American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Late at night, Police Inspector Billy Cranston walked out of a bar.

He had caught a thief this afternoon and beaten him hard for an entire afternoon, thinking he would get a good haul, but who knew the guy didn't have a damn thing saved up? Just another bum who was broke one minute and rich the next, living worse than a salaried worker.

Having worked up a sweat without any gain, Billy felt a bellyful of anger building up. He ran to the bar before even getting off work, just waiting to grab a couple of clueless drunks, beat them up good, and snatch some money to make up for the loss.

Unfortunately, it was a student-themed party tonight. After hanging around for a while, he couldn't find a worthwhile target. Seeing that it was getting late, Billy had no choice but to leave, swallowing his bad temper for the day.

Just as he stepped out of the bar, a well-dressed black elite walked towards him.

"Mr. Billy Cranston!"

Billy turned his head: "Who are you?"

The black man slightly raised his hands, indicating that he was completely harmless, and smiled: "I'm just an insignificant citizen, Inspector. You may not remember, but I and my family are sincerely grateful for what happened last year!"

So, he just ran into an acquaintance?

Billy relaxed slightly. "Is that so? Sorry, I handled too many cases last year. I can't quite recall for a moment, but I'm sure I've met you before. What's your name again?"

"You can call me Gladwell, sir. Just a nobody. I just wanted to express my gratitude. I specially made a little something to give you, hoping it will show a little of my appreciation. Although it's not worth much money, it's very creative! Please wait a moment!"

The black man gestured and slowly put down the package in his hand, fumbling out two special steel pipes from it. The black man connected them together, forming something similar to a flute.

Then he handed it directly to the police inspector and said, "Inspector, please take a look! This is it. I made it myself."

Billy curiously took it and looked it over, unable to tell what it was.

"What is this thing for?"

"Look, you can look inside from here. Just stick it to your eye. The things inside are very special. I guarantee you'll be satisfied after you see it!"

The black man's expression was slightly expectant, like a student handing in homework waiting for the teacher's praise.

Billy glanced at him, seeing that the black man's whole body was loose and relaxed, and coupled with a bit of curiosity in his heart, he lowered his guard. Under his direction, he slowly brought his eye closer to the steel pipe.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a metal buckle touching. With a whoosh, cones more than a foot long suddenly emerged from both ends of the flute.

Caught off guard, Billy's brain was instantly pierced, and his whole body stiffened.

The smile on the black man's face slowly disappeared: "You see, it's very magical, isn't it?"

Billy couldn't stand and fell to the ground, clutching the long nails!

He found the right time, chose the right location, and even saw the murderer approaching with his own eyes, prepared the most suitable weapon, but still failed.

Too sudden!

Jim never imagined that the killer would approach so openly, like an ordinary acquaintance, and then suddenly strike while talking!

He closed his eyes in regret, but unfortunately, things had already happened. Billy's life was already irretrievable, so he must catch the killer!

Therefore, the moment he realized that Billy was dead, Jim shot directly.

Unfortunately, due to being emotionally agitated, he was still a bit off.

But he had already forced him into a corner, and the other party couldn't run away... What?

Before the thought could turn, the car actually started, and with a slam of the accelerator, the tires rubbed out a lot of smoke, and the car drilled out like a bullet.

Jim repeatedly pulled the trigger, trying to force the car to stop, but other than putting a series of bullet holes in the car body, there was no effect.

Inside the car, the black man sat in the passenger seat, his whole body lying inside, and his two hands cooperated up and down, controlling the car, always keeping his head down, not leaving any skin exposed.

This is the standard escape mode. Even if encountering a large-scale police pursuit, driving like this might still break through.

Unfortunately, Jim was not the only one staring at Billy. The black man could escape one, but he would definitely not escape the second.

At the intersection, a tanker truck suddenly rushed out and accurately hit the side of the car.

The car was immediately knocked away horizontally like a ball.

It rolled several times in the air, heavily hitting the wall of a building, writing off the glass of several nearby shops.

The car creaked a few times and then crashed down, facing down, looking like a turtle flipped on its back.

With a piercing screech, the tanker truck stopped abruptly, its four wheels gripping the ground, dragging out tire marks of more than ten meters, disappearing from Jim's sight.

Damn it!

He cursed in a low voice, knowing that now was not the time to dwell on this, he had to rush over immediately.

Immediately, he quickly disassembled the sniper rifle.

On the other side, at the intersection, the tanker truck stopped abruptly, the door was pushed open, and a person jumped down.

A silver metal-style English gentleman, completely out of place with the scene in front of him, but at this time, no one would care about these.

Qi Shan twisted his neck, looking around somewhat lazily.

At this time, there were not many people on the street anymore.

Especially with this kind of trouble, even if someone saw it, they would pretend they didn't, for fear of getting into trouble themselves.

So, Qi Shan didn't need to consider other people either.

Qi Shan had long known what Jim was doing, and also knew his location tonight, and he didn't interfere with him.

He thought that with his protagonist halo, having made up his mind to investigate the case, there would definitely be powerful changes.

Anyway, his target was the Court of Owls. They had a large force and numerous personnel. A complete cleanup could not be done overnight. Sooner or later didn't matter.

He thought he could gain something, but who knew it was useless at all? He could even let a small killer take out the target he had been staring at, which was really speechless.

In that case, he had to make an appearance.

So, the scene a few minutes ago happened.

He still had to rely on himself.

With a bang, the deformed car door was kicked open, and the blood-covered and injured black man crawled out with difficulty, still firmly grasping that unique weapon in his hand.

What does this mean? As a swordsman, he can't let go of his sword?

Forget it!

Qi Shan was too lazy to pay attention. He took a step forward and stepped on the black man's back, saying lightly: "I know you are a lone wolf, with principles and beliefs, but these things are worthless in the face of life. Tell me, who is your employer? I'll give you a way out!"