American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The bell rang, and the bar door was pushed open as four or five burly men surged in.

The leader, a blond-haired guy, looked around and dragged out a small man with a swollen face.

"Sack, listen, this is the last bar. I don't have time to mess around with you all night."

"I know, I know, Feece," the little guy said perfunctorily, looking around, and suddenly his eyes lit up when he saw Qi Shan. He pointed and shouted, "Found him, that's the one."

The blondie looked over: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, that's him."

The blondie grinned, leading the burly men to surround them.

Qi Shan raised his eyebrows, turning around with interest.

The bartender's face darkened, and he shouted, "Feece, don't cause trouble in my bar!"

The blondie spread his hands with a fake smile: "Don't be so serious, Tom. Just want to chat with a friend."

After saying that perfunctorily, he led his men straight to Qi Shan.

He slightly raised his chin, his expression contemptuous: "Boy, do you know you've gotten yourself into big trouble?"

Qi Shan raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned. "Oh? Is that so? Tell me about it."

The blondie shook his head: "I don't like to talk, I only like to do, I prefer to convince people with facts!"

After speaking, he didn't waste any more words and tilted his head.

The four or five burly men behind him grinned hideously and swung their fists over.

Qi Shan's mouth curled up slightly, his body unmoving.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a few muffled sounds, there were shocking screams.

"Ah!"

After the classic Wilhelm scream, the blondie rolled on the ground, clutching his exploding foot.

The surrounding people were taken aback, looking at the exploding blood flowers on the ground and the glaring bloodstains on the blondie's hand, they couldn't help but shudder.

Several burly men panicked and drew their guns, pointing them at the back of Qi Shan's head.

"Let him go, did you hear me, you bastard, let Feece go!"

Qi Shan's expression was slightly disdainful: "What's wrong with your eyes? I didn't even touch him, I just stepped on his shoe. But since you said that, it would be a shame not to take him hostage."

Then he bent down, grabbed the blondie's neck, and dragged him over.

The blondie struggled hard, but felt like an iron hand was stuck on his neck, no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

Qi Shan felt even more wonderful.

He didn't actually use much strength, and he could feel the blondie's resistance, but there was no tremor in his hand.

Could it be more than just reaction force, can all forces directed at me be selectively made to disappear?

No, not disappear, it should be absorbed.

When the fist hit his body just now, Qi Shan could faintly feel a trace of energy being absorbed into his body.

Very thin, like a breath of air exhaled in winter, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Qi Shan turned around, blocking the black muzzles with the blondie's neck, and smiled slightly.

"Don't let your hands shake, if it goes off, this blondie will die a tragic death. Murder is always a big case, the police won't let you go. Be good and put down the guns. Be good!"

The burly men looked at each other, not moving.

Qi Shan slightly increased the strength in his hand, and the blondie immediately rolled his eyes, making a gagging sound, as if the airflow had been cut off.

"Prolonged lack of oxygen will turn you into an idiot. If you don't want him to become an idiot in the future, put down the guns!"

Several burly men's palms were sweating, their faces hesitant.

"You're really stubborn," Qi Shan shook his head and pointed to the bar: "Since you haven't given up, why not look back."

The few people turned their heads and saw the bartender pointing a double-barreled shotgun at them.

His face was dark, and his voice was low.

"I told you, don't cause trouble in my bar. Put down the guns, or I guarantee none of you will get out of here today."

Controlled from both sides, several burly men finally gave up, throwing their guns on the ground one by one.

"Now get out of here, all of you, especially you, Sack. If I see you loitering outside my bar again, robbing pedestrians, I'll hang you on the door and dry you into sausages. Get out!"

With the bartender's roar, the men walked out dejectedly.

"Take him away too."

Throwing the unconscious blondie over, Qi Shan smiled: "If you're not convinced, welcome back. I'm an open-minded person and very welcome to anyone who wants to offer me different opinions. Of course, remember to bring your wallets when you come, otherwise I'll be happy to send you all a Paralympic Games qualification."

The men fled in embarrassment, Qi Shan waved the wallet he had taken from the blondie and shouted: "Everyone drink as much as you want, it's on me tonight."

The bar was filled with noise and cheers.

Back at the bar, the bartender had already put away the shotgun.

He first brought up a pile of beer for people to take as they pleased, and then poured a glass of whiskey in front of Qi Shan.

"What was that?"

Qi Shan opened the wallet and counted, sure enough, there was five or six hundred dollars in it from a boss-level figure.

This is US dollars.

