American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Fishbone Bar.

Mama Fish, dressed in luxurious attire, crossed her legs and held a glass of decades-old vintage wine, appreciating the performance of the elderly jazz band on stage.

For her, this was already a part of life.

The burly Butch sat opposite her, eloquently recounting the intelligence he had gathered.

"Feith, you should have seen Falcone's face. Almost two million in revenue over two weeks, wiped out in one go! That's not even the most important thing. Rumor has it that the payroll list was taken by Romani's people!"

Mama Fish narrowed her eyes. "The payroll list? So that's it. No wonder Falcone was so furious last night. Honestly, it's the first time I've seen him kill Russians just on suspicion. Heh, that's Falcone for you!"

Butch said, "He's already suspicious. Should we...?"

"Don't act rashly. Never underestimate Falcone, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

At that moment, a subordinate hurried over and whispered a few words in her ear.

Mama Fish raised an eyebrow. "A cop is looking for me? That's a rare thing. Invite him in. I must invite him in for a look!"

The subordinate hurried out.

A moment later, Qi Shan led Sophia in, walking slowly.

Mama Fish stood up with a smile. "Rare, rare indeed. A police officer gracing my place in broad daylight. I'm pleasantly surprised. Well, what i do for you?"

Qi Shan nodded. "It's nothing. Feith Mooney is famous. I've heard of you for a long time but never had the chance to meet. I just happened to be passing by today and heard the proprietress was here, so I came in to take a look."

"Oh, now that you've seen me, what's your advice?"

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. In my impression, Feith Mooney should be a bit more powerful."

"Heh, what should I say then? Sorry to disappoint you?" Feith sneered, the smile instantly vanishing from her face.

"Listen, kid, I don't have time to deal with you. Hasn't anyone told you that cops aren't welcome here?"

"Whether you welcome me or not is your business. It has nothing to do with me. I came to tell you some news!"

"Oh? What is it?" Mama Fish glared.

"Perhaps, with your intelligence channels, you've already heard about it. Gotham has some new friends recently. They seem very interested in the death of the Waynes and are taking revenge on everyone involved in the name of the Vengeance Foundation.

Sophia clenched her small hands, her face flushed with anger.

Someone from the streets dared to talk to a police officer like that? Is there no law?

Qi Shan didn't react much. He still said, "This is Gotham!"

"You don't even know Sionis? Interesting! Alright, since you don't know, then I'll tell you something more practical."

Qi Shan stepped forward, looking down at Mama Fish.

"Jim Gordon killed that unlucky guy to solve the case. That should have been your arrangement, right?

I know, I know. You don't need to rush to deny it. This matter has nothing to do with me. You're the one in trouble!

Let me guess, the person who gave you this order was Falcone, right? Do you think that, under the current circumstances, even with Falcone's identity and status, can he escape unscathed in this chaos?"

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Mama Fish was a little unsure of Qi Shan's intentions.

At first, she thought Qi Shan was just a fledgling cop who, after running out of leads, was directed to her.

Similar things had happened a lot over the years. She was happy to do the police a small favor. Usually, it was just checking the address of a group of robbers or a few thieves. Such insignificant people were as numerous as hairs in Gotham City. It was too cost-effective to exchange them for the friendship of a police officer.

For them, the police were always an insurmountable obstacle. Who knew when the wind would change above.

If they could find a few friends in advance to tip them off, or simply act from the inside, some things would be much easier to solve.

Even Butch was using this method, obviously learning it from her.

However, after a brief conversation, Mama Fish clearly felt something was wrong. Whether it was the expression or tone of this person's voice, there was always a faint sense of superiority, and this tone would involuntarily remind her of Falcone.

He was the person she hated the most!

"The Wayne's murder case runs deep, involving multiple forces. Falcone and Romani are just a small, insignificant part of it. Behind them, there is a behemoth hidden beneath the surface, even possessing their forces within Wayne Enterprises.

You've been entrenched here for many years, so you should be able to vaguely sense something, right? That's right, it's that looming shadow.

And the Vengeance Foundation is going after that shadow. When two major forces collide, the biggest losses are the small forces caught in the middle, or some minor details, insignificant small characters, like you!"

Mama Fish said angrily, "If you're here to provoke me, then congratulations, you've succeeded. You've indeed angered me! I'll have someone teach you the rules today, what kind of attitude you should use when talking to someone you can't afford to offend!"

Before she finished speaking, a circle of black suits stood up.

Sophia was nervous, but Qi Shan had no expression at all, still calmly looking at Mama Fish: "If the Vengeance Foundation extends an olive branch to you at this time, what would you choose?"

"Wait a minute!"

Mama Fish quickly waved her hand, and the surrounding men in black immediately stopped.

"What do you mean?"

"My meaning has been expressed very clearly. I don't want to repeat it again. Now, get us two vodkas, no ice, and no lemon slices. We'll sit over there and wait for a while. Remember to give me an answer in ten minutes!

By the way, while you're weighing the pros and cons, don't let your subordinates be idle. Help me find the Red Hood's current location. They've been making too much noise recently and need to be taught a lesson!"

After speaking, Qi Shan turned around and led Sophia to a booth, raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the bartender, pointing to the clean table—bring the drinks!