American Comics: BOSS Invasion

At a street corner cafe, on a building almost submerged by a mudslide, customers and waiters crowded onto a small platform, below which was a torrent of flowing floodwaters.

They witnessed cars being crushed and deformed, and heard many muffled cries for help, but all things were powerless before the mudslide.

They shivered and closed their eyes in prayer.

A thick fog filled the air, visibility was less than ten meters, their nerves were taut, and their sensitive emotions were perhaps hidden with great effort, resulting in a superficial calm.

But regardless of appearances, they had become startled birds, and the slightest disturbance would cause their emotions to erupt immediately.

Rosanne looked somewhat dazed. Too much had happened today, and she was no longer sure if what was happening now was reality or a dream.

She lowered her head in a daze, intending to continue searching for her shadow, but for some reason, she fell into memories, recalling the year she was 17.

That year, they fell in love.

She waited for him under the big tree, even when it rained heavily, even when he was very late, she kept waiting.

Hoping for, and dreaming of, a happy future for them both.

However, things never turn out as one wishes. When he appeared again, he seemed like a different person. Under her expectant gaze, he silently passed by, without turning his head or offering any explanation.

She was stood up, by the man she loved.

It was from that moment that she understood why people say love is bitter. Because it really is bitter.

From then on, the two of them lost contact.

Rosanne occasionally saw Johnny on television, watching him challenge himself time and time again, watching him steadily climb to the peak of his career.

Watching him engage in extreme sports that no one dared to imagine, as if he were seeking death. Every week, people were certain he would fail, but Johnny's existence seemed to be to slap those people in the face, completing impossible challenges time and time again, walking on the edge of life and death.

She never had the courage to look for him again.

If it weren't for the television station's assignment, she might never have met this man again in her life.

By a twist of fate, the two finally met again.

But what she didn't expect was that, almost twenty years later, Johnny suddenly asked her out again.

His attitude was very sincere, as if he wanted to apologize.

Thinking this, she nodded.

She especially wanted to understand the reason for what happened back then, she just wanted an explanation.

But why? Why was it like this again?

After waiting alone for an hour at the appointed place tonight, she knew that she had been stood up again.

It was simply unacceptable to her.

What exactly went wrong?

Her mind was in a mess. Before she could figure out this question, another scene suddenly popped into her mind.

The giant with a height of five meters, the huge scissors, the ferocious smile on his face, and her shadow being taken away.

The panic at the time, the fleeing in all directions, that strange and crazy smile, that act of treating humans like toys, he was... a demon from hell!

She lowered her head slightly, as if to confirm.

That's right, the shadow had indeed disappeared!

Oh God! What have I done wrong?

Rosanne looked dazed.

She didn't even hear the suppressed exclamations of the people around her.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded.

However, such a gentle young man frightened everyone around him into not daring to move.

Because... he was actually standing in the air out of nowhere.

"You... who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"This question is a bit complicated to explain. I'll explain it to you in detail later. For now, please come with me! Johnny is in a bit of trouble and might need your care!"

Rosanne covered her mouth in surprise.

"Don't even think about it! You demon!"

Before she could speak, the waiter next to her rushed over, holding a short gun in his hand, his eyes revealing fear and resentment, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Qi Shan even suspected that he would drop the gun in the next second!

The waiter stared at Qi Shan, his chest heaving with rapid breaths, his emotions extremely agitated.

Clearly, Qi Shan was the last straw that broke his already collapsing nerves.

Looking at his appearance, he probably couldn't control himself anymore.

Qi Shan didn't even raise his eyelids, pointed at the waiter with his hand, and said lightly: "Binding Art Number One, Sai!"

The waiter immediately brought his hands and feet together, as if bound by an invisible force.

The pistol fell directly from his hand, and he opened his mouth in panic to shout, but at the same time as opening his mouth, something seemed to be stuffed into it.

He couldn't make a sound at all, and could only make a muffled sound through his nose.

The simple trick not only startled the several men who were eager to try, but even Rosanne shrank back, with a bit more panic in her eyes.

Qi Shan said helplessly: "Miss, I'm trying to show goodwill, don't let our efforts be in vain, okay? Think of Johnny, he needs your help!"

The reappearance of the two words 'Johnny' seemed to give Rosanne a little courage.

She took a deep breath and said: "You... what did you do to Johnny? What exactly do you want?"

Qi Shan shook his head: "Okay, I shouldn't have wasted words with you from the beginning."

Rosanne instinctively felt uneasy: "You..."

Qi Shan's figure flashed and disappeared directly.

The air wave exploded, stirring up the surrounding haze.

After the waiter's body stiffened for a few seconds, he sat up, moved his hands and feet, and after a few seconds of slight daze, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he turned his head and said: "Great, he gave up! Are you okay, Miss..."

Before he could finish speaking, the waiter was stunned again.

The place where Rosanne was, was already empty...

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I don't know how long it took, but Johnny woke up from his coma.

His head ached violently, there seemed to be a ball of fire burning in his chest, his mouth was dry, and his throat, even his entire body, was craving moisture.

He stretched his hand towards the bedside table, hurriedly rummaging through it, but unfortunately, apart from a pile of sundries, there was nothing to replenish moisture.

"Here!"

Along with a gentle voice, a large jar full of water was delivered to his eyes.

Johnny grabbed it, not even caring who handed it over, and picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the jar, wiping his mouth, he looked up and was about to thank him, but he widened his eyes in surprise.

"Rosanne? Why are you here?" Johnny said in surprise.

Rosanne sat aside with a smile, without speaking.

Johnny covered his head, recalling with some pain.

"I'm sorry, I had some things happen last night, I didn't mean to break the appointment! I know this isn't the first time, but...

I'm sorry, I don't know how to express my apology, but I can't make up for what happened last night.

Can you give me another chance..."

Speaking of this, he paused, Johnny seemed to recall what happened last night, his face changed slightly, and the topic changed directly.

"Something's not right, Rosanne, why are you here?"

He finally realized that something was wrong.

"I'm the one who brought her here!"