Taking out half and putting it in his pocket, he threw the rest, along with the wallet, to the bartender.

"What what?"

"I was going to ask, do you have steel plates hidden on your body?"

The bartender opened the wallet and glanced at it, then naturally put it away. Anyway, there were credit cards inside, he wasn't afraid of not having enough cash.

Qi Shan shrugged: "You can think of it as Chinese Kung Fu, something like Iron Shirt."

"Is that so, very magical!"

The bartender nodded and said, "My name is Tom. You solved tonight's matter and saved me a lot of trouble. If you need any help, you can say it directly."

Foreigners are just so direct. Qi Shan understands these people's personalities very well when doing business with them.

So he didn't stand on ceremony and said directly: "Actually, there is something I want to ask you to help with now."

"Oh, what is it?"

"I just arrived in this city and haven't found a place to stay yet. Are there any suitable apartments nearby?"

"You want to rent?"

"I guess!" Qi Shan shrugged.

"What are your requirements?"

"Ordinary is fine, preferably one that doesn't need too many additions and is ready to move in."

"I see."

Tom nodded: "I know a house that's very suitable. An old friend's daughter rented an apartment, paid a year's rent in advance, and left suddenly after living there for less than half a month.

I don't know if it's still vacant now, I'll ask for you."

Just as he picked up the phone, the bar door was pushed open and a person walked in.

Tom looked up and smiled: "Looks like there's no need to call, the owner is here."

Following Tom's gaze, Qi Shan saw a somewhat颓废 middle-aged man.

This person's hair was messy, his beard was unshaven, and the suit on his body was wrinkled and unsightly. The whole person exuded an aura of despair and颓废 from the inside out.

It was as if he had suffered a fatal blow, making people feel very bad.

Qi Shan frowned, not speaking.

Looks like a drunkard.

This person walked straight to the bar, greeted Tom weakly, and then directly asked for a bottle of vodka.

Tom placed the bottle and glass in front of him.

"Laurie, has your daughter's apartment been sublet? I have a friend who wants to find a place to live."

"Not yet."

Laurie's voice was hoarse, seeming very tired.

He didn't ask further, but directly picked up the bottle and eagerly took a swig of wine.

Tom frowned: "What's wrong? Laurie."

Laurie waved his hand expressionlessly: "Nothing, just been suspended."

"Is it because of that incident last time?"

Laurie nodded: "A new kid discovered the tricks I did at the crime scene and told the police superintendent directly. You know the police superintendent has always disliked me, especially in the last month.

So, I was suspended..."

Speaking of this, a look of despair appeared in Laurie's eyes. He suddenly became agitated and roared in a low voice: "Do you know? Tom. Trisha didn't go to another city, but was captured by that bastard Piper.

If this matter can succeed, I will definitely be able to catch Piper. Interrogate Trisha's location, I could have saved her, but now it's all over."

Tom exclaimed: "Piper? Scarface Piper? Piper Rex?"

Laurie nodded, then took a swig of wine.

"Isn't he courting death? Dare to kidnap a police detective's daughter?"

Laurie said: "What can't they do, these people? I really don't have any way now.

Several community bosses are covering for Piper. As long as the police get close, he will immediately disappear without a trace.

What should I do?"

Qi Shan listened for a long time, and seeing that they were getting further and further off topic, he became impatient and knocked on the table: "Hey, buddy, can you focus a little? How much is that apartment?"

Laurie glanced at Qi Shan indifferently and continued to drink.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. He doesn't even have the mood to lose his temper now.

Tom frowned: "I don't think he's in the mood to talk about the apartment now. It's a pity, this apartment is really suitable. How about this, I'll help you find another one. But the price might be a little higher."

Qi Shan waved his hand and turned his head: "Hey, how about we make a deal? I'll help you get your daughter back, and the reward is that apartment."

Laurie's eyes flickered, then turned into dead silence and continued to drink.

Qi Shan waited for a few seconds, and seeing that the other party didn't respond, he shrugged and didn't say anything else.

He's seen this kind of thing a lot abroad.

It's nothing more than a transaction between human traffickers and community gangs.

One is to make money, and the other is to seek shelter. What's so difficult to solve about this kind of thing?

It's very simple.

Force them a little, and there's nothing that can't be done.

But the other party doesn't believe it, and Qi Shan can't do anything about it.

He's not a saint, he won't do things without benefits.

Besides, Qi Shan still doesn't have any sense of reality. The people in front of him are more like NPCs than people. It doesn't matter whether he can trigger an event or not.