American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Demon levels…”

“Speculation on the Millennium Earl's abilities…”

“Combat footage of Level 2 Demons, and speculation on their special abilities…”

“Speculation and analytical report on the demons' ability to disguise themselves…”

“Analytical and lethality reports on the demon virus…”

Row upon row of reports, tables, and charts were presented under Alice's explanation, recounting the 7000-year war between the Noah Family and the Black Order.

What was presented before everyone was a vast, underground force deeply entwined in history.

Demons!

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, even after witnessing so many incredible things, even after the revelation of Hydra's plot to conquer the world…

They were still deeply shocked by the scene before them.

This… this is simply impossible!

The meeting lasted an entire afternoon. As dusk approached, the entire conference room fell into silence with Alice's departure.

No one spoke, all meticulously replaying what they had just heard.

Skye immediately took over the control system, repeatedly pulling up the previous data.

As if in disbelief, she repeatedly confirmed the information.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, she finally nodded with a complex expression.

A sigh echoed in everyone's hearts, as if an invisible pressure weighed upon their souls.

Hydra had yet to be resolved, the Inhumans were imminent, and now demons had come to interfere.

It was as if, after pushing the Earth to the edge of an abyss, they had kicked it even harder.

At this moment, they truly realized the magnitude of the responsibility of S.H.I.E.L.D..

“Director…” Skye began.

But that's the meaning of our existence.

If you haven't forgotten, S.H.I.E.L.D. represents the last line of defense for Earth.

And now that S.H.I.E.L.D. has disbanded, the last line of defense for Earth has disappeared.

We will face danger directly, as demons descend upon the world.

We have no other choice. For the continuation of the human species, and for world peace, we must rise up and fight.

Guys, prepare to depart immediately!”

After speaking, Coulson turned and left.

“Coulson, where are we going?” May asked.

“New York!”

New York, Black Order Church.

Qi Shan stood before the large octagram cross, rare in deep thought.

In the past, he never believed that prolonged thinking was conducive to clarity of thought, and often regarded those who pondered for long periods of time as pretentious neurotics.

But now, when his body had become strong to a certain extent, and his mental power had almost reached the level of substantialization.

The power of prolonged thinking became apparent.

Sufficient mental power allowed Qi Shan to consider things more comprehensively. It was as if he had a supercomputer in his mind, and the appearance of each phenomenon would be deduced automatically, until it could no longer be deduced, then it would automatically jump to another fork in the road, and so on.

Prolonged thinking allowed Qi Shan to continuously deduce the various methods that emerged in his mind, one by one, and ultimately choose the one with the best effect and the lowest error rate.

Aizen appeared silently behind Qi Shan, with a smile on his face, simply standing there without saying a word.

Qi Shan slightly raised his head and said, “What are the results?”

“Unexpectedly good. The consciousness generated by these demons can be compared to the highest level of Hollows.

However, what's strange is that they only have the purity of souls, but they don't have any corresponding combat power.

This is like the difference between wild boars and domestic pigs.

Their meat is equally delicious, but domestic pigs are born to be slaughtered, and people don't even have to put in much effort.

And if you want to eat wild boar, even if you have a hunting gun in your hand and an experienced hunter to guide you, sometimes you will pay the price of your life.”

“Is that so? Can the things made using domestic pigs completely meet my requirements?” Qi Shan didn't care about Aizen's analogy, and asked indifferently.

“No problem!”

Aizen smiled gently: “Also, the appearance of the demons is too uniform, there is no technical content at all.

Only the demon virus is a little troublesome, it is impossible to match exactly the same.

But Mayuri has a substitute drug that has the same effect as being infected with the demon virus after death.

Moreover, with spiritual particles mixed in, ordinary scientific equipment cannot detect the difference.”

Qi Shan nodded.

At this moment, the wristwatch rang ding ding ding, and Alice's avatar appeared.

“Boss, the Security Council has agreed to meet. They have set the location in Washington, D.C.!

However, after the last incident, they are more inclined to use virtual imaging for electronic meetings, and will not personally attend!”

“That's enough! Can you find them?”

“No problem, as long as the encrypted line is connected, their location can be locked within 30 seconds.”

Qi Shan turned and strode outwards.

“Then it's settled! Aizen, prepare the props, the show is about to begin!”

Aizen smiled, slowly drew out his Zanpakuto from his waist, and with a light flick to the right, three small black balls rolled out, flipped a few times on the ground, and then shattered instantly.

Three bloated Hollows, wearing bone masks, appeared before him.

They seemed to be cheering for the newborn, roaring with their mouths open.

Aizen looked at them calmly and said softly: “Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu!”

The space shattered like a mirror. The church didn't change in the slightest, but the three newborn Hollows suddenly turned into three Level 1 Demons with different styles but unique masks.

“This show is really something to look forward to!”

Washington D.C., the top floor of an ordinary office building, a large number of civil servants wearing black suits, tightly sealed off this place, not allowing anyone to enter or exit.

Once someone is found peeking, the first warning, the second gunshot warning, and the third direct kill!

Some busybodies personally tested it and found that these people were serious, which aroused more people's curiosity.

The office building has eighty-one floors, with dozens of companies leasing it, and thousands of employees.

The usual boring work had long made them bored, and it was not easy to have something new, how could they let it go.

A crowd of them gathered on the windows, constantly looking down.

A harsh sound of brakes, seven or eight black official cars stopped at the door, a large number of bodyguards in black appeared, and slowly walked into the building, surrounding a young man.

“Who is he? So young?”

“Is he a senior executive from that department, or the illegitimate son of a rich man?”

“Could he be the president's son?”

The onlookers whispered, excitedly.