American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan greeted him, took three steps as two, rushed to Hugo's side, waved his hand to knock off the small pistol he wanted to resist with, grabbed his neck, and lifted him about twenty centimeters off the ground.

“Nice to meet you. I won’t introduce myself too much. I believe in this scene, you’re not interested in knowing who I am. So, I’ll just ask directly, who are the members of the Court of Owls?”

Hugo was shocked.

What? They have already investigated to this extent, and have already involved the Court of Owls?

Why haven't they killed him yet? Has he been abandoned?

The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, it was quickly rejected. Philosopher Hugo was an extremely intelligent man, even if he suddenly killed Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne.

He wouldn't leave a single trace of evidence!

However, this was obviously what he thought.

The survival of the killer was his biggest flaw, but at this time, that unlucky guy named Martin had already been sent to hell by Qi Shan.

“Are you pretending not to hear, or don't you want to answer my question?”

Without getting an answer, Qi Shan lowered his head slightly, staring straight into Hugo's eyes to put pressure on him.

Although he looked back in horror, his body behaved calmly, and he was even trying to fight back, but his spirit was greatly impacted.

Philosopher Hugo, as a member of the Court of Owls, had seen many incredible things, especially a resurrection pool hidden deep within the Court of Owls' territory, which could actually pull the already dead Talon back from hell.

This was simply the power of God. For Philosopher Hugo, who came from a background in biological science and whose dream was to create a true God.

Whether the Court of Owls was good or evil had nothing to do with him. Even if they used various dark methods to suppress the development of the music scene and even deliberately guided Gotham to the point of becoming a city of sin in order to make money, Hugo would not have any other ideas as long as he could continue his research.

But now, his life was threatened.

Philosopher Hugo appeared tough on the surface, not saying a word, and even using his eyes to explore Qi Shan's true identity, but in his heart, he began to weigh the situation.

Suddenly, sirens blared outside. Several off-road police cars with bumpers crashed into the iron gate of Arkham Asylum and rushed directly into the courtyard of the asylum with a large number of police officers.

A large number of police officers poured out quickly, occupying all entrances and exits, and the outer perimeter began to set up a simple defensive line. The command vehicle was hidden far behind, communicating in real time with the front-line team through monitors, wireless communication devices, and other modern equipment, conveying and implementing orders.

At this time, Harvey and Jim also rushed out of the big hole covered in dust, still holding their small pistols firmly, pointing their guns at Qi Shan's back.

Harvey shouted loudly: “You bastard, put your hands up! If you dare to make an extra move, I’ll send you to see God with a bullet.

No, how could someone like you see God? You should go to hell!”

Jim Gordon looked serious, his small pistol always aimed at the back of Qi Shan's head. The accidental exchange of fire just now had already made them realize that the clothes the other party was wearing were not simple. From the surface, it only had some metallic reflections, which was nothing strange, but while reflecting light, it still had the defensive power of steel plates, which was worthy of vigilance!

What the hell is this!

Jim shouted loudly: “Surrender, don’t resist anymore. I know you are very skilled and can easily deal with the two guns in my and Harvey's hands, but now, you are facing an entire police riot squad. They are wearing the most advanced bulletproof vests.

And they have heavy firepower. Even if your strange clothes can block bullets, how many can they block?

Your best way out is to kneel down immediately, raise your hands, and don't make any suspicious movements!”

The two people next to him were clamoring to steal the show, but the two protagonists in the middle didn't even react at all.

As long as the Revenge Foundation's sign is a success this time, I believe that many wealthy people who are interested in this will come to inquire.

Everyone will die eventually. Standing on the pyramid of human social structure, although they can occupy more resources, they also attract more hatred.

Everyone can accept dying in their sleep, but accidents always accompany life, especially when encountering vendettas and dying suddenly, leaving a lot of property to others, which is unacceptable!

At this time, the Revenge Foundation comes in handy. Although they cannot take revenge and revive, they can drag the enemy into hell together, which is also possible!

Of course, these are all things for later.

Qi Shan asked twice in a row, but Philosopher Hugo did not answer at all. After the second question, Hugo even showed a contemptuous smile on his face, as if he thought Qi Shan would not dare to hurt him at all.

With a howl of a wolf, Qi Shan pulled out a kukri from behind and directly chopped off Hugo's left shoulder along with his entire arm. The arm flew in the air, blood spurted out, instantly staining the ground red.

Jim and the two were shocked and fired without hesitation. The bullets hit Qi Shan's body with a bang, and besides splashing out a trace of sparks, it didn't have any effect at all, and couldn't even leave a trace on his clothes.

Jim had just come down from the battlefield after all, remembering that he was now a policeman, so even if he fired, he couldn't kill the opponent, but Harvey was already an old hand. In a port city like Gotham where gangs are rampant, killing people is commonplace.

So Harvey's gun was always aimed at Qi Shan's vital points, and almost every bullet could hit his head, but it still had no effect.

“Damn it, is this guy even human? He can even bulletproof his face!” The two men fired all their bullets, and seeing that Qi Shan didn't react at all, and even didn't bother to look at them, the two men felt aggrieved and at the same time began to sink down faintly.

Footsteps were chaotic outside, and a large number of police officers began to pour into the building.

Hugo's loud screams were like a lighthouse in the fog, pointing the way for all the police officers.

Qi Shan had no interest in paying attention to their little tricks. After chopping off the other party's arm, Qi Shan's face did not change at all, he just stretched out his foot and stepped on Hugo's back, and asked the question again: “Who are the members of the Court of Owls? Give me a name!”