American Comics: BOSS Invasion

It took quite a bit of effort to get rid of the two younger sisters who were at the peak of their curiosity. After hastily eating something, Ichigo Kurosaki returned to his room, utterly exhausted.

As he climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but recall the scene from earlier. What exactly was up with that guy?

Just as he reached his room door, before his hand could even touch the doorknob, the door suddenly swung open, and a girl with an onion-shaped hairstyle abruptly grabbed him and pulled him inside.

"Ichigo, this is bad! The alarm has been going off since just now, and the energy intensity it's showing seems completely different from before. Could it be a Gillian is appearing?"

The onion-headed girl, dressed in a black shihakusho, moved around the room with clean and efficient movements, jumping onto the table one moment and kneeling on the bed the next, constantly studying the strange little device on her wrist. Occasionally, she would take out her phone, which had a bizarre doll hanging from it, and fiddle with it, her face full of seriousness.

Now that he suddenly heard the alarm, he naturally felt a bit excited.

"Now that we've found the target, what are we still doing sitting here? Hurry up and prepare, and immediately go eliminate the source of danger!"

"But this time's target is different from the usual ones. It might be very dangerous. With your current strength, there's a good chance you won't be able to take it down. What if you try to steal a chicken but lose the rice, and end up getting yourself killed? Then wouldn't I be a terrible sinner?"

The onion-headed girl's eyes widened, and while her mouth was saying evasive words, her hands obediently raised her Zanpakuto, making a gesture as if she were ready to knock the opponent's soul out.

Ichigo Kurosaki's lips twitched, and he didn't bother to say anything more to this girl. He suddenly stepped forward and deliberately bumped his forehead against the hilt of the Zanpakuto. Immediately, there was a bang, his soul rushed forward, and his body leaned backward.

One Ichigo Kurosaki instantly split into two.

Ichigo Kurosaki's soul form was also wearing a shihakusho, with a strangely shaped large cleaver on his back, the blade of which was wrapped tightly with white cloth.

Meanwhile, his body had fallen into a deep coma, and he slumped backward, falling crookedly onto the bed.

"I'm ready, let's go now!" Ichigo Kurosaki was somewhat impatient.

The onion-headed girl suddenly held out a small hand and said with a grin, "Don't rush, don't rush. In order to hide our identities, I specifically went to the store today to get some goods. If you take this, your body will act according to its usual patterns and won't just lie here obediently.

If someone suddenly appears, it will react naturally, so you don't have to worry about being discovered!"

Ichigo Kurosaki's face was full of black lines, and he reached out to block it, saying, "You said the same thing last time, and it made my body suddenly jump from the fourth floor to the playground, causing a huge mess. If it weren't for the timely cleanup afterward, I would have almost suffered social death, okay?

Don't ever let this kind of dangerous thing appear in front of me again, or I'll never forgive you! Rukia, I'm serious!"

The girl called Rukia looked at Ichigo Kurosaki's body with some grievance, pursed her lips, and put the thing away, muttering, "Like feeding a dog a dumpling, you don't appreciate my good intentions. Aren't I just trying to help you hide your identity? Fine, fine, since you're so unwilling, then forget it!"

"Enough nonsense, hurry up and get the map out!"

Urged by Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia took out her phone, and a crude map appeared, with a red dot moving quickly.

"That's not good, it looks like he's heading towards the residential area, let's hurry!"

With a cry of alarm, the two of them dared not joke around or waste time. They quickly climbed out the window and dashed across the rooftops.

Running towards the direction marked on the map.

Qishan stood on the spacious rooftop of the Daqi Building, behind him was a standard swimming pool that had been specially built, with some beach chairs and parasols on both sides. Under the distant pergola, there was a standard bar counter, and at this moment, several scantily clad girls were happily playing there.

It wasn't that Qishan had fallen into a state of decadent life. These girls were actually all failed experimental products of Creation-type Teigu. They were supposed to have relatively magical abilities, but after they were created, it was discovered that their abilities were so weak that they were almost equivalent to nothing.

Instead, they had their own development talents in other aspects, which made Qishan slightly curious. Could it be that this kind of biological Teigu could not only develop in the tool field but also develop into the potential of a race?

For this serious topic, Qishan created several other guys with different abilities according to the previous failed cases.

Well, for a normal man, being pleasing to the eye is of course the first priority.

So it became the current situation.

At the location shown on the map, a guy in a white suit, extremely burly, and only about two meters tall was standing in the open space, somewhat lazily lighting a cigarette, with his left hand in his pocket, looking up at the moonlight.

"A Quincy, huh? They're really rare. I heard that your race was completely exterminated as a whole a thousand years ago. Now there's still a lineage passed down, that's rare, that's rare!"

Uryu Ishida was seriously injured, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his body couldn't help but shiver, but even so, his expression remained as cold as ice, barely opening a bow that emitted a blue spiritual light, aiming it at the direction of the white-suited man.

Judging from the environment of the scene, the two sides had obviously engaged in a battle, and Uryu Ishida was at a disadvantage.

The location where the white-suited man was standing was full of dense small holes.

Behind Uryu Ishida, however, was all ruins. On one of the walls, there was a human-shaped indentation, with a large number of spiderweb-like pits on both sides.

Blood was splattered everywhere on the ground, indicating that Uryu Ishida was in a bitter fight and had now reached the edge of life and death.

Uryu Ishida asked coldly, "I'll give you one last chance. What exactly are you? Why do you have the aura of a Hollow on you?"

The white-suited man spread out his palms and made a slightly innocent expression: "You've stumped me with that question. Actually, I still haven't figured out what kind of creature I am. What was the Creator's mindset when he created me?

But if you're asking for a name, I do have one. You can call me Interrogator Donny!"