American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Arriving at the office door, Qi Shan could hardly believe his eyes.

It was already past eight o'clock, the beginning of the American nightlife. Even the busiest people would choose to unwind at a bar at this time.

That's their lifestyle.

But what did Qi Shan see now?

A long line!

It stretched from the office door all the way to the end of the street. At a glance, there were fifty to seventy people. Looking at their appearances, nine out of ten were ex-convicts.

What… what on earth is going on?

He bypassed the queue and squeezed through the crowd amidst shouts and curses.

The voices were louder than thunder, but no one laid a hand on anyone.

That was strange.

Since when were white people so civilized?

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes and pushed open the office door.

It was much better inside, with only six or seven people.

A sofa had been moved out, and three people sat on it properly, with postures like elementary school students.

Behind the counter, two men in suits were working with serious expressions. One was responsible for collecting money and filling out forms, and the other was responsible for calling the court.

Meanwhile, Tomie sat in a queenly pose on a brand-new, extravagantly designed leather sofa, holding a martini in her hand.

On both sides of the sofa, a man was kneeling on the ground, holding a tray.

The two men's gazes were so greedy as if they wanted to devour Tomie, but their movements were proper, and their smiles were obsequious, making people feel disgusted.

The trays held fruit platters and fine wine.

On the table, Qi Shan even saw a plate of handmade sushi and several French delicacies. In the middle of a silver tray was a strikingly large lobster.

WTF?

"What the hell are you doing?"

As soon as Qi Shan finished speaking, the six or seven people in the room jumped up together, their faces filled with anger as they shouted: "Who are you? How dare you speak to Miss Tomie like that!"

"Be respectful, you bastard!"

"Insulting Miss Tomie, I'm going to kill you!"

"You…"

This is crazy!

It's only been a day since she was released, and she's already reached this level?

I really underestimated Tomie's power.

"Go back to work, don't mind us. Remember, from now on, treat him with the same respect you treat me, otherwise, I will be angry."

Tomie ordered gently, and the people in the room nodded repeatedly like lapdogs.

The foul language from just now seemed like an illusion, replaced by fawning smiles.

And hidden beneath this mask was deep jealousy.

Qi Shan sighed and rubbed his forehead.

There's no cure for this!

The two came to the office in the back.

Qi Shan asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Tomie's expression was indifferent, but a hint of smugness appeared in her eyes.

"It's nothing big, they all came to help voluntarily. The ones queuing outside are the same, but I just can't be bothered with them."

Last night, she took out a bag from behind the desk, and when she opened it, it was full of money, easily around $150,000.

The result of one day?

It's faster than robbing.

Qi Shan was speechless for a long time. "Looks like I don't need to worry about you. You're doing better than me. I worked hard all day and only managed to mooch a ride, getting nothing else."

Speaking of which, Qi Shan slapped his thigh and regretted it immensely: "If I had known this would happen today, I would have had you handle it. As soon as you showed your face, the Colombian gang could have announced their demise."

Tomie's lips curled up slightly, and she raised her hand to stroke her hair.

Only then did Qi Shan notice that she had changed her entire outfit, which was a hundred times better than what she wore when she left in the morning.

Although he didn't study the major luxury brands, he still had a good eye.

Tomie's outfit had to be worth at least twenty or thirty thousand US dollars, and the diamond bracelet on her wrist was worth more than ten thousand, plus the diamond earrings…

Qi Shan: "…"

After a long silence, Qi Shan took out a passport from his pocket: "This is your passport, keep it safe and familiarize yourself with your identity and background. Otherwise… never mind, since you don't have an identity, ordinary people can't do anything to you anyway."

Tomie took it and saw her delicate face, a trace of disgust showing in her eyes.

"Why did they take such an ugly photo of me?"

Qi Shan knew that was just her nature, and rolled his eyes.

"Open an account tomorrow and deposit the money in it. No one uses cash here except to buy laundry detergent. It's best to get a high-limit credit card. This little thing shouldn't be difficult for you."

Qi Shan shook his head and said, "Are you coming back to stay with me tonight?"

Tomie snorted softly: "Someone gave me the key to a villa. I'm going to go take a look."

"Whatever, just don't mess things up. Keep it under control, don't let me discover any problems, or I'll make you stay home forever."

Tomie didn't even glance at Qi Shan. "You're so long-winded, hurry up and leave. Someone is inviting me to a Michelin three-star restaurant for a feast later, and I don't want my mood to be affected."

