American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In this world, energy represents money. Which Russian oligarch, American consortium, or Middle Eastern tycoon didn't rise to power on fuel?

In any country, being able to afford a gas station means you're not short on cash.

Old Barry was no exception.

However, his gas station was built from the ground up, starting from his younger days, when he risked his life running smuggling operations to earn big money.

Once you're in the game, you can't help yourself. Once you step into this quagmire and pull gold out of the sewer, it's not so easy to wash your hands clean.

Old Barry had tried for many years, but he still couldn't get the mud off his legs.

But this is Mexico, and having a foot in the dark provides better security. Moreover, as he got older, his reputation, passed down by word of mouth, made Old Barry's business better and better.

This day, having just sent out a batch of goods and made a fortune, he was in a good mood and planned to go home, pick up his 26-year-old wife, and order a celebratory dinner.

He got out of the car at the villa entrance, unaware of the danger lurking. He picked up his suitcase and walked in slowly.

He bypassed the front hall pool and entered the living room through the French windows.

The curtains blocked the light, making the room somewhat dim.

Old Barry turned on the light. A well-dressed young man was reclining on the sofa, playing with a silver fork in his hand, looking at him with a playful expression.

Old Barry was startled and took a subconscious step back, quickly trying to reach for the gun under his arm.

Click!

With a sound of impact, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple.

The familiar smell of gun oil and the special feeling of the round muzzle made him raise his hands immediately.

The bodyguard reached out and pulled the gun from under his arm.

Old Barry didn't dare to move at all. He looked at Qi Shan and said, "Sir, whatever you want, just take it. Please don't hurt me."

Qi Shan raised his chin. "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Money! $200,000 U.S. dollars!"

Old Barry handed the suitcase to the bodyguard without hesitation.

He glanced at the physiques of the two white men out of the corner of his eye, secretly shocked.

He hadn't seen people as strong as bears for many years.

What is the background of this young man?

"I'm not interested in money. The reason I'm looking for you is because you're old enough and experienced enough."

Old Barry understood. "What do you want to ask? I'll tell you anything I can!"

His words were already very sincere.

After all, most of the people he dealt with in this business were drug lords who killed without blinking an eye and valued money above all else.

Once some information was leaked, it wouldn't just be him who died.

Qi Shan naturally understood what he meant, but he didn't care.

Qi Shan didn't care whether Americans were killed by drugs.

"I've been collecting some information online recently. It's hard to tell what's true and what's false, and it's obvious that people at the government level have intervened and done cover-up work.

Data mining takes a long time. I'm not a patient person. I think it's more reliable to ask than to wait for the investigation results."

Qi Shan slowly sat up straight and said indifferently, "Have you heard of Iron Man?"

Old Barry was stunned. "What?"

"Superheroes?" Old Barry's expression was strange. "Do you mean the X-Men who disbanded ten years ago?"

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Tell me about the X-Men in detail!"

"There's not much to say, they're just some mutants."

Old Barry said, "Decades ago, the government implemented a genetically modified food program, directly incorporating drugs targeting mutants into the food.

This drug is not harmful to ordinary people, it only strengthens genes and prevents sudden mutations.

But for mutants, this food is quite unfriendly. I heard that it's actually a trace amount of inhibitor. Every bite of food you eat is like taking another dose of medicine.

Over time, mutants either regress into ordinary people or suffer from various side effects and diseases. After decades, almost all of them are dead!"

Old Barry shook his head. "I heard that the Sentinel Services of the American government has been hunting down the remaining mutants.

But that was many years ago. Old Barry is old and doesn't have the energy to care about so much.

He's content to barely hold on to this territory in front of his door and occasionally earn some extra money."

So that's how it is. Is it this plane?

As soon as a few key pieces of information came out, Qi Shan immediately reacted.

This is actually the plane of The Death of Wolverine.

This plane is just a small branch in the future of the mutant multiverse.

It mainly tells the story of the government's conspiracy succeeding, with mutants around the world beginning to die in large numbers. By 2029, mutants are like a disease that has been completely overcome.

They only exist in historical records or idle talk, and young people don't have a clear concept of mutants.

"So that's how it is!" Qi Shan nodded.

"I've answered the question. What are you going to do with me?" Old Barry said frankly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Old Barry smiled. "Young man, don't think that I'm just holed up in a corner of Mexico. You can't imagine what I've experienced before. For example, having a gun pointed at my head, even being tied to a bomb, or being thrown into a shark tank, it's not like it hasn't happened before.

I've lived to such an old age, not by begging bitterly.

It's not uncommon to be afraid, but if you really want to kill me, I have a request!"

Qi Shan raised his chin. "Speak!"

"My wife, she's just an ordinary person, and she's still young. If it's not related in any way, if possible, let her go."

When Old Barry spoke, his eyes were full of tenderness, and it was obvious that he loved his wife very much.

Qi Shan was a little surprised, but he also felt it was reasonable.

Most people in the dark yearn for the light.

Looking at Old Barry, whose arms were already covered with age spots and whose white hair was sparse, Qi Shan felt a little goodwill towards him.

He pondered slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm just asking for some information, there's no need to be so tragic. However, I want the shipping company under your name and the connections you've made in business over the years. I won't let you suffer, five million U.S. dollars!"

Qi Shan raised his hand, and the bodyguard carried out a comatose blonde woman and placed her on the sofa.

Old Barry smiled bitterly. "Do I have the right to refuse?"

Qi Shan smiled. "A wise choice!"