American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Disappeared!”

The moment the main body was exposed to the sun and vanished, the mannequin in front of Qi Shan also collapsed, the black shadow spewing from its mouth instantly dissipating.

He didn't seem surprised.

Qi Shan had already experimented last night when he returned.

As he predicted, the shadow did not grant superpowers.

Qi Shan understood, but was also puzzled.

Why could the Ghost Rider's shadow use hellfire?

And why was it more powerful than the original after transforming?

Could it be that Mephisto's contract implicitly recognized the shadow as Johnny? That's why the shadow could control hellfire?

Qi Shan shook his head.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.

He treated the Ghost Rider as a special case.

However, since shadows couldn't grant superpowers, Qi Shan's plan might need some adjustments.

Qi Shan's eyes flickered as he threw a list on the table.

"Let's start with you!"

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“I believe everyone remembers the charity gala that caused a sensation throughout Central City a week ago, where all of the city's top 50 wealthiest individuals attended.

At the time, our station's reporter predicted that earth-shattering news would definitely occur last night, but due to it being a private gathering, the media was prohibited from entering, so we only received this exciting news today.”

A reporter with radiant blonde hair was reporting with an excited tone.

“In light of the frequent occurrences of superpowered crime, causing great suffering to the people, many successful individuals in Central City have deeply discussed this issue and decided to donate $1 billion to establish the Central City Charity Disaster Relief Foundation.

The foundation's purpose is to strengthen prison construction and update police equipment to ensure that the police have stronger forces to deal with the increasingly bizarre superpowered individuals in today's society.

The foundation will fund a dedicated team to monitor the entire Central City using a mobile network coverage system.

Normally, this system will remain hidden beneath the surface and not be activated, but once an alarm is received, it will connect to the police system and quickly locate the perpetrator.

However, some claim that the true purpose of this foundation is to form a lobbying team to persuade judges and district attorneys to impose severe sentences on criminals.

They attempt to imprison all criminals, returning Central City to a bright and clear world…”

Bang!

A black light flashed, and the TV was turned off.

The Flash's team was somewhat silent.

Cisco spread his hands and said, “These are troubled times! Yo-Kim hasn't been caught yet, and the mysterious, disappearing John Doe is still unresolved. Now, some foundation pops up!

Looks like some tough character is trying to steal our business!”

Joe said, “Although we don't know what their purpose is, they did donate a batch of equipment to the police department, which everyone is happy about.

The Flash shook his head and said, “I don't know, but this opportunity didn't exist before the Flashpoint event!”

Cisco said, “Is there something wrong? Your colleague Julian didn't exist before either, but isn't he doing well now?”

Caitlin shrugged, “If you don't count the chaos he caused before, he's doing quite well indeed!”

Cisco defended, “It wasn't his fault, he was lured by the Alchemist… Barry, where are you going?”

“To investigate this charity foundation!”

Barry said as he transformed into a bolt of lightning and disappeared.

A gust of wind rippled, causing everyone to squint.

Cisco said helplessly, “Okay, it seems he really cares!”

At this moment, Qi Shan was on his way to Blackgate Penitentiary.

The small-time gangsters under his command had transformed into well-dressed bodyguards wearing black sunglasses.

Adding to that the negotiation team and a large number of support staff he had temporarily hired.

The entire team exceeded fifty people.

In front of the prison gate, the newly appointed warden, Sean Burnham, was leading the correctional officers, waiting quietly.

Sean, a member of the Burnham family, had occupied the position of city council president for generations.

If he had been elected as scheduled last year, this generation would have been the third.

Unfortunately, for some inexplicable reason, he lost the election.

His family conducted some activities for him and placed him here at Blackgate Penitentiary, hoping that he could achieve some success and run again.

Sean was also somewhat unconvinced. He believed that his political ideals were still perfect.

Although he was a little chubby and had a round face, wearing a suit, he looked harmless.

But he was truly ruthless. In his opinion, the reason Central City had so much chaos was because the law lacked deterrence.

If the sentencing standards were lowered by a large margin, those who should be imprisoned would be executed directly, those sentenced to two years would be sentenced to twenty, and if the prison was built like an iron bucket, the world would be a better place.

He wanted to achieve this step and, with this glorious political achievement, ascend to the position of mayor of Central City.

The emergence of the charity foundation delighted him.

He was a politician who had been mingling in officialdom for a long time, with a keen sense of smell. Don't look at the charter posted by the charity foundation, seemingly formal and flowery.

But he could still smell the blood in it.

Moreover, with a large number of wealthy individuals standing behind the charity foundation, its influence could be said to be all over the world.

If he could win the support of these people, Sean felt that after serving as mayor, he might be able to try to compete for a state legislator or even a congressman.

Maybe in ten years, he might even be able to walk into the White House.

Therefore, Sean attached great importance to this visit by the charity foundation.

After all, elections require exposure, and the higher the exposure, the more money needs to be spent.

As for the problems within, it was nothing more than the degree of beautification and packaging.

A convoy of vehicles stopped in front of the gate, and a large number of people got out one after another, surrounding a car in the middle.

A burly man respectfully opened the car door, and Qi Shan, wearing a white trench coat, slowly stepped out.

Warden Sean's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over, grabbed Qi Shan's hand, and said enthusiastically, “Welcome, welcome. When I received the notice before, I was stunned for a long time. I didn't expect the helmsman of the charity foundation to be so young. Indeed, a hero emerges at a young age!”

Qi Shan smiled faintly.

“Mr. Burnham is too kind. Although I have the title of helmsman, I am actually just an agent.

Of course, I am unknown in the industry after all, so it is normal for Mr. Burnham not to know me. To prove my identity, 1/3 of the donated funds can be transferred in advance!”