Knowing that she was just naturally sarcastic, he couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He turned around, grabbed two stacks of US dollars, and stuffed them into his pocket. As he went out, he paused and turned back.

"Give me a strand of hair."

Perhaps he should test her regenerative ability.

Tomie did as she was told.

Qi Shan folded the hair carefully and turned to leave.

He was glared at all the way, and the feeling of being watched made Qi Shan's eyelids twitch.

Besides having a strong desire to possess her, the men seduced by Tomie would also be filled with jealousy, resentment, and murderous intent.

Although Tomie's abilities had been weakened to 1/3 and she wasn't using her full power, her power was still enormous.

Qi Shan even felt that the fact that these men hadn't pounced on him to chop him down was a testament to the effectiveness of her control skills.

On the way back, Qi Shan carefully retraced his steps, and as expected, he didn't encounter Supergirl again.

When he passed the cross-sea bridge, two SUVs were chasing a fuel truck and firing continuously, sparks flying, bullets bouncing, the scene was extremely intense.

Qi Shan and the other onlookers were stopped outside the cordon, watching from a distance as a hooded man jumped onto the fuel truck, dodging and weaving through the metal storm, casually taking down a car, grabbing a female agent, and quickly disappearing.

The fake police officers panicked instantly and hurriedly jumped into their cars.

DEO?

Pathetically weak.

Listening to the discussions around him, Qi Shan twitched his lips.

After a day of commotion, being stimulated by Tomie, and watching two fights, as well as the DEO's spiral of face-slapping, he was really a bit tired.

When he got home, it was almost 12 o'clock.

Qi Shan threw his clothes aside, took out two large boxes of yogurt from the refrigerator, and ate them slowly.

As the hour hand pointed to 12, the expected misty font appeared as scheduled.

[The second invasion will begin in seven days.]

Then the font naturally dissipated.

Still without a head or tail, still without any explanation, but this time, Qi Shan was already mentally prepared.

The first time, Tomie, such a big monster, popped out.

And they called it a newbie mission.

Who knows what will pop out the second time.

Fighting alone is definitely not advisable. Supergirl's power is there, and he has to find a way to borrow it.

He scraped the bottom of the cup, put the last mouthful of yogurt into his mouth, and threw away the empty shell.

Fortunately, there are still seven days. Maybe he can find a way to try it.

He took out Tomie's hair and placed it on the table, Qi Shan observed it carefully.

This was an extremely beautiful hair.

Black and long, full and shiny.

Just like the kind in shampoo commercials, the kind that can duang duang duang.

The misty energy in his body had been rising very quickly since it liquefied that day, especially after being shot today, a large amount of kinetic energy was absorbed.

The energy had quickly expanded from a grain-sized drop to the size of a glass ball.

Qi Shan had a feeling that the energy in his body could affect this hair.

He picked out a strand of energy as thin as hair and made it contact the hair through his finger.

A surge of energy gushed out of his body and was completely absorbed by the hair.

Two seconds later, the hair suddenly curled into a ball, and then it exploded with a bang, revealing a foot-long little Tomie inside.

Like a delicate cloth doll, she was curled up, lying there naked.

Her long hair draped behind her, forming a swaddling-like thing that wrapped her inside.

Qi Shan was slightly stunned.

"So that's how the energy is used? The conversion utilization rate is so high."

He used the energy again, pressed his finger against Tomie's forehead, and transferred the energy little by little.

Like a magical spell, Tomie enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few dozen seconds, she had grown to more than a meter long.

Then Qi Shan put Tomie on the ground and filled her with all the energy. As the charging was completed, a new Tomie was completely grown.

She slowly opened her eyes, and Qi Shan suddenly had a sense of intimacy.

Compared to the first Tomie, this Tomie, who he had cultivated, should be more obedient.

For some reason, Qi Shan had this judgment.

And this Tomie was indeed like that.

Her big eyes looked at Qi Shan for a few seconds, and then she showed a sweet smile.

Qi Shan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly.

Wasn't he just stirring up trouble for himself?

He was taking strict precautions over there, and now he had created another Tomie.

Qi Shan shook his head, got up to get a set of clothes and threw them to her.

"Put on your clothes first. If you want to eat something, go to the refrigerator. If you need anything else, find it yourself. I'm going to bed."

Tomie's memories were all shared, so there was no need to repeat them.

When he lay down and turned off the bedside lamp, a thought suddenly popped into Qi Shan's mind.

If he could convert energy, wouldn't electrical energy be more suitable?