American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Interview, me?"

Qi Shan found it a bit funny, not even looking at where this place was.

"Of course, you don't mind if I record this, do you?"

Cat Grant generously took out her phone, opened the recording interface, and even showed it to Qi Shan before placing the phone aside, her lips slightly curved, full of confidence.

"I want to know, where did you get the information you just mentioned? Why do you know such detailed information? What's going on with the anti-space? Who are you? More importantly, what exactly is this place? Why would Supergirl appear here? …What does your finger mean? Telling me to look behind me."

Cat Grant turned her head and saw Director John had returned at some point, now standing behind her with his arms crossed, not saying a word.

"Miss Grant, please come with me for a moment, I have some things to discuss with you."

Cat Grant frowned slightly. "Half an hour later, I'm currently in an interview. You wouldn't be trying to tell me that this is a secret base and interviews aren't allowed, would you?"

While speaking, Cat Grant also looked at Qi Shan.

"Unfortunately, you guessed right."

"Don't forget, I'm Cat Grant, I know more than half of the congressmen in the entire Republic, including the president. Not to mention the Harvard Alumni Association, are you sure?"

The implicit threat made Director John's mouth twitch slightly, and he said indifferently, "Please come with me."

Cat Grant was a little surprised, then stood up and said, "Since you insist, alright. I hope it's not a tedious confidentiality procedure, you know I've already had a bad enough day today, I don't want to see any more documents."

After speaking, without waiting for Director John to reply, she said to Qi Shan, "Stay here and don't go anywhere, I'll probably need five minutes."

Good heavens, the upper class are indeed confident enough, not even intimidated by law enforcement.

Qi Shan remained noncommittal.

Cat Grant grabbed her phone and followed Director John away.

Naturally, Qi Shan had no intention of waiting for her. He picked up the ice cream in front of him, tore open the lid, and slowly walked into the strategic hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, everyone was busy.

On the large screen, surveillance satellites were executing a specific search program, scanning the entire city over and over again.

Alex was in central command, Supergirl was nowhere to be seen, it seemed she couldn't help but run out to look for him herself.

Behind him, two medical personnel pushed a hospital bed past. Qi Shan glanced at it and saw that it was indeed the Electro Girl who had already died. Looking at the large Y-shaped incision on her chest, as well as the obvious pale marks from multiple penetrating wounds on her body.

"Okay, I'll have someone send you."

Director John nodded, then raised his hand and called over a special operations team member, giving a simple instruction.

"Next time you call me, try not to be after 2 AM. It's tiring, okay?"

Qi Shan waved his hand and left directly, without even saying hello to Alex.

Director John's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't say a word.

On the way back to the International City apartment, just as he got out of the car, he saw a figure suddenly fly across the sky, heading straight for two blocks away, followed by a faint rumble.

Feeling the slight tremor of the ground, Qi Shan shrugged, greeted the special operations driver, and turned to go upstairs.

The two special operations team members in the car did not leave, moving the car to a parking space and turning off the engine.

Now Qi Shan is an important source of information, so naturally he needs someone to protect him.

Whether it's protection or surveillance, Qi Shan doesn't care.

If they really want to do something, compared to Qi Shan's methods, these ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect it.

The reason for not expressing dissent is just to avoid being too conspicuous.

He slightly sensed Hidan's location.

It's actually in the east, then who is fighting Supergirl in the front?

Who cares who it is? What does it have to do with me? I should continue to experiment with the remaining dozens of spells. Judging from the progress of the model adjustment, perhaps there will be results before dawn.

Two blocks away, Hidan and Supergirl were in a fierce battle.

The large scythe flew in the sky, advancing, retreating, chopping, and slashing, flexible and free, like a living thing.

At the other end of the rope, Hidan held on tightly, waving it up and down, with anger on his face.

"Damn it, woman, stop dodging around, let Grandpa cut you once."

Supergirl dodged the blade and kicked the Bloodscythe away.

"Surrender, Hidan, you can't escape."

As she spoke, she shot out scorching rays from her eyes.

Hidan took a step back, waving the scythe even faster.

If Qi Shan saw the scene of these two fighting, he would probably laugh out loud.

Although Hidan is a master of taijutsu, with great strength, fast speed, and an immortal body.

Unfortunately, he can't fly, and the scythe is his only mid-range attack method.

Although the Death Possession Blood spell is bizarre and peculiar, it is guaranteed death upon being hit.

But the premise for triggering it is only the opponent's blood.

Supergirl had personally seen how Electro Girl died in Hidan's hands, and through Qi Shan, she had learned detailed information about Hidan, knowing that the other party possessed a special energy in his body, attached to this strange scythe, which could very likely break through her steel body.

Naturally, she didn't dare to risk getting close, and could only choose to entangle him with long-range attacks, scorching heat vision or freezing breath.

So when these two fought, one was like a whip swatting flies, and the other was like a hammer smashing cockroaches, neither could do anything to the other.

Only attacks that missed hit the ground and nearby buildings.

Directly turning a civilized world into a wasteland style.

Fortunately, Supergirl had backup support. Just ten minutes after the two were deadlocked, two convoys surrounded the street from the front and back.

A large number of special operations teams carrying heavy weapons emerged, dispersed at the fastest speed, and opened fire without saying a word.

The flames flickered, and the sound of gunfire roared into one.

The metal storm raged, almost instantly turning Hidan in the middle into a sieve.

Transparent holes appeared one after another, and blood flowed freely.