American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, the three of them were still a little dazed.

Ali suddenly shouted, "Chris Rogers! That woman, yes, that woman is called Chris Rogers."

The expressions on their faces instantly changed, and they hurriedly threw down the cutlery in their hands, grabbed their coats, and rushed out.

The last car sped out, frantically heading towards the Lingang District warehouse area.

Twenty minutes later, with a piercing screech of brakes, the car stopped at the warehouse entrance. The three people quickly jumped out and immediately saw the wide-open rolling shutter door.

"No, no, no! Oh God!" Ali shouted, clutching his head.

Alan's face was ashen. He quickly walked in and circled around. The inside was empty. Over $200,000 worth of goods had vanished.

On a shelf, a familiar business card was placed squarely.

Eli, his face dark, picked it up and crushed it in his palm with gritted teeth.

"Chris Rogers."

The three of them cursed for a while, but there was nothing they could do. They turned around, got in the car, and left.

Everyone was on the phone.

Ali was contacting friends in all areas, searching for Chris Rogers.

Alan didn't believe such a large batch of goods could disappear into thin air and was trying to get someone to pull up the nearby surveillance footage.

Eli was a little calmer.

After all, he came from the Samoan gang and had experienced countless dangers. Although the loss of the firearms made him angry, it wasn't enough to make him lose his mind.

He pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and called William again.

The phone connected quickly, and William's suppressed voice said urgently, "Didn't I tell you not to contact me again?"

"What happened? Why are you so nervous? Were you hiding something just now? What else did the file say?" Eli asked calmly.

"…" William hesitated.

"Tell me!" Eli roared.

The other side was obviously startled and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. This Chris Rogers is simply a ghost. I just made several calls through various channels, but I couldn't find this person.

This woman has special forces training and specifically targets arms dealers.

There are over nine recorded cases. In these nine cases, all the arms dealers and corrupt cops involved were arrested, without exception. Did you hear what I said? Without exception!

I now suspect that this Chris Rogers was sent out by the CIA to specifically clean up the underground black market.

So, don't call me again, okay?"

Then, the phone hung up with a 'snap'.

Eli was even more decisive. He simply threw away the phone.

An hour later, a medium-sized cargo plane took off from a private airport.

The backyard of Tom's Bar.

Tom hung up the phone, looked at Qi Shan with a smile, and held out his palm: "He ran away."

Qi Shan shrugged: "Maybe he will use all channels to investigate this woman, Chris Rogers."

"Let him investigate a non-existent ghost, that'll keep him busy."

Tom shook his head and looked at Qi Shan meaningfully: "Give him an invisible enemy and let his imagination run wild.

Including former competitors, hidden avengers, ambitious legal professionals who want to bring him to justice, or foreign agents who want to drag him down. It could be anyone. His only option is to disappear."

Tom clicked his tongue and praised: "A classic solution, it could be written into textbooks."

"So, where's my car?" Qi Shan said with a smile.

"Didn't you drive it away last night?"

"Go to hell. You think you can get rid of me with just a truck? At least a Porsche convertible, I want silver-white!"

Tom shook his head: "Considering you got me 200,000 in firearms for free, I'll prepare two for you."

Just then, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky. The two looked up and saw that it was already covered in dark clouds, and it looked like it was about to rain.

Tom's smiling face immediately turned gloomy: "That's just great, there's still a big hole in the roof of the bar."

Qi Shan laughed: "You can put a swimming pool underneath!"

He waved his hand and turned to leave.

He still had a whole magic book to read and didn't have time to waste here.

A simple event, a small test of skill. He used three spells in total, and the effects were very good.

First of all, the sparrow that was mind-controlled retained its self-awareness completely, and its brain was soaked in dark energy, which was improved to some extent.

If it were an ordinary bird, it would definitely not be able to understand such complex commands.

The second spell, Transformation, was a physical transformation and not an illusion.

A small spell, nothing to say.

The third spell, Soul Possession, was a little interesting.

He would go back and study it to see if there was an upgraded version.

At this time, the heavy rain was pouring down. Qi Shan was just about to turn on the windshield wipers when he saw Supergirl carrying a woman slowly descending in front of him, followed by a bolt of lightning that struck Supergirl's head.

The two of them shook violently in front of Qi Shan, and then fainted together on the ground.

The surrounding people were stunned. Alex hurried over from the side, shouting to disperse the onlookers.

She went forward to check and found that both of them were unconscious.

She directly raised her badge and shouted loudly to Qi Shan: "FBI, I'm now requisitioning your car to save people, come and help."

