American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The moment Piccolo Daimaō self-destructed, a smoky text appeared before Qi Shan's eyes.

[Mission Complete]

[All traces of the intruder have been erased]

[Reward issued: Dragon Balls (one-time use)]

Subsequently, the smoky text dissipated.

Qi Shan stared with wide eyes, waiting for a long time, but couldn't find the Dragon Balls anywhere.

Just as he was wondering, Director John strode in with several people.

Alex, Superman, General Sam, and Supergirl, who had just awakened.

"Wow! All big shots."

Qi Shan quickly stood up, reaching out his hand and saying, "Superman, it's a pleasure to meet you, you did a great job just now."

He was sincere, if it weren't for Superman's final appearance, who knows how long he would have had to wait to eliminate the Great Demon King and complete the mission.

Superman could clearly feel Qi Shan's sincerity and developed a greater liking for him.

He shook hands and said, "Thank you, it's everyone's contribution! And Supergirl, I believe you've met."

Qi Shan shook hands with Supergirl: "Oh, Supergirl, you are also very... beautiful."

Supergirl's eyes widened, and she thanked him through gritted teeth.

While they were exchanging pleasantries, General Sam became impatient.

"Everyone, the situation is urgent, we don't have time to waste. I only want to know information about that Demon Second Generation now."

"Demon Second Generation?" Qi Shan asked in surprise.

Superman nodded, his expression grave: "Piccolo Daimaō spat out offspring before self-destructing. I was disrupted by his self-destruction and didn't have time to chase after it; the egg escaped. We want to know now, will that egg really grow into a new Great Demon King?"

Qi Shan spread out his palms: "How would I know that? Wouldn't it be better to retrieve the egg?"

"That is indeed one method, but..."

Before Superman could finish speaking, Supergirl suddenly stepped forward and said, "Listen, Mike, you've seen how terrifying Piccolo Daimaō was, he was a madman. We went through all sorts of hardships and paid a huge price to defeat him.

If he really can make a comeback, we must prepare in advance.

Tell us everything you know, you will be everyone's hero."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Qi Shan, who looked hesitant.

Superman quickly said, "Please."

"Alright, but you have to give me your autograph."

Superman was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem."

After cracking a joke, the atmosphere eased slightly.

Everyone sat down, and Qi Shan sorted out his thoughts before slowly saying:

"Actually, I've already said most of the basic information, only some fragments remain. If there's anything I haven't mentioned, you can ask, and I'll tell you everything I know."

Everyone nodded.

"The Namekians are very unique, they reproduce asexually and can produce some auxiliary lower-level creatures. As long as they have enough lifespan, there is no limit to the number.

However, giving birth to offspring is a one-time opportunity for each Namekian individual.

Therefore, the number of pure Namekians is very small."

General Sam exclaimed, "There are other Namekians?"

Qi Shan nodded: "Indeed, there are, but under normal circumstances, they won't appear in our world.

Piccolo Daimaō's appearance was just an accident.

As long as there are no large-scale disturbances in the world in the future, such as wars or battles between superhumans, it will be difficult to tear open a rift in the reverse space again."

Everyone looked at each other, none of them daring to make a guarantee.

Their clansmen include warriors specializing in combat, elders specializing in prophecy, and doctors specializing in healing. Each Namekian specializes in one area.

It is precisely because of this that Namek only needs a small number of people to develop a very high civilization.

The other party was even able to change their home planet and achieve the migration of the entire clan thousands of years ago.

As for Piccolo Daimaō, he should be a special existence. He was a seed of life sent out when a natural disaster occurred on the Namekian home planet thousands of years ago.

As long as he finds a suitable planet, one person can develop Namek again.

His potential is extremely high, if he hadn't split himself into light and dark halves, he wouldn't have been sealed and thrown into the sea by martial artists."

General Sam said, "Are you saying that there might be a Piccolo Daimaō with a light half appearing?"

"That should be impossible. But you can make a plan to guard against this situation from happening."

John said, "In your previous narrative, you mentioned martial artists several times. What exactly is that profession?"

Qi Shan said, "Martial artists have already become extinct, there's nothing to talk about."

"We want to know. Please!" Supergirl said quickly.

