American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Officer! We've forced Wolverine to retreat! However, he doesn't appear to have sustained any fatal injuries. His healing ability is even stronger than what was recorded in the files."

Inside the last small command vehicle, a soldier's eyes widened as he reported with disbelief.

The scene on the monitor earlier had almost made him doubt his own eyes.

Mutants had been disappearing for over 20 years. In his young life, he had never seen a real mutant, only gaining some understanding of them from literature and the idle chatter of older generations.

Today, witnessing Wolverine's abilities firsthand, the first thing that came to his mind were the mutant comic books he had collected at home.

He especially wanted to shout excitedly, 'They're real!'

But his training as a soldier compelled him to report the situation completely.

"Damn it!"

The general slammed his fist against the wall, his face turning ashen. "Send out my orders to seal off this area! Quickly launch the drones and activate the X-gene detection equipment! We absolutely cannot let Wolverine escape!"

This general was burly, with greying hair and a wrinkled face, clearly over 50 years old.

Yet, the army uniform still looked smart and sharp on him.

As the orders were relayed, the troops moved swiftly.

He had never imagined that the Sentinel Services would come so suddenly and aggressively.

Behind a huge water tank, under a canvas-covered shed, Charles and the other three were sitting in an old car, observing the situation outside using a tablet.

Caliban sniffed the air and said, "Logan is still within the encirclement. He should be hiding in the basement and hasn't been discovered by the enemy yet, but it's only a matter of time.

They are sealing off the perimeter. What about us...?"

The Mexican woman hugged Laura, trembling constantly. Her eyes were wide with terror as she repeated in a low voice, "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's okay, don't be afraid!"

Laura held a pretty ball in her hand, her face expressionless.

Having grown up as a test subject, she lacked emotions and didn't understand fear.

The reason she escaped was not only because she instinctively obeyed the nurse's words, but also because of her longing for the outside world.

Charles, however, remained calm. His eyes were fixed on the tablet, his expression relaxed.

This was Professor X, who had seen countless grand scenes in his life, experiencing life-or-death crises more than a dozen times.

Not to mention the number of times he had dealt with the government.

He only glanced at the distribution of the soldiers before directly guessing the commander's intention.

"They want to eliminate us!" Charles said.

"That's not surprising!" Caliban said.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a large operation. The Sentinel Services are coming on strong this time, determined to succeed."

Charles suddenly smiled slightly. "Unfortunately..."

"Unfortunately?" Caliban asked curiously. "Unfortunately what?"

"Unfortunately, someone won't let them get their way."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening explosion came from the front.

Several missiles exploded, sending dust and smoke into the sky, and causing the soldiers to flee in all directions.

A missile exploded in the air, spraying a large number of steel rods, riddling the ground with dense holes.

The figures running below stiffened, and corpses fell to the ground with a patter.

These people looked miserable, riddled with steel rods, almost dying on the spot.

Even the off-road vehicles in the rear were riddled with holes.

Only two troop carriers and the small command vehicle slightly further back remained relatively intact.

Before these three vehicles could react, two armed helicopters appeared in the sky, their large-caliber 30mm aviation cannons aimed directly at the targets on the ground.

Muzzle flashes erupted, and a hail of bullets rained down. In the continuous and crisp sound, the two troop carriers were riddled with holes in just a few seconds.

Perhaps the bullets pierced the fuel tanks because a large amount of oil began to leak from below. A dozen bullets sparked, and with a loud boom, the two transport vehicles exploded directly.

Flames soared and black smoke billowed, turning the peaceful and desolate Mexican border into the Iraqi battlefield in that instant.

Caliban's eyes were about to pop out.

This group of imposing commandos had been completely wiped out in a matter of minutes?

What kind of divine firepower was this?

A convoy of black sedans rushed in through the gate. Dozens of burly men dressed as bodyguards, armed with large-barreled grenade launchers, jumped out and scattered in all directions.

Searching for survivors, delivering coup de grâce, cleaning up corpses; these people coordinated seamlessly and moved quickly.

Eight bodyguards rushed to the command vehicle, surrounding it. One of them shouted, "Listen up, people inside the vehicle! You are surrounded! Surrender your weapons within 30 seconds, put your hands on your heads, and walk out backwards, or we will destroy the vehicle directly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two bodyguards pushed over a honeycomb rocket launcher, adjusted the angle, and aimed the launch port directly at the command vehicle.

Then, someone shouted the countdown loudly: "30, 29, 28..."

Before they finished counting ten, the command vehicle opened its door and a white handkerchief was extended from the crack.

"Don't shoot, we surrender! Please don't shoot!"

The voice trembled slightly, clearly frightened by the overwhelming attack just now.

"No tricks! Hands on your heads! Let us see your feet first! Slowly back out!"

With so many large gun barrels pointed at them, the people inside didn't dare to have any small thoughts.

Two assistants, three equipment personnel, plus the gray-haired general, six people formed a line and orderly backed out.

The bodyguards pounced on them, immediately pressing them to the ground. After quickly searching them, they handcuffed them with steel cuffs as thick as a child's arm.

"I want to see your commander! Who exactly are you people? I am the commander of the Second Operations Battalion of the American Sentinel Services, with the rank of Brigadier General. This operation was explicitly approved by the Mexican government and did not violate any laws. Why are you attacking us?"

The general was still trying to explain something, but Artificial Human No. 30 wouldn't listen to his nonsense, directly punching him unconscious and carrying him away on his shoulder.

The remaining soldiers looked at each other, involuntarily shivