American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Captain Cold ducked his head to avoid it, grabbing his gun and firing upwards in a volley.

A snapping sound echoed as the cyborg's neck twisted a full 180 degrees.

Captain Cold examined the cyborg with amusement, saying, "You've got a lot of style!"

The cyborg's outfit was truly an eyesore.

Tight leggings on the lower half, with a large, bulging mass between the legs, and only two suspender-like straps covering the upper body, draped over the shoulders.

It looked bizarre and somewhat sexy.

"Heh, this kind of force is a welcome change! The thrill of snapping a neck, I haven't felt this in ages!"

Captain Cold squinted, seemingly reminiscing about his glorious past.

Just then, the cyborg whose neck had been snapped moved again.

Its pale mask remained fixed on Captain Cold, and a cracking sound was heard.

The cyborg used its own hands to twist its neck another 180 degrees.

Its neck was now completely contorted into a pretzel shape, but the cyborg seemed oblivious, swiftly lunging forward once more.

The cyborg's hands were both iron claws, incredibly sharp, and even a slight graze against the armored vehicle's edge sliced off a thick piece of metal.

Captain Cold's eyelids twitched wildly at the sight, and he no longer dared to be careless, continuously firing his ice gun.

Although the cyborg was agile and incredibly fast, it was still no match for Captain Cold.

After only a single exchange, Captain Cold had figured out the cyborg's movements.

Subsequently, a beam of icy light shot out, instantly freezing it into an ice sculpture.

Captain Cold launched a flying kick, shattering the ice sculpture into pieces, scattering the cyborg's body all over the ground!

Before he could even catch his breath, three more cyborgs suddenly jumped out from behind him.

They had modified various weapons onto their hands, ambushing him from blind spots.

Captain Cold blocked a couple of attacks, then fired his gun, directly freezing a cyborg's head.

The cyborg fell straight to the ground, its head shattering into pieces, and a torrent of blood gushed out.

The death of their comrade had no effect on the other two cyborgs.

They even seized the opportunity while the other was distracted, suddenly closing in and detonating themselves without hesitation.

Captain Cold never expected the opponent to have such a dirty trick up their sleeves, and with a wide-eyed expression, he was engulfed in the explosion.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the ice gun was blasted into two pieces, the handle spinning and flying into the wasteland by the roadside, while the gun barrel directly pierced the armored vehicle's exterior.

It punched a hole straight through the five-centimeter thick armor.

The sudden explosion startled everyone in the Tomorrow Squad.

Mr. Fashion stood by the roadside, feeling the oncoming heat, admiring the explosion that expanded to a diameter of dozens of meters, a look of satisfaction on his face.

It was as if he had completed some kind of ritual, his entire being radiating joy from the inside out.

"We took one down! Mr. Fashion!"

A young woman wearing an off-the-shoulder top and black stockings squatted on the ground, one hand pressed against the ground, while the other supported a giant ear, reporting with a smile.

Mr. Fashion chuckled, "Be careful, my enhanced soldiers are both fashionable and troublesome, don't mistake them for ordinary humans, or you'll die a very ugly death!"

Heatwave descended from the thick smoke, pushing out a huge fireball directly at Mr. Fashion with both hands.

"So, you're the one causing trouble!"

Heatwave was emotionally charged, the flames on his body constantly expanding and shrinking.

The others also wore expressions of disbelief.

They were very clear on how troublesome Captain Cold was.

He could contend with Flash, even making the speedster suffer more than once, and being a supervillain himself, how could he die so easily?

Heatwave and Captain Cold were often inseparable, their relationship somewhat complicated, not quite friendship, not quite partnership.

They cooperated very well in action, but they didn't hold back when fighting each other.

Heatwave had never imagined that one day Captain Cold would die in front of him, and in such a heroic way.

He was completely stunned.

In the instant the flames extinguished, a large number of cyborgs swarmed forward, various sharp weapons appearing in their hands, seemingly wanting to finish him off in an instant.

Swish!

A flash of blade light, two heads tumbled in the air, a torrent of blood sprayed, scattering everywhere on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Heatwave had been dragged several meters away by Sarah.

At this moment, her face was full of seriousness, holding a steel saber in her left hand, still stained with blood, and an M14 in her right hand, continuously firing at the Fashion Squad.

The scene was a chaotic mess.

The Tomorrow Squad, who had been as impressive as movie stars in the prison transport hijacking operation, had become a group being bullied in the blink of an eye.

Compared to the others, Sarah did not have any special powers.

However, the training from the Assassin's League allowed her to skillfully use any weapon.

With a saber and a gun in hand, killing these ordinary cyborgs was effortless.

The bullets seemed to have eyes, each gunshot representing a cyborg being shot between the eyebrows, their corpses falling to the ground.

Heatwave was stunned, subconsciously whistling, "Nice work!"

"Indeed, although they are enemies, one must admit that this young lady is incredibly powerful!"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind, startling the two.

Sarah turned around and fired a shot, followed by a ding, sparks flying, and the bullet head ricocheting away.

A few steps away, a young man wearing a tricorn hat and a flat-shouldered waistcoat was looking at them with a gentle expression.

His medium-length choppy hair, three-dimensional features, and delicate, petite glasses on the bridge of his nose gave him the feeling of a 17th-century British nobleman.

He had his hands behind his back, as if he were a strictly trained aristocratic butler.

He had actually flicked away the bullet with his fingers, what incredible eyesight and speed.

Sarah's vigilance reached its peak.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you attacking us?"

The young man did not answer, he smiled, "My name is Toby, I hope to have a one-on-one duel with this young lady."

As soon as he finished speaking, two scimitars appeared in his hands.

Moving like a rabbit, he leaped up, spinning like a top, slashing towards Sarah.

Sarah subconsciously dropped the M14, holding the steel saber with both hands to block the downward-chopping scimitars, a large patch of sparks erupting.

The slight reaction force of the two weapons colliding actually caused the young man to rotate 180 degrees in the air, his legs kicking straight towards Sarah's face.

Sarah was shocked, forcefully using her strength to push the opponent directly into the air.

"Die, bastard!"

At this time, Heatwave finally reacted, he laughed wildly, raised his gun, and the flames scorched half the sky.