American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The first major meeting officially ended, and although no one explicitly stated it, a faint intention to cooperate was evident.

They all mingled in New York, ostensibly keeping to themselves, with each gang playing in its own territory, but in reality, they all had business dealings in secret.

It's just that these gangs were all roughly the same size, and no one was willing to submit to another, so there wasn't a figure who could hold the line, and thus no black gang alliance similar to the one under Kingpin was formed.

After this collaboration, the overall New York gang alliance can be said to have taken its initial shape.

Stepping out of the bustling boxing gym, what appeared in front of them was a massive array of luxury cars. A line of vehicles blatantly occupied the entire street, attracting many onlookers.

The bosses didn't exchange words, and each led their people away.

When Martin got into the car, he turned his head and looked back with a deep, icy gaze.

Compared to their ostentation, Kingpin was much more low-key. A black Maybach smoothly drove over.

The lawyer smiled and walked up to Qishan.

"Mr. Mike Qi, the boss sends his regards! He expresses his admiration for the power under your command. If there's a chance, perhaps you could come and take a look here."

As he spoke, the lawyer took out a business card and handed it over.

Daredevil took it, glanced at it, and put it away.

Qishan smiled faintly: "I'm also very curious about Mr. Fisk. If there's a chance, I'll go!"

"Then…"

The lawyer smiled, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to leave.

After he walked away, Daredevil said: "Boss, it's the Allied Real Estate Company. I've been investigating this matter for some time. It seems that several gangs in Hell's Kitchen have joined forces. I suspect they have something big planned!"

Qishan nodded without saying anything.

What big plan? It's just digging up Black Sky!

Qishan didn't care what the Hand was up to. As long as he got through the upcoming disaster, what did a few dead people matter?

The civilians in the super-hero world are just fated this way; there's no way to avoid it.

It's better to spend that time researching the Soul Rest Pill and cybernetic bodies. With Miss Fortune not by my side, it's really not easy to get a hundred gunmen.

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Back in Brooklyn, the auto repair shop was brightly lit.

On the street in front of the gate, hundreds of meters were filled with all kinds of extravagantly styled motorcycles.

Two or three guards stood at the intersection, some with cold expressions, unsmiling, and others looking apprehensive, as if uneasy.

The convoy turned in and stopped at the gate.

Inside the auto repair shop, a child wearing a camouflage jumpsuit ran out and took the lead in opening the car door.

"Boss!"

Qishan got out of the car, looked at Matthew in front of him, and chuckled: "Accepting them all?"

"The things you ordered have been taken care of," Matthew nodded: "The corpses have all been transported to the basement. Dr. Gero said he would handle them. A few unlucky guys who survived by chance were also sent over, and the doctor is very satisfied."

Qishan nodded and pointed to the surroundings: "What's going on with these people?"

"They are all well-informed marginal people who heard about tonight's events and came to try their luck. I told Dr. Gero, and the doctor believes that we should continue to have eyes and ears, so he told people to take them in.

The number is only forty or so, but more are coming one after another. Breaking through one hundred before tomorrow morning shouldn't be a problem."

Qishan said indifferently: "You can handle these things yourself. Tomorrow, send someone to the Maggia gang. There's a one hundred million dollar bill to collect!"

"Okay!"

Matthew nodded calmly.

He now has no feeling for money at all. Whether it's one hundred million dollars or ten billion dollars, it's not as important as Qishan's approval.

Anyone who knows him would have their eyes pop out.

This is completely two different people.

Walking into the auto repair shop, his figure flashed, and he disappeared with Number Sixteen and Daredevil.

In the Spirit Particle Space, Dr. Gero was intently modifying data in front of the computer.

Not far in front of him were two experimental platforms, each with a man and a woman lying on them.

Both were in a state of unconsciousness, covered only with simple sheets, surrounded by a circle of Spirit Particle light, which looked quite dazzling.

With a flash, Qishan and the others appeared in the laboratory.

"Boss!"

Dr. Gero greeted them without even raising his head.

"Mm!"

Qishan glanced at the experimental platform, his eyebrows slightly raised. "What? Didn't you choose twins for this time's Number Seventeen and Number Eighteen?"

"There are no suitable experimental subjects!"

Dr. Gero said: "I checked the DNA data of everyone, and only a pair of sisters barely meet the requirements, but unfortunately, the data of the Caucasian race cannot match the original Number Seventeen and Number Eighteen data, and there are many places that need to be adjusted. And even if it is finally formed, the combat power can only exert one-third.

Boss, I need Asian materials!"

Qishan nodded: "I'll think of a way. When can the new Number Seventeen and Number Eighteen be used?"

"About twelve more hours!"

Qishan nodded, turned and walked out.

In the Spirit Particle Space, Qishan is God, and there is no need for guards at all.

Number Sixteen and Daredevil also dispersed, free to move around.

Qishan opened a door in a special location in the temple, leading to the previous basement space, from where he could go out.

So if needed, people in the Spirit Particle Space can freely enter and exit.

The temple style is the same as in Dragon Ball, but the area is many times larger.

Even though the temple building only occupies a corner of the large platform, it is still very wide.

Qishan's laboratory and private residence are located in the very center, and more than 80% of the items are Spirit Particle creations.

Here, apart from the necessary food and living things, Qishan can create anything.

Of course, the premise is to fully understand the principle and structure of the startup.

Standing in the empty laboratory, Qishan stretched out his right hand and slowly opened his palm. A golden Spirit Particle bean emerged, followed by a second and a third. A large number of golden beans poured out frantically, filling the entire palm and then scattered on the ground with a crackling sound.

These things are the soul beans of the unlucky Biker Gang members.

Useless impurities have been removed, and the rest is pure soul energy. As long as Qishan is willing, he can crush them at any time and turn them into new Spirit Particles.

Qishan's expression was strange: "Is this considered snatching souls from Hell?"

During the previous battle with the Biker Gang, Qishan discovered that whenever one of them died, a soul would inevitably be uncontrollably drawn into his body.

It seems that as long as it is within a certain range around Qishan, the soul, like following gravity, will automatically throw itself into Qishan's arms.

It was precisely because of this that Qishan agreed to join Madame Viper's team without hesitation.

Otherwise, how could a mere one hundred million dollars be enough to hire Qishan?

Spirit Particles are the key.