American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Manhattan, the heart of New York.

In a penthouse near Central Park, a husband, who had just finished a meeting with his employees, returned home, ready to enjoy some alone time with his beautiful wife.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang, and the couple exchanged a surprised glance.

The wife went to open the door with a puzzled expression.

A figure in a purple suit came into view.

"You are?"

The purple suit said naturally, "I am the guest you have been waiting for!"

The wife was stunned for a few seconds, then her eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face: "Yes, that's right, you are the guest we have been waiting for. You are late; Dave has already set the table!"

"Sorry, something came up. I've been having a rough time lately, with small problems popping up in my business."

The wife said, "Then you should enjoy tonight's dinner even more. Food is a miracle that can make you forget all your troubles!"

"That's a good saying!"

The wife seemed to be praised, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she took a step back to let the purple suit in. "Please come in!"

"Thank you!"

The purple suit stepped in, and the husband watched the stranger walk into his home in astonishment. He looked at his smiling wife and asked with some confusion, "Linda, who is this?"

The wife was taken aback for a moment and said, "Oh, yes, what is your name, guest?"

The purple suit naturally bypassed the husband and sat directly at the dining table: "You can call me Master! Although I have other names, Master is a good title for you who have no memory of today. By the way, what's for dinner tonight? I'm very hungry! Dave?"

The husband was stunned for a few seconds, then a simple and honest smile appeared on his face, and he nodded, "That's right! Master! I knew I remembered that name. Sorry to keep you waiting. Tonight is French cuisine, stewed veal! I specially learned it from a chef, and it tastes absolutely great! Master, please try it!"

After speaking, the husband walked into the kitchen and brought out a small pot, placing it on the heat-resistant pad in the center of the table.

The purple suit sniffed and frowned slightly: "The heat is still a bit off, but it's barely passable. My tongue is very sensitive. If tonight's food doesn't satisfy me, Dave, I expect you to jump off the roof at two o'clock in the morning!"

The husband nodded with a smile: "Two o'clock? No problem at all!"

"Very good!" The purple suit turned his head and asked, "Linda, what wine is it tonight?"

The wife quickly brought over a decanter and smiled, "It's a 2008 Boston!"

"Barely acceptable!"

The purple suit took a glass, poured a glass of wine, shook it, and took a sip, shaking his head: "The decanting time is not enough. Linda, go take a bath. You will accompany me tonight!"

"Okay, Master!" The wife turned around happily and walked quickly into the bathroom.

The husband next to her looked on with relief, seemingly very pleased with his wife's actions.

"Dave! Don't be stunned! Turn on the TV and bring over your treasured cigars, the best ones!"

The husband nodded: "No problem, Master!"

The purple suit ate the food elegantly and slowly. The huge screen of the nearly sixty-inch TV was showing the news of the Hell's Kitchen explosion.

A dozen seconds later, when the screen switched back again, the host had been replaced.

"…The problem of aging gas pipelines should be given attention. We call on the government to establish a rectification project as soon as possible to replace these hidden safety hazards…"

The purple suit paused for a moment, and then continued to put the stewed veal into his mouth.

Ring ring ring…

Dave's phone rang. The purple suit glanced at it, and the always calm face suddenly changed slightly.

He raised his hand to stop Dave's movements and slowly pressed the answer button.

"Your location has been exposed. Retreat quickly!"

An icy voice was thrown from the phone, with no intention of listening to anyone, and then it hung up directly.

The purple suit's expression changed, and he got up quickly.

At this moment, a bright silver long knife appeared on his neck.

The purple suit froze and slowly raised his hands.

"A good knife, it looks like it was made by a master. How about giving it to me?"

He thought the other party would give him the knife without hesitation, but he didn't expect it to remain motionless, and even the blade pressed down even harder.

A tiny wound appeared on his neck, but before the blood could flow out, the wound healed automatically.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's really unfriendly!" The purple suit wanted to turn his head, but was forced by the blade to be unable to move. He could only look at Dave and said calmly, "Dave, when the master is threatened, shouldn't you desperately help?"

Dave was stunned, and was about to rush up with a loud roar.

But just as his mouth had just opened, before the sound could be shouted out, his eyes rolled back and he fell heavily to the ground.

Behind him appeared a man wrapped in black clothes.

"Ninja?" The purple suit said strangely: "Are you from the Hand?"

"Wrong! We are Xingjun!"

Contrary to the purple suit's expectations, the black-clothed man actually answered his question.

"Sorry, I've never heard of this name. We've never met before, so commit suicide!"

The black-clothed man sneered: "Put away your clumsy tricks, they are ineffective against us. Likewise, we also know that you have master-level fighting skills, but I advise you not to move, otherwise, even if you have special self-healing abilities, you will hardly escape death!"

The purple suit spread his hands helplessly: "Is that so? That's not surprising. Before I die, can you tell me how you found me?"

"Nice try!" The black-clothed man stepped forward slowly and took out a small pill, stuffing it into the purple suit's mouth.

Pinching his neck, he forced him to swallow it.

A look of panic flashed across the purple suit's face, and he said calmly: "Buddy, poison is useless to me, you…"

Suddenly, his face changed, his eyes rolled back, and he leaned back.

Thump!

He took a step back suddenly and stood up straight again.

In a short moment, the purple suit's eyes changed.

If he was a ruthless vulture just now, then his eyes now are like a newborn puppy.

He looked at the man in black, with a friendly look in his eyes.

The black-clothed man stepped forward and patted his head, grabbed the soul next to him, and ordered: "Mission accomplished! Retreat!"

Swish!

A black shadow flashed, and the room was already empty.