American Comics: BOSS Invasion

That night, Gotham City was exceptionally brilliant and beautiful.

From Falcone's manor turning into a giant firework, to Romanie's villa becoming a torch, the entire Gotham City underworld was buzzing with excitement.

In just a few minutes, the news of Romanie and Falcone being sent to the afterlife simultaneously had spread throughout the entire Gotham City underworld.

While shocked by this news, people also vaguely guessed who was behind it. Actually, it was easy to guess. The most active group in Gotham recently was the Revenge Foundation, and the Gentleman Killer, affiliated with the Revenge Foundation, loved to use big explosions to solve everything in one fell swoop.

However, after the initial shock, the greed for power vacuum and the desire for territory would surge again, quickly suppressing the fear of the Revenge Foundation.

For the upper class, they might breathe a sigh of relief, but for the ambitious people in the underworld...

Gotham City with a power vacuum was like a hunting ground with free entry. This kind of game where you earn what you grab hadn't been seen for many years.

Under the shock of the stimulating news that the two gang leaders had gone to heaven at the same time, Mayor James's silent death in his own villa didn't even cause a stir.

Even the media, who feared nothing more than a peaceful world, tacitly played dumb, throwing all the pressure on the Gotham City Police Department.

They were afraid that even a slight involvement would attract the crazy Gentleman Killer. After all, they had to live their lives too. It was right to pursue news frantically, but it wasn't worth risking their lives for it. Now, it wasn't clear whether these guys from the Revenge Foundation would obediently retreat after taking down these two big shots.

During the bounty hunters' entire attack process, they also encountered tenacious resistance. These killers from the private sector were of varying quality, and some casualties were inevitable.

After all, the Court of Owls wasn't to be trifled with. The Talons serving under them were all tricky guys.

Unfortunately, even if these guys possessed absolute immortality, it was nothing to Qi Shan.

He didn't even need to take action himself. He only needed to throw out the liquid metal, covering these strange killers, and after a few short seconds, they would turn into a puddle of rotten mud.

The reason why the Talons couldn't be killed was because they possessed a very low concentration of the fifth element metal, Dionysium, in their bodies. It was with the help of this magical metal that they were able to possess such perverted abilities.

Liquid metal feeds on metal.

Even if Dionysium had heaven-defying effects, it was just food in front of liquid metal.

It could even be said that Qi Shan's fifty percent reason for targeting the Court of Owls from the start was for Dionysium. The special nature of liquid metal allowed it to completely simulate the immortality of any metal it consumed, making it one of the best in the myriad worlds.

Ordinary humans whose bodies were injected with high concentrations of Dionysium couldn't detect this metal in their bodies at all before encountering fatal injuries, nor did it have any other effects. Once it detected that the host was in a state of death, whether it was physical aging or fatal injuries, Dionysium would automatically activate, playing a completely reversing role.

In a parallel dimension of Gotham City, the mad Joker once fused with a high concentration of Dionysium, eventually becoming the immortal Joker, almost becoming Batman's nightmare.

The reason why the Court of Owls had the confidence to hide in the dark and still firmly control the entire Gotham City was because Dionysium was at play.

When money reached a certain amount, what they pursued was that unique feeling. Being high above was too vulgar. Immortality was just right. If they could permanently grasp a little insignificant power in the process of immortality, such as being able to arbitrarily control a city, the life experience and life and death of any human being, that would be even better!

That's what they thought, and obviously that's what they did, and they were very successful.

It's just a pity that Qi Shan only encountered one Talon from beginning to end.

After quickly killing this guy, the Court of Owls seemed to disappear out of thin air. They no longer sent out any resisting forces, as if they had completely given up resistance and become prisoners at the mercy of the enemy.

Even after Gao Ning attacked several big shots, it still had no effect.

Under normal circumstances, with Richard Sionis's identity and status, he would inevitably be noticed by the Court of Owls and drawn into their ranks.

But this time, they gave up very simply. Perhaps after careful intelligence analysis, they discovered that, in the situation where the Talons they relied on were completely ineffective, there was no way to compete with the Revenge Foundation.

So, naturally, they would implement a comprehensive contraction plan, trying to preserve their strength as much as possible. Of course, in this process, if any unlucky person exposed themselves and was then killed by the Revenge Foundation, then you could only blame yourself for being unlucky. We won't come out to save you.

On the bounty hunter side, they were still expressing an attitude of resistance, occasionally sending out a professional mercenary force to clear out some bounty hunters, letting these guys know that even if the Court of Owls was at a disadvantage in the struggle, it was still not an existence that these garbage could touch.

Even so, it still didn't stop the enthusiasm of the bounty hunters. The number of deaths was gradually increasing, and occasionally there would be scenes of counter-kills.

This was thanks to Alice's Bounty Algorithm. Once it was discovered that a certain target's assassination attempts would fail several times in a row, and the bounty hunters were annihilated, then the target's bounty would rise accordingly.

Higher rewards meant greater temptation, stronger gangs, and more power.

Naturally, it was even more difficult to deal with!

It didn't matter if you couldn't kill them once, there would be a second, third, or fourth time. Each time would be more intense and more difficult to deal with than the last.

As long as you were still alive, you could never escape the fate of being hunted with a bounty. Death was the inevitable result. Even if you tried your best, you were only delaying the time.

This kind of attitude made many people shudder. It was this sense of fear that made the Revenge Foundation successful.

However, Qi Shan's fearlessness and high-profile killing methods also impressed many. Wealthy individuals were particularly appreciative, and several had recently contacted the Revenge Foundation to inquire about its operations, seeking to place their own orders.

