American Comics: BOSS Invasion

During Jim's investigation, the old man's wife came to the police station, still on the verge of collapse.

Her husband's death was like the sky falling; she lost her pillar of support and had no direction in life.

The old woman remained immersed in grief and couldn't believe the police's conclusion of suicide. She kept repeating, not understanding why her husband would suddenly commit suicide. He was fine when he left in the morning, even saying he would bring back a fish to grill for dinner.

Jim watched silently, his heart filled with anger, but he chose not to step forward.

Many colleagues actively went to comfort the old woman.

They weren't entirely bad people, just ordinary people who were afraid and succumbed to evil forces. Jim was a good person, but being good also meant being weak and easily bullied.

Even if he said nothing, Jim wouldn't blame him. But if he said anything and Robert found out, he would face endless punishment.

The cost and benefit weren't equal; no one was a fool.

Qi Shan's words might have been incredibly persuasive under the influence of his superpower, but once the power was withdrawn, they gradually came to their senses.

Although Qi Shan only mentioned a small possibility, the Revenge Foundation had indeed left a deep impression on them because the deaths of the Waynes had resulted in Gotham City losing thousands of lives.

And these weren't the lives of ordinary people. Even big shots like Romani and Falcone, down to the street thugs and killers, were raked over from top to bottom by the Revenge Foundation. Now, Gotham City seemed to have fresher air.

Better safe than sorry. The old woman in front of them, in her dress, demeanor, and actions, exuded elegance, clearly having received a good upbringing. And the old man's previous actions indicated that he once had a complete social feedback mechanism, meaning society had given him all positive feedback, proving he had made many contributions, possibly even being a big shot in his youth.

No one could be 100% sure he didn't have a contract with the Revenge Foundation.

The chaos caused by the Waynes had just passed. If this old man summoned them again, they wouldn't have it easy either. They hoped the Revenge Foundation would see them as innocent, cowardly fools who were caught in the crossfire and not bother them.

Otherwise, life would be unbearable!

Thus, the old woman received a warm welcome. From the moment she arrived at the police station until she left, someone was by her side. Jim watched coldly, fully aware of his colleagues' nature and thoughts.

Qi Shan only slightly influenced everyone's emotions and didn't interfere much in the case. Despite being a sudden event, it wasn't considered strange in the Gotham Police Department.

When the police in the police station had become heads of underground forces...

There was nothing more to say.

If it were before, Qi Shan would have personally taken action, using the name of the Revenge Foundation to transform the liquid metal into a shape, or simply synthesize a liquid metal robot to carry out a Terminator-style assassination.

But now that he had a defective Devil Fruit, Qi Shan had some new ideas.

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At night, Qi Shan appeared in a gathering place for homeless children in the suburbs.

At least their clothes were clean.

The government occasionally provided relief, distributing food and clean clothes as a token gesture, giving these homeless children a glimmer of hope.

If Qi Shan wanted to, he could probably find the famous Catwoman here. Among the homeless children, Catwoman was a celebrity. She was a loner, never forming gangs. With her thieving skills, she not only kept herself healthy and well-nourished but even had spare money to buy miscellaneous items.

She often managed to get valuable things to sell, which the other homeless children envied.

However, Qi Shan didn't have this idea. Catwoman hadn't fully grown up yet, and there was no value in contacting her at this time.

He went straight to a corner and said to a black child who was hugging his knees and immersed in his own world:

"John, your grandfather is dead!"

The black child looked up, with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and helplessness.

Someone next to him laughed out loud: "What are you talking about? This guy isn't called John, that's a common name. He used to be called Black Henny, now he's called Black Panther. Don't let him look weak, he's got a lot of muscles. He charges headfirst into fights, using himself as a tank.

I suggest you don't come looking for trouble and leave quickly!"

Qi Shan ignored him and said calmly: "Your grandfather was killed in the police station this morning. The murderer used an ice pick, piercing his heart from behind!

But the police determined it was suicide, and after processing, handed the body over to your grandmother!"

"Who are you?" Black Panther asked suddenly after a moment of silence, his eyes dull.

He was small, but his voice was deep, like a strong man.

"I'm just a passerby with some ideas!"

Qi Shan clapped his hands and said: "I know your past. I know that you lost part of your memory due to a car accident and became a homeless child after your parents died and left behind high medical bills.

But what you don't know is that after your family's tragedy, your grandfather and grandmother moved to Gotham from elsewhere.

They always believed you weren't dead. Even though the police issued a death certificate, they still lived a hard life in this chaotic city, hoping that one day you would suddenly appear before them, proving that you had grown up well!"

Black Panther was silent. The little guy who had just spoken was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Black Panther, then at Qi Shan, and wisely shut his mouth.

"Since things have come to this, there's no use saying more. I'll just say a few simple things. First, your grandfather died a violent death. Do you want revenge? Second, if you want revenge, I can give you power! Third, there are restrictions on using this power!

So, what are your thoughts?"