disabled so inexplicably.

Boom!

With a bang, the Rolls-Royce rushed out of the rubble pile.

The four tires were smoking exaggeratedly, and the originally gorgeous and reflective body was covered with dust, making it impossible to open your eyes.

What was striking was that the car body did not suffer any damage despite such a heavy blow.

The sound of the car crashing heavily on the ground was like the signal of a starting gun.

From the other eleven cars, thirty to forty strong men walked down in unison. They were covered in blood, and some even had rows of bleeding bullet holes in their bodies. Their expressions were grim, and they raised their submachine guns and pulled the triggers.

The sound of gunfire was incessant.

On the other side, Qi Shan's dozens of men split into a dozen small groups, and without any communication, each rushed towards their target.

The rate of fire of the Uzi submachine guns instantly formed effective firepower suppression, and these unlucky ghosts on the opposite side couldn't even lift their heads.

Within a few short minutes, they were gradually defeated and sent to heaven one by one.

Just as they were about to crush the enemy, a piercing shriek suddenly attacked, and a visible sound wave sent several men in suits flying out.

The next moment, the others scattered directly, and dozens of gun muzzles pointed at the intersection.

At the end of the intersection, two strangely dressed young men stood there, looking a little surprised.

"You... you guys are really amazing. We just spaced out for a moment, and you wiped out more than a hundred people... and that's before their boss even showed up. Pete, I'm suddenly interested in them!"

The speaker was a burly young man, nearly two meters tall, with knotted muscles all over his body, wearing an ordinary T-shirt like a tight-fitting suit.

The other one looked a little thin, wearing a colorful hoodie, with not only a dozen-centimeter-long broom head on his head, but also dyed it in the seven colors of the rainbow, coupled with his Native American skin, full of weirdness.

Facing dozens of gun muzzles, he was obviously much more cautious.

He watched vigilantly as several men in suits got up, and after being knocked away by a high-frequency sound wave, there was no expression on their faces.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Robert, the situation seems a little off. Did we encounter special forces?"

"Don't worry! The situation is a bit different, but it doesn't mean much to us. Pete, don't forget, my barrier plus your sonic attack, we are invincible."

Robert didn't worry at all, and didn't even take the guns seriously.

Past experiences had already told him that these small-caliber bullets couldn't pose a threat to him at all.

He glanced at the men in suits who were carefully approaching with guns, and then turned his gaze to the Rolls-Royce.

This car had been parked there ever since it rushed out of the rubble pile.

It didn't seem to have any intention of leaving early.

For the warmongering Robert, its displayed confidence and power were extremely attractive.

"Pete, you take care of them!" Robert licked his lips and turned to walk towards the Rolls-Royce.

Pete shrugged, "Okay, but hurry up, the commotion tonight is a bit big, I think the federal police have already been alarmed!"

He put his hands in his pockets, suddenly took a deep breath, and screamed sharply at the men in suits.

A sonic vortex instantly formed and swept over.

The men in suits showed expressions of pain and fell to the ground holding their heads.

They struggled to separate, constantly firing, but their whole bodies were as soft as noodles, and they couldn't stand up no matter what.

Seemingly relaxed and freehand, Pete was actually not feeling well either.

It was the first time he had encountered such a difficult enemy.

Ordinary people would have their brains disrupted by his high-frequency sound waves after being attacked once, leaving them dizzy for a day or two.

But these people were able to recover in a very short period of time.

As long as the shouting stopped, bullets would come flying over in less than ten seconds.

Pete wasn't like Robert, he didn't have bulletproof skin, how could he not be nervous facing bullets?

Besides, he had personally witnessed how the biker gang was wiped out, how could he dare to take this risk?

Therefore, he could only continue to scream, even if his forehead was bulging with veins and blood was flowing from his ears, he didn't dare to stop.

He could only keep praying that Robert would come to help him quickly.

However, at this moment, a figure flew over from behind and smashed into Pete, and the two of them directly became rolling gourds.

Pete was halfway through a high-pitched shout when he was choked back, and his throat almost exploded.

He勉励pushed away the person on top of him, his eyeballs almost fell out.

"Robert?"

At this moment, Robert was nowhere near as high-spirited as he was just now. His entire head was green, purple, and swollen, at least three times bigger, and he had become a pig's head.

Pete knew Robert's defense, not to mention fists, ordinary bullets couldn't do anything to him, but now...