The Revenge Foundation's operational model couldn't help clients grow stronger, but it served as an absolute nuclear deterrent that couldn't be ignored.

After the Wayne couple's revenge, the Revenge Foundation, which had turned Gotham City upside down, was at the peak of its deterrent power. By leveraging this power, they could gain greater benefits in Gotham and effectively ensure their safety.

It was a joke. Even the Court of Owls, hidden in the shadows, couldn't stand against the Foundation. Who would dare risk their lives to kill their clients, unafraid of having their entire clan wiped out?

Thinking about the explosion at Falcone Manor and the fire at Romani's villa, many felt a chill run down their spines.

At the Fishbone Bar, Mama Fish put down the phone, her expression unusually vibrant.

Butch stared blankly at the long-legged girl dancing on stage, occasionally letting out a simple-minded chuckle.

This fatty was a very straightforward person. He was strong and, although his combat ability wasn't very high, he was extremely resistant to beatings. Getting pummeled by three or five people was like eating candy beans to him. At most, he'd lie on the ground for a little while, and then he'd be fine.

Since following Mama Fish, Butch had been loyal and steadfast, firmly occupying the second-in-command position and helping Mama Fish handle many troublesome matters.

This wasn't his true nature. Since he had already chosen this path, replacing her and becoming a major player was his only goal. However, he knew Mama Fish's true aim was to overthrow Falcone, eliminate Romani, and become the only Godfather in the city.

Butch's goals weren't so grand. He also believed that with Mama Fish's ferocity and intelligence, she would one day be able to achieve this goal. And when that time came, the Fishbone Bar and Mama Fish's current sphere of influence would naturally be his.

What he hadn't expected was that Falcone would leave the world in such a ridiculous way.

This girl seems to be new here. Where is she from? Romania, that's right, Romania. It seems like there have been a lot of girls from there recently, but it's rare to see one of such high quality. I have to have an in-depth conversation with her tonight. I'm such a warm-hearted gentleman!

Butch licked his lips, a strange smile on his face as he stared at the girl on stage.

The girl instinctively shivered, her dance moves faltering slightly, but she quickly reacted and caught up.

If it were normal times, Mama Fish would definitely hug Butch's big head and tell him not to mess around in her bar. If he needed it, she would bring the girl directly to his room after the performance.

But now, she didn't have the mood for that.

Things were too sudden, really too sudden!

Although that person had revealed this information more than two weeks ago, she hadn't taken it to heart at the time. She had always believed that the so-called Revenge Foundation was just a fleeting gang. Maybe they could kill a few people, maybe they could create a small-scale chaos, but to really shake someone of Falcone's level was almost impossible.

But now...

Mama Fish took a deep breath, quickly organizing potentially useful information in her mind. Various relationships, intelligence, and past favors all surfaced at this moment, clearer than ever before.

The Revenge Foundation was only for revenge. They had no designs on Gotham City, whether it was for order or for darkness, it made no difference to them.

But it was different for her. This was where her dreams lay.

And now, the biggest obstacle had been removed. All she needed to do was take over this territory as soon as possible, but it was too sudden, her preparations were insufficient, and she lacked strength.

Even so, she had to act. If she didn't act now, she would probably lose the opportunity when she wanted to act again!

There were countless people eager for the fat of Gotham City.

Damn it, I should have prepared earlier!

Mama Fish's eyes were filled with excitement and resentment. She slammed her hand heavily on the table and roared, "Butch, get your damn eyes off her. Today is not the time for enjoyment. We have things to do!"

Butch was stunned for a moment, turning his head with a blank expression.

"Falcone is dead. As I guessed before, he has inextricable links to the murder of the Wayne couple. The Revenge Foundation may be investigating information in this regard.

In any case, Falcone and his manor are now in ruins. The same goes for Romani.

Now the entire underworld is in chaos. As long as they have a little power, they are ready to make trouble.

Our actions can't be slow either. Gather your men and attack the Russians next! His arms business is a shortcut to making money, with two to three million dollars every week. I've been coveting it for a long time, but Falcone has been suppressing me, preventing me from moving.

Today, we will teach him a lesson!"

Butch asked strangely, "Fish, I didn't hear you wrong, did I? Who are you going to deal with? The Russians? Isn't he your lover?"

"Bullshit lover, just a tool in bed, or rather, a tool with comparable status that is easier to win over.

In short, this guy is useless. Get rid of him for me!"

Mama Fish's mouth cracked open, revealing her sharp, jagged little teeth.

This smile, illuminated by the deliberately applied heavy makeup, looked particularly terrifying. Butch was slightly stunned for a moment, and his mouth gradually widened into a grin.

"No problem, I've been disliking this guy for a long time. I'll definitely chop off his head today!"

Butch suddenly stood up, like a giant bear, and strode out. In the shadowy corners of the bar, more than a dozen strong men silently emerged. These guys, similarly dressed in suits and equally taciturn, lined up neatly and silently followed Butch out.

Mama Fish turned to look at the dance that was still going on on stage. She clapped her hands gently and smiled, "Girls, change to a more exciting song, like 'Night of Slaughter!'

Oh, God, I suddenly realized I really like this name!"

At the same time, on another street, the Penguin, who managed Romani's restaurant, also showed the same expression.

He stood strangely in the kitchen area, staring at the restaurant outside, and couldn't help but puff out noises, as if trying hard to suppress but unable to hold back his laughter.

"It really happened! You guys from the Revenge Foundation, thank you so much! After tonight, the Penguin will rise!"