Qi Shan touched his nose innocently and smiled bitterly in his heart: "Damn, you're everywhere, aren't you annoying?"

He sighed helplessly, pushed the door open, and walked out.

"Alex."

"Mike, it's you, come and help." Alex was a little surprised and happy.

Qi Shan helped her put the two of them in the back seat, then drove straight to the nearest hospital.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, and, sure enough, as expected, Livewire.

"I remember Supergirl lost her powers, didn't she?"

"The bureau has yellow sunlight lamps, and she'll recover in 24 hours!"

"A rechargeable player, if it's convenient."

After chatting for a few words, they didn't say much more.

Alex called ahead to notify them, and when the car arrived at the hospital entrance, there were already beds waiting.

The orderlies hurriedly put Livewire on the bed. Just as they were about to pull Supergirl, Supergirl suddenly raised her head. She was awake.

"It's you, thank you."

Supergirl recognized Qi Shan and nodded.

Qi Shan shrugged: "It was just a coincidence. By the way, have you found Piccolo Jr.?"

Supergirl said solemnly: "Not yet. Now the experts in the bureau suspect that the egg has hatched, and the newborn Demon King Piccolo is hiding."

"That's troublesome. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Qi Shan thought to himself that the needle was still a needle that had disappeared, so it would be a miracle to find it.

"We can only prepare early. There's no other way."

After saying that, Supergirl turned her head and said something to Alex, and then soared into the sky.

"Do you want me to take you back?"

Alex said: "No need, a car will pick me up later."

Qi Shan nodded, waved his hand, started the car, and left.

In the next few days, Qi Shan was studying black magic.

He found that this thing was really dark.

At least 1/3 of the magic was related to curses.

There were things like delay, rot, injury, pain, and despair, which were considered more orthodox, and there were also very funny ones.

Like the fart curse, the long tongue curse, and the smelly feet curse.

Qi Shan laughed for a while.

Of course, there were also particularly awesome ones, like the immortality curse and the godhood curse.

Of course, the god here was probably referring to the King of Worlds.

The dazzling array of magic opened Qi Shan's eyes, and he also found the upgraded version of the Possession magic, Puppet Manipulation.

The name was scary, but it was actually similar to the multi-line operation of a game character.

Moreover, you could set fixed actions for each character, just like in a game, pressing F1 would trigger a big move, and pressing F2 would trigger another big move.

It felt quite simple.

It was just that adapting to opening multiple windows at the same time was not so easy.

Moreover, the number of controllable puppets depended on the degree of brain development.

Otherwise, there would be the side effect of magical energy backflow.

Of course, the side effects should be ineffective for Qi Shan.

But even so, Qi Shan could vaguely sense that he could only control a maximum of 12 at this stage.

This already made him very satisfied.

He put down the magic book and looked at the watch.

It was exactly 12 midnight.

The smoke font arrived as scheduled.

[The third invasion will begin in one day.]

Then the smoke font dissipated naturally.

"Only one day left? I wonder which big shot will come out this time."

Speaking of which, Qi Shan was somewhat uneasy.

The second invasion brought out Demon King Piccolo. Who knew if the next time would directly bring out Frieza?

If this big shot came out, he would probably blow up the earth in the first place.

Qi Shan didn't feel sorry for the people on Earth, but he really didn't have the confidence to survive in a vacuum.

Even if his special physical fitness could guarantee his survival.

Floating in the dark and boundless universe, the feeling would definitely not be good.

He shook his head and threw the distracting thoughts out of his mind.

The system was the boss. He couldn't control it. What was the point of thinking so much? Since fate couldn't be resisted, he might as well lie down and enjoy it.

Anyway, the tall ones would hold up the sky if it fell.

Wasn't there Superman?

Wasn't there a parallel space?

Wasn't there a great universe will?

"Tomie, it's time!"

He called out, and Tomie obediently walked over.

At this time, she was wearing a red sleepwear set, with a flame printed on her chest wearing sunglasses, grinning, and making a contemptuous gesture. It had a bit of a postmodern feel.

Qi Shan stretched out his right hand and covered Tomie's little head. A blue light gradually appeared, and a suction force suddenly came from the palm of his hand, and an extremely dark malice was sucked into Qi Shan's body like the Yangtze River, quickly transforming into golden energy.

After a full three minutes, this滔滔malice gradually dried up.

And Qi Shan also had a ping-pong ball-sized liquid golden energy in his body.

Looking at Tomie's more obedient eyes, Qi Shan stroked her smooth hair.

Maybe... it's time to increase the number.