American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Long Island, past the town of Greenport, has a private road stretching over thirty kilometers.

The sides of the road are meticulously maintained, with large signs every few kilometers warning: Private Property, No Trespassing.

The wealthy residents of Long Island all know that there is a stunningly beautiful manor over there, with an extremely large area, even possessing its own vineyard and beach.

In New York, where land is incredibly valuable, this is not something that can be obtained with money alone.

Whoosh!

The wind howled as a red figure sped past.

Youpi's speed was swift, his wings spread, stirring up a gust of wind.

Meruem crossed his arms, his body straight, his tail hooking onto one of Youpi's feet, looking relaxed.

The scenery below constantly changed, and suddenly he saw a not-so-small vineyard. Meruem's expression shifted, he released his tail, and plummeted down like a cannonball.

Boom!

Earth and rocks flew, and trees tumbled.

Meruem calmly observed the surroundings, ignoring the workers rushing over with shouts, and pointed his tail in one direction.

"The room with the sweet fragrance is there!"

Youpi grinned hideously and crashed headfirst into it.

Boom!

A small villa, obviously carefully crafted, was destroyed by Youpi's headbutt.

Before the dust could settle, Youpi grabbed an old man with scales on his face and rushed out.

Meruem sniffed lightly and nodded: "That's right, this is the scent!"

The workers and guards who rushed over at this time saw the appearance of Meruem and Youpi, and exclaimed: "Monsters! They are monsters!"

Someone recognized the old man and exclaimed in horror: "Oh no, they caught Mr. Osborn!"

"Fire, fire quickly!"

"Don't, are you crazy? That's Mr. Osborn!"

"But..."

"No buts, call the police! Call the security team..."

Bang!

Meruem's figure suddenly appeared behind several people, and with a sweep of his tail, several heads exploded.

The headless corpses fell to the ground, and the surrounding people stood there dumbfounded, covered in blood.

Meruem said indifferently: "Don't shout there, you inferior creatures!"

Youpi grinned: "Should we kill them all, Your Majesty?"

Meruem said: "No need, just clean up simply. Kill those holding weapons and those with rebellious intentions. Gather the others and wait for Neferpitou to handle it!"

"Yes!"

Youpi's huge wings fluttered, and he shot into the distance in a flash, followed by dense gunfire, screams, and the sound of flesh and blood splattering.

Each time the sound came, these survivors would tremble.

The gazes they gave Meruem gradually became desperate.

Mr. Osborn, who was thrown on the ground, struggled to get up.

The scales on his face were layered, as if he were parasitized by a monster.

Just a simple movement exhausted his strength. He gasped for breath and barely looked at Meruem, saying with difficulty: "What... what exactly are you?"

He leisurely took a bite and chewed carefully.

In the distance, Youpi's battle escalated, with rockets flying all over the sky and explosions everywhere.

Youpi moved quickly with wild laughter, and every move he made would wipe out a large area. Whether it was armor, high-tech weapons, or missile launchers, they were no different in front of Youpi.

"The taste is indeed very good!"

Meruem's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly finished eating the entire arm, finally throwing the hand bone away casually.

He turned his head to look at Osborn, who had already fainted, and then glanced at the blood flowing from his severed arm.

"Although the taste is not as good as that of special humans, it has its own unique flavor. Not bad! It seems that this world is also worth looking forward to!"

The surrounding people had already collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

They had just witnessed how the other party ate an arm.

This was no longer as simple as a chill down their spines; the hairs on their entire bodies stood on end.

Thump!

Youpi descended from the sky, throwing a tank barrel next to him, making a thumping sound.

"Your Majesty! It's all cleaned up! If these humans obviously have special means of communication, the news should have spread!"

Meruem said calmly: "It doesn't matter, Youpi, Neferpitou and the others have already arrived. Explain to them, and handle everything according to the Dong Gorteau Republic."

"Understood!"

Meruem took a step, and his figure disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two sounds of piercing through the air, Neferpitou and Shaiapouf appeared in front of Youpi.

Neferpitou threw a large bunch of "grapes" on the ground and said: "Youpi, where is His Majesty? I brought food for His Majesty!"

"His Majesty has already enjoyed it! And he is very satisfied. It seems that he doesn't want to eat it all at once, and he still needs you to handle it, don't let the food die!"

Shaiapouf lowered his eyes slightly: "Is that him? He is quite special."

Neferpitou squatted down, dipped some blood from Osborn's severed arm and sent it into the air.

Brown vertical pupils narrowed.

"So that's it, it really is a special taste! In human terms, it should be the difference between an apple and a pear. Although both are delicious, the taste is different."

Neferpitou stretched out a hand, and several transparent threads emerged from the palm, flexibly and quickly stitching up the severed arm.

Shaiapouf looked at the surrounding people and said: "Then what about these?"

Youpi said: "His Majesty said to handle everything according to the Dong Gorteau Republic."

"I see!"

Shaiapouf looked at the manor in front of him and frowned: "But the current building cannot match His Majesty's noble status. Ah, Your Majesty, how merciful you are!"

"There is one more thing!"

Neferpitou and Youpi looked up.

Youpi continued: "The news that I cleaned up the resisters may have been spread by humans through some means. This gap period may be much shorter!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Neferpitou stretched out a hand, and several transparent threads swayed like living things.

"After being strengthened by the mysterious power, my Nen ability seems to be more flexible and versatile. I will take care of the outer perimeter guard and expulsion!"

"Very well!" Shaiapouf looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes and said: "This time, we will definitely achieve His Majesty's wish!"

"Then, I will still be responsible for the inner court," Youpi said.

The three nodded together, their eyes firm.

They are the Royal Guards, born to exist for the sake of the King.

Wherever the King points, they will move forward without hesitation.