American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In the villa's dining room, two burly men with scorpion tattoos on their heads sat across from Qi Shan, scrutinizing him with critical eyes.

"So, you're the successor to old Barry?"

Qi Shan leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.

A cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling upwards.

Behind him, two bear-like bodyguards exerted considerable pressure on the other men.

"I have no interest in wasting words with you. I don't even look at your goods, and wouldn't stoop to tricks that would ruin my reputation.

If you trust old Barry, we'll continue to cooperate. If you don't, feel free to find another way."

The two men exchanged a glance.

One of them said, "Price?"

The two men stood up, placed a black briefcase on the table, and turned to leave.

One bodyguard followed them out, while the other inspected the briefcase and then opened it, turning towards Qi Shan.

Qi Shan glanced at it and waved his hand.

Nothing surprising, just some white powdery substance mixed with small crystals.

"Number 30, take this stuff to transport plane number 1. Tonight, activate the optical cloaking and radar jamming devices, and make a delivery as planned. Oh, and! The shipping company will depart along the normal route, place some personnel, and prepare a little gift for our restless little friends!"

"Understood!"

The bodyguard picked up the briefcase and turned to leave.

Qi Shan lazily reclined in his swivel chair, his gaze calm.

Old Barry's small business didn't require Qi Shan to personally handle it.

Alice, with the help of the artificial human squad, had taken care of it in just over two hours.

Previously, sweeping up the small-time drug dealers had yielded about six or seven million in funds. He gave the old man five million and arranged for a plane to send him and his young wife to Belgium.

With this money, plus the old man's own savings and his shrewd scheming, his later years should be quite comfortable.

Upon realizing that the current force was too powerful for him to resist, old Barry relaxed instead.

He was no longer penniless, with only a worthless life to his name.

Instead, he was wealthy and wanted to escape the quagmire.

Without Qi Shan's help, being in the whirlpool of the mire, dying peacefully would be a luxury.

Despite old Barry's apparent success, with people fawning over him, a beautiful wife, and a luxurious mansion, giving him considerable influence.

He certainly woke up in the middle of the night in fright quite often.

He had dreamed more than once that someone would suddenly break in and gun him down.

The older one is in the game, the smaller the courage, he had long wanted to wash his feet and get ashore.

Realizing that Qi Shan didn't want his life, he immediately sensed that this was a rare opportunity.

One side was willing, and the other was interested.

With tacit understanding, the two sides hit it off.

In just two days, Qi Shan became old Barry's successor and gained some reputation in the Mexican underworld.

This was precisely Qi Shan's goal.

As the master of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the Marvel world, the true mastermind behind the world's chaos, money was no different from waste paper to Qi Shan.

The reason he spent the effort to acquire such an identity was simply to have a legitimate excuse to participate in the upcoming storyline.

Unlike his previous transmigrations, this time Qi Shan had come to play.

Without the pressure of missions, he could relax as he pleased.

A bodyguard walked in.

"Boss, we've found the target!"

"Oh? What's their location?"

"Old Barry's gas station!"

The bodyguard placed a small device on the table, which projected three beams of light, creating a light screen in the air.

On the screen, several car thieves were beating up a drunk.

These guys were obviously ruthless, using guns and daggers without any regard, attacking the other person's body.

The staggering drunk, after dodging several times, seeing that these people were relentless, finally got angry. He flung his hands out, and three sharp claws slowly extended from his knuckles.

After a fight that seemed to have a pattern, yet also seemed like a wild flurry of punches, the thugs lay dead on the ground, and the remaining two were scared out of their wits, hurriedly jumped into a beat-up van, and sped away.

The drunk staggered two steps, then woodenly gave up.

He was breathing heavily, his face flushed with a sickly red, his body covered in wounds, blood seeping out little by little.

Qi Shan raised his hand, freezing the screen on the drunk's face.

"It really is him!"

Looking at this familiar face, Qi Shan slowly stood up, "Prepare the car, we're leaving!"

The bodyguard nodded and went out first.

A few minutes later, a row of black sedans stopped in front of the villa. Qi Shan walked out of the villa and went straight to the middle car.

Then the convoy started and slowly disappeared at the end of the road.

The villa's large iron gate slowly closed, and two bodyguards, two meters tall, stood calmly on both sides, guarding the courtyard like iron towers.

This was specially modified, the back seat was very spacious, with mini wine cabinets and mini refrigerators embedded on the left and right sides, containing some luxury drinks that ordinary people could hardly reach.

Qi Shan had no interest in these. He was looking down and fiddling with a tablet computer, on which was mutant data compiled by Alice at great expense.

From this report, it can be seen that the government has always promoted mutants as a stubborn disease and has initially completed the suppression through genetic agents.

A long time ago, the government secretly promoted genetically modified food crops, directly stifling mutant newborns through an obscure channel.

In addition, the Sentinel Services blatantly arrested mutants, the military conducted a large number of inhuman experiments, and with the passage of time.

The surviving older generation of mutants in this world should not exceed one hundred.

A mere hundred people, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had more than that number back then.

"One hundred people? If the plan goes smoothly, that should be enough!"

Qi Shan threw the tablet aside.

Originally, with Qi Shan's forces, he wouldn't care about these lingering mutants.

After all, whether it's artificial humans or Arrancar, their combat power is much stronger than that of mutants.

But the newly acquired 48 Teigu cannot resonate with artificial humans.

According to the original setting, only matching phases can activate the power of the Teigu.

Instead of returning to the Marvel world and searching like a needle in a haystack, it's better to customize them directly.

He believed that Dr. Gero's technology, after obtaining the special X-gene spectrum and related technologies, would definitely meet Qi Shan's requirements.

Of course, before that, Qi Shan was going to give the remaining mutants a chance to change their destiny.