American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Outside the gates of Falcone's manor in the suburbs, a tanker truck suddenly burst out. The truck seemed to have gone mad, treating the nearby hall as a red cape in the hands of a matador. The driver floored the accelerator, and the violent collision instantly turned the large iron gate into a projectile, sending it flying out.

The instantaneous impact not only tore down the steel bars and brick walls on both sides of the iron gate but even swept in the nearby guardhouse.

The tanker truck roared past, and two unlucky guards on duty were sent flying more than ten meters away in their sleep, like gourds about to turn into ghosts, landing directly in a muddy pool. One of them landed headfirst and died instantly. The other, whether lucky or unlucky, directly hit his lumbar spine. The intense pain instantly woke him up, and his shrill screams pierced the long night.

This seemed to be a unique alarm, instantly awakening Falcone's manor. A large number of guards rushed out from all directions, dressed in their own unique styles, but all armed with weapons!

Facts have proven that infantry is never a match for cavalry. Although it cannot be compared with a tank, a charging tanker truck is still not something that a few small handguns can stop.

Frank, the leader, was about to open fire when he suddenly saw the flammable symbols sprayed on the tanker truck.

He instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He kicked away a subordinate next to him who was holding a single-soldier rocket launcher and shouted loudly, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! The tanker truck is full of flammable and explosive materials! A little spark and we're all done for!"

Facts have proven that experienced people are extraordinary. They quickly judged the situation based on the momentum of the incoming vehicle and the faint smell of gasoline lingering in the air.

Inside the truck's cab, Qi Shan and three teenagers sat side by side, their seat belts unable to bring any sense of security to the three teenagers.

Poison Ivy, Ivy, naturally had a poker face. Even in such a dangerous situation, there was still no expression of fear on her face. The other two little guys didn't have this composure. Their faces were pale with fright. Even the special feelings that the Catwoman had for Qi Shan had long since disappeared, replaced by regret and fear.

On the contrary, Bruce Wayne became strong at this time. Although his face was pale and his body was shaking uncontrollably, he still forced himself to widen his eyes, as if trying to find his footing in extreme fear.

Regardless of the reactions of these three little guys, Qi Shan's decision could not be changed. He floored the accelerator, and the tanker truck crashed head-on into Falcone's villa. A large amount of metallic liquid suddenly surged up beneath his feet, instantly enveloping the interior of the cab. At the same time, Qi Shan pressed the switch in his hand, and a spark flashed in the tanker truck behind him. After a few seconds of silence, it exploded violently.

The power of a mixture of more than twenty tons of gasoline and nitroglycerin was not as great as plastic explosives, but it was much stronger than black powder. Such a large amount of explosives, and the explosion position in the center of the villa, the shock wave and the firelight emitted by the explosion instantly engulfed the entire villa.

Despair filled Frank's eyes as he shouted, "No—!"

But before the sound could be transmitted, he had already lost consciousness.

Throughout the entire process, Falcone only had time to sit up from the bed in his bedroom, and before he could even call out to ask what was happening, the fire and shock wave from the explosion had already swept over.

The force of the explosion leveled everything in its path; people and buildings alike were pathetically fragile.

A minute later, in the manor that had been destroyed into a white wasteland by the explosion, a silver giant egg was conspicuous and abrupt.

Amidst the lingering smoke, the silver giant egg slowly melted, and liquid metal flowed on the ground, revealing three bewildered faces inside the eggshell.

"What are you still doing there? Prepare for final confirmation!"

Qi Shan shouted, regardless of whether they heard him or not, and walked away directly.

The three looked at each other, glanced at the surrounding ruins, shuddered, and quickly followed.

In such an environment, a silver gentleman with metallic luster all over his body, holding a retro lead bullet gun, advanced alternately in this terrifying battlefield-like ruin, stepping on some kind of wonderful rhythm, as if immersed in a unique background music.

It's not good to have this kind of emotional intelligence. At this time, the symphony of fate is indeed echoing in his mind.

I remember that there was a similar scene in The Professional, where the big villain appeared in this way, and then stepped on the music's beat to shoot people. That part was really gorgeous and terrifying.

Qi Shan suddenly realized that this scene was unusually appropriate.

He was feeling great, but the three little ones behind him felt their scalps tingle and felt extremely terrified.

Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Along the way, as long as he saw any half-dead guys, Qi Shan would not hesitate to give them a bullet.

Arriving at the foundation of the villa, only some ruins remained. The highest wall was less than forty centimeters high. Amidst the charred scars and white marks, Qi Shan found the body of similar build.

Perhaps due to being too close to the explosion, part of the body had been shattered. The upper body was relatively intact, while the lower body was a bloody mess. The skin had been burned away, making it look very terrifying.

Qi Shan shot the body, causing the half-section of the body to shake slightly. Then, he made a gun flourish, holstered his gun, and turned to leave.

"The first mission is complete. We can immediately go to the second destination."

"Wait a minute, are you still planning to use the same method? This will harm too many innocents! We absolutely can't do this!" Bruce Wayne stopped him with red eyes.

Qi Shan paused slightly and looked back at him.

"This is revenge. If you want to have it, you must accept it."

Bruce Wayne stood there blankly, watching Qi Shan's figure gradually disappear, muttering to himself in confusion: "So this is what revenge feels like. Why don't I feel any joy at all? Instead, I feel very heavy inside, as if I'm being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder!"

Catwoman sighed softly. She patted Bruce Wayne on the shoulder: "Once you've made a decision, you should bear the corresponding consequences. To be honest, little boy, you should try to grow up!

This isn't our fault. We just want to survive! Is that too much to ask?"

In Catwoman's opinion, the appearance of the Revenge Foundation was entirely Bruce Wayne's creation. Although he repeatedly denied it, emphasizing that it was a contract signed by his parents before their death, it was clear that even he himself couldn't get over this hurdle.