American Comics: BOSS Invasion

New York, Hell's Kitchen, a corner of peace and quiet.

The streetlights had been broken for years, and this pitch-black area in the brightly lit New York City was like a black hole, constantly swallowing everything.

A car slowly pulled up to the intersection.

It parked in a somewhat out-of-the-way spot, with half of its body stuck in the darkness.

Actually, it wasn't his fault; after the government completely replaced the contracting company and began the post-war ruins cleanup project,

the speed of road recovery plummeted.

It had been a full week now.

The construction debris near Hell's Kitchen still hadn't been cleared away.

The rear door opened, and a young man with a backpack stepped out.

He wore sunglasses in the night and fumbled to close the car door, finally flicking out a cane and slowly walking into the darkness.

The car didn't linger and disappeared straight around the corner.

Bypassing a puddle of water and stones, he groped his way across a small square and finally arrived in front of a factory building.

The young man knocked on the iron door.

The small window above opened, and a bald black man glanced at him before opening the iron door and letting the young man in.

Just then, dense, red eyes suddenly appeared from the surrounding darkness.

It was as if hyenas from hell had surrounded the factory.

200 meters above, Number Sixteen quietly floated.

Above him, Qi Shan stood in mid-air, the night wind at high altitude causing his trench coat to flutter.

"Boss, it's almost time!"

"I think so too. We gave them a full 12 hours; even an idiot could set up a trap, right?"

Qi Shan snorted and faintly ordered, "Proceed according to plan. Keep a close eye on the surrounding eyes. Now that we've startled the snake, we can't let it escape!"

A large number of bullets were fired into the factory, turning the four walls into honeycomb.

With a roar, ten RPGs were launched simultaneously, attacking a single point on the roof of the factory, creating a violent explosion.

Flames soared into the sky, visible for miles.

With such a commotion, to say nothing of the police, even a blind person could see it.

Just a minute later, the wailing sirens of police cars could be heard in the distance.

After three minutes of gunfire, everyone simultaneously ceased fire and retreated in an orderly fashion.

Their mission for tonight was complete.

Qi Shan glanced down, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Having mastered spirit particle technology, he knew even with his ass that there was no one inside the factory.

However, to put on a show, he had to step into this room.

And he had to enter in full view of everyone.

The original plan was to find a few bystanders, but after thinking about it, it wouldn't be shocking enough, so he decided to find the police instead.

It could also be considered as giving them another way to expose themselves.

Qi Shan's figure flashed, and the sound of fabric rustling filled the air. He instantly disappeared and reappeared in front of the iron door riddled with holes.

A large number of police cars sped into the intersection, quickly forming a cordon.

The police got out of the cars like dumplings, crouching behind the car doors with their small handguns.

The loudspeaker on the roof blared.

"This is the New York Police Department. The person in front, raise your hands and lie on the ground, or we will shoot."

Qi Shan glanced at them with amusement and reached out to push open the iron door.

Boom!

Without any warning, an explosion soared into the sky.

The MP-O bomb was incredibly powerful, instantly blasting the entire factory into pieces. The shockwave swept out, turning the surrounding police into rolling gourds.

Even the police cars shook violently, struggling to survive.

Sand and stones filled the sky, and rubble rained down on the car roofs, making a clanging sound.

The massive sound wave caused the glass in the surrounding two blocks to collectively commit suicide.

Screams and shouts instantly erupted.

Within a 5-kilometer radius, all the men and women who had been spending their exuberant energy on the streets were now staring blankly at the sky, at the mushroom cloud that was gradually forming.

Not far away in the sky, air vibrations rippled, and an invisible fighter jet momentarily revealed its form before concealing itself again.

Inside the plane, a middle-aged man with a slightly receding hairline looked helpless and said to the middle-aged beauty with long black hair beside him, "I told you they were all crazy, this thing is too late! May!"

The woman was May, the woman who had earned the title of Iron Flag.

At this time, her face was cold.

"From the beginning, I didn't agree with standing by! Although neither the gangs nor the Hand are good people, letting them kill each other isn't something the government should do."

"You're thinking too much! Fury just wants to enter the game at the best time. You know, because of the Chitauri invasion, the Security Council has been having some different voices lately, and strange changes are happening all over the world, the threat to world security is getting bigger and bigger, and Fury needs to adjust the plan!"

The speaker was Phil Coulson, the village chief of the newbie village.

"That's not a reason to watch others die. If I had come a few minutes earlier, I could have saved that young man. He's just a child!"

"He's the Grand Archbishop of the Black Order!" Coulson muttered weakly.

He really didn't know what to say about his partner's obsession.

"And this matter isn't as simple as you think. Subsequent data is still coming in, and I suspect this whole thing is a setup, but I can't confirm which side set it up."

Coulson narrowed his eyes.

May was silent for a moment, then clicked on the computer and said, "The police accidentally injured more than 10 people, but there were no deaths!"

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it's within the expected range. Don't worry about this matter. Fury will send someone else to take over. We need to focus on something else."

Then the invisible fighter jet arced through the sky and quickly disappeared.

Number Sixteen watched coldly until the invisible fighter jet flew out of his radar monitoring range, then he withdrew his gaze.

"Boss, a person whose level ranking is in the first sequence has appeared in the notes column!"

Qi Shan's slightly surprised voice appeared in his mind: "Oh? That's interesting! Which side is it?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.! Phil Coulson."

"Heh! As expected, with such a commotion, if S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't show up, then it won't be long before they disband! Don't pay attention to them, just monitor the other little mice. It's our turn to make the first move this time!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Below, in the raging flames, a figure walked unhurriedly.

The flames licked at him, but could not cause the slightest harm.

"The Hand is indeed strong enough! The energy is almost fully charged!"

Qi Shan slowly reached out his hand, the corner of his mouth curving up: "It's time to bring you over! Tomie!"