"Alright." Qi Shan said helplessly: "The so-called martial artists are actually martial artists who can use Qi. And these people usually cherish their lives, constantly pursuing the highest realm, and will not appear in front of ordinary people.

Hundreds of years ago, the role they played was like Superman, but they didn't have that much power to resist natural disasters. At most, they could repel bandits or defeat evil martial artists.

And with the loss of the method of using Qi, martial artists have already become extinct."

Superman nodded: "Qi is indeed a very powerful energy. I feel that Piccolo Daimaō still contains great potential. If this potential erupts in the Demon Second Generation..."

He didn't continue, but everyone understood what he meant.

The consequences would be absolutely unimaginable.

The room was quiet for a while, then General Sam suddenly said, "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much?"

"You've asked the wrong question. You should ask my dad why he knows so much. What I'm telling you is just my bedtime story. If Piccolo Daimaō hadn't really appeared before my eyes today, I wouldn't have believed it at all."

Qi Shan shrugged, his expression very innocent.

"I need you to come with us."

John suddenly said, "I'm afraid that won't work. Mike is a special consultant for the DEO. According to regulations, the military cannot interfere in the DEO's internal affairs."

"Consultant?" General Sam clearly didn't believe it.

Alex quickly said, "We are processing his paperwork, and it will be completed in ten minutes at most."

"If you vouch for him."

"That's natural," John said firmly.

The reason why John kept Qi Shan at the DEO was because he had his own considerations. As a Green Martian, he had the ability to read minds.

From the first time they met, he had used telepathy on Qi Shan five or six times in a row, and all he read were some garbled characters, and once it was a TV show. This had never happened before, which shocked him greatly.

He now suspected that Qi Shan might be a member of the Black Order, which he had mentioned twice during the conversation.

If that was really the case, then he couldn't let him go even more.

Qi Shan watched them argue without expressing his opinion.

Staying at the DEO as a consultant also had certain benefits. At least he could remind them in advance about future invaders in a subtle way.

The others asked some scattered questions to fill in the gaps, and Qi Shan answered them one by one, telling the truth.

He really wasn't lying about the characteristics of the Namekians.

After collecting the information, everyone dispersed. Superman needed to search for the Demon Second Generation's egg.

General Sam had to return to the base to sort out the information from this operation and use this battle data to research a new generation of Red Tornado.

The DEO was even busier.

They needed to contact various functional departments to restore the city to normal operation as soon as possible.

His ID card was delivered to his hand when he left, and from now on, he was also a legitimate consultant.

It's just that he didn't have to go to work, nor did he receive a salary. He just needed to be available whenever they needed him.

Qi Shan didn't mind either. Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, he asked Alex to send him back.

Qi Shan also had things to do, and he was still busy looking for his mission reward.

Protected by two special agents, he was escorted to the entrance of the apartment.

He was finally home.

Opening the door, the room was brand new, clean as if it had been licked by a dog.

Everything was reflecting light.

Tomie was lazily sunbathing on the balcony, wearing a sexy bikini, with two pug servants beside her, one holding an umbrella and the other holding an iced drink, serving her cautiously.

Qi Shan slapped his forehead, unable to bear to look.

"How long are you going to keep this up? Tell those two to get lost."

Tomie pouted, sat up gracefully, and pointed at the two with a slender finger.

The two pugs nodded quickly and came over.

"I want to eat snow lotus from Tianshan now. You two go and prepare it quickly. If you can't find it, you don't have to come back."

Tomie raised her chin and ordered arrogantly.

The two pugs nodded repeatedly, not wanting to delay for a moment, they didn't even take off their aprons, and rushed out the door, rolling and crawling.

Qi Shan's mouth twitched.

The door slammed shut, the cabinet shook, and the vase that had been placed next to it suddenly shook twice and fell to the ground.

With a crash.

The vase shattered, and seven round beads rolled out one after another, each the size of a baby's fist, crystal clear, with stars embedded inside.

"Well, it turns out they were always at home."

Qi Shan shook his head and bent down to pick up the Dragon Balls.

Qi Shan couldn't help but complain about the way the system issued rewards.

Lying on the sofa, he fiddled with the beads, his mind racing.

These are the Dragon Balls.

What wish should I make?

Immortality, or invincibility?

It's so hard to choose.

Qi Shan silently grinned, his face smiling like a flower.