American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Although startled by Qi Shan's idea, Wilson and Madame Gao, seeing the benefits of an entire world practically delivered to their doorstep, agreed without any hesitation.

Subsequently, the personnel sent for initial reconnaissance returned one after another, bringing back reports of varying lengths, details, and summaries.

"The two of you aren't planning to personally investigate?"

She was different from Wilson.

As a traitor of Kunlun, with a lifespan of over 400 years, she had experienced practically everything one could imagine.

Despite the Hand's vast power, with communities composed of tens of thousands of people, and their influence extending from hospitals and government to councils, schools, and police stations, in the eyes of the Five Fingers, the Hand was merely a tool to achieve their goals.

If it became necessary to abandon it, she would not hesitate.

Her own strength gave Madame Gao absolute confidence.

She believed that even if Qi Shan betrayed their agreement and trapped her in a parallel universe,

she would simply be separated from the Hand for a period of time.

And in the parallel universe, she would use her extensive experience to create a new Hand.

Either way, she wouldn't lose out, so she had no fear.

Naturally, Qi Shan didn't have such thoughts.

Or rather, he had no thoughts at all at this moment.

His gaze was somewhat dazed as he looked ahead, where a line of blurry smoky text appeared in his vision.

[Detecting boss invasion process in progress… Causing unknown resonance in the system. The next boss invasion may produce unknown variables. Please prepare in advance, Host!]

The smoky text then dissipated on its own.

Qi Shan's expression changed slightly.

Although Wilson maintained a calm expression and stared ahead,

he was actually constantly observing Qi Shan.

Seeing his expression change, he instantly became more vigilant.

However, after waiting for a full minute without anything happening, Wilson felt puzzled, and the muscles he had subtly tensed gradually relaxed.

Madame Gao was quick, returning in about 20 minutes.

Her expression seemed quite satisfied.

She probably wanted to strike while the iron was hot and discuss some detailed aspects.

Qi Shan had no choice but to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart and take care of the matter at hand first.

Night, Hell's Kitchen, a dark street.

Having lost Daredevil, Hell's Kitchen's chaos had doubled.

The Defenders were still a long way off; the heroes were either in jail or running their own private detective businesses, and even the Punisher, the old guard, was busy with his revenge.

Bang, bang!

Two gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A black man, holding a short gun and clutching a woman's handbag in a panic, hastily disappeared into the night.

From the alley came a heart-wrenching scream.

The woman, her clothes disheveled, lay on the man's body, weeping bitterly.

"Help, help! Someone, please help us! Call 911! Hank, Hank, hold on, don't fall asleep! We just got married, we swore to be together forever!"

Unfortunately, no matter how she called out, the bloodstains on the man's chest wouldn't stop.

The blood gradually spread, from the size of a coin to soaking his entire front, and the man's breathing weakened little by little until he finally passed away.

The woman cried bitterly, filled with regret.

If it hadn't been so late, if they hadn't had to walk at night, if they hadn't insisted on taking a shortcut…

Hank wouldn't… wouldn't…

The woman had never hated herself so much; she wished she could die in her husband's place.

Crack!

The sound of shattering glass.

The space above the woman's head suddenly shattered, and a chubby hand reached out first, followed by an arm.

As the cracks gradually spread, with a snap, a fat man wearing a top hat and an exaggerated smiling face cheerfully jumped out.

He held a purple umbrella with a pumpkin head in his hand, and wore a neat gentleman's coat, impeccably dressed, yet giving people a ridiculous feeling.

He seemed somewhat confused by his sudden appearance in this world.

Looking around, his gaze quickly settled on the woman below.

A seductive and gentle voice, like the whisper of a demon,

or the gentle hand of a husband, stroking her hair.

The voice rang naturally in her ears: "Good evening!"

The woman looked up and saw a strange man in front of her, but her expression didn't show any surprise; her tearful eyes were full of pleading.

"Save him, I know you can save him!"

"No problem!"

The strange man readily agreed. He stretched out his right hand, and a cloud of black smoke emerged from the ground.

A huge skeleton, like a jigsaw puzzle, appeared before the woman's eyes. It was so strong, and its black bones exuded a strange vitality.

"This is a magical body I created. As long as a person's soul is embedded in it, they can be resurrected. It can retrieve Hank's soul from the clutches of the hateful god."

The woman was slightly stunned.

"Taking a soul from the hands of God requires very harsh conditions, but fortunately, you and Hank have a deep bond.

She loves you so much that your voice can penetrate heaven and appear directly in his ears."

The woman said blankly, "I can call back Hank's soul?"

"That's right!" The strange man nodded affirmatively.

His figure suddenly flashed, and he appeared directly behind the woman.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you want to see your lover sooner?"

"Lover! Hank! That's right, Hank!"

The woman stumbled towards the black skeleton, her eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Unconsciously, she had completely believed the strange man's words.

She opened her arms and shouted loudly: "Hank!"

"Hank!"

"Hank!"

A strange echo came from the air, and a light purple soul fell from the sky, like a shooting star crashing to the ground, slamming into the black skeleton.

Boom!

Blue flames instantly ignited on the black skeleton.

As if an invisible energy instantly permeated it, a black pentagram suddenly appeared in the bones of the eyes and nose, with Hank's name clearly visible below.

The skeleton suddenly opened its mouth, and a familiar voice came out.

"Claire… Claire… What have you done? What have you done? Why did you give me to the devil? My soul has nowhere to escape!"

The woman was stunned: "What are you saying?"

The strange man suddenly grabbed the woman and chuckled: "You are now mine. So I command, kill this woman in front of you and impersonate her!"

The skeleton struggled to move, as if resisting, but an invisible force made it impossible to control its body.

It raised its arms and, with a painful roar, smashed the woman's head.

Ah, Claire!

A painful cry pierced the sky!