American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Donuts?" Robert looked astonished. "Did any of you order donuts?"

Several people nearby shook their heads.

"Hey kid, who told you to deliver these?"

"Of course, it was our donut shop's manager. I don't know anything else. If you have any questions, you can ask that fatty directly, or just drag him into the police station. That idiot docked me three dollars last week! He's practically exploiting child labor. Someone should break his legs!"

"Sorry, kid, I can't do anything about that. If you need something, you can go find that fatty on duty up front. Yeah, the one knitting. He might be willing to do you a small favor, but only if you hand over the rest of your wages!"

Several people nearby burst into laughter.

The black kid rolled his eyes, muttered something, and turned to leave.

Robert shrugged, unconcerned. "See? Every time I say that, I save on tips! Bring the donut box over here, let me take a look. There might be a greeting card inside. Frank, do you think it's from that hot babe we met at the bar last night? After last night, she must be missing me like crazy. I bet it's her!"

His companion handed over the donut box. Robert opened it and his eyes lit up. It was the most expensive kind of colorful donuts, twelve of them arranged neatly, each with a different sauce and glaze.

While Robert was looking at the card and sharing the donuts with everyone, the black kid who delivered them had already calmly walked to the entrance of the police station. As he stepped over the threshold, he paused, slowly turned his head to look in Robert's direction, a cold smile rising on his lips, then turned and left.

The next second, the donuts in Robert and his colleagues' hands exploded instantly.

The shockwave was sudden and violent, the flash of light fleeting, but it tore the men into pieces on the spot.

Fragments of corpses were scattered everywhere like flower petals, with bits of flesh falling into every corner of the hall.

Glug. A human head rolled across the floor, it was the disfigured Robert. His mouth was still open, as if he was about to take a bite, but unfortunately, he could no longer eat anything.

The sudden explosion startled everyone in the police station.

They instinctively ducked for cover, and only slowly got up after the dust settled.

The captain, who had been hiding in his office, scrambled out. When he saw the blast marks near Robert's desk, his face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

In fact, given his complexion, even when he was in a good mood, his face wouldn't be very pale, but at this moment, you could still see that his face was somewhat dark.

This was enough to prove that the captain knew Robert's special identity and what he represented.

Jim slowly got up, somewhat dazed, looking in the direction of Robert's position. The floor tiles within a two-meter radius had been blasted into a shallow pit, and the surrounding wooden tables and office equipment had been torn to pieces by the shockwave.

The corpses closer to the blast were slightly more intact, while the corpses further away were more scattered.

A piece of paper slowly floated down from the air. Jim subconsciously grabbed it and took a look, his expression immediately changing.

It was a black card with white trim outlining a small and delicate border. In the middle was only one line of letters, meaning 'Revenge'.

Flipped over to the back, it was signed: Bounty Hunter Guild!

Jim stood there stunned, his face flushed red after a long while.

Too arrogant, too much! They dared to kill someone in the police station, and they killed a police officer.

These guys didn't take the police seriously at all. The Revenge Foundation's affair had just passed, and the police had been led by the nose like fools for over half a month, without catching any suspicious people or making any progress on the case, until they actively withdrew, and the matter was considered to be over.

Jim knew that the Revenge Foundation's actions wouldn't be that simple. The Bounty Hunter Guild they had previously established had been lurking underground, secretly doing business on weekdays. As long as no corpses were found, the police wouldn't care so much. After all, this was Gotham, and there were plenty of people who solved problems privately.

But now it was different. They had blatantly broken into the police station and killed a suspect.

They even arrogantly left a signature, as if afraid the police wouldn't know who was responsible. This was simply disregarding the law.

This was what Jim couldn't tolerate the most.

Harvey took the card and looked at it repeatedly, somewhat dazed.

Having been a police officer for so many years, he had seen all kinds of people, if not a thousand, then eight hundred, especially those who made a living in the underworld. He had seen the ferocious, the cunning, and the strange, and he had also seen some who weren't very bright, who wanted to kill people or simply didn't value their own lives.

But this was the first time he had seen such a blatant and arrogant organization.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind. In the chaotic city of Gotham, is such a high-profile appearance really a good thing?

Just then, another hand took the card. Turning his head, he was surprised to find that it was Qi Shan, whom he rarely contacted on weekdays.

The guy simply glanced at it a few times and threw the card back.

"Without a doubt, it was the Bounty Hunter Guild who did it. From this card, we can see that the mission target is revenge.

Most likely, it was that old black man who died in the interrogation room before. His instructions or other relatives and friends placed a bounty on the Bounty Hunter Guild.

That's why the Hunter Guild sent an executor to directly kill all related people.

The Bounty Hunter Guild is a subordinate organization of the Revenge Foundation. Although their scale is different, and the markets and servers they face are also different, they also have the same principle of eradicating evil at its roots and pursuing to the end.

"The second possibility is more troublesome. The client and the executor are likely to be the same person. In order to get revenge, the client sold himself to the Bounty Hunter Guild.

He offered to work for the Bounty Hunter Guild as a condition to obtain resources in terms of intelligence, equipment, and training.

Waiting for an opportunity to do it himself!

Once it is discovered that this is the case, it is almost impossible to catch a bounty hunter from the Guild with one's own strength!" Qi Shan shook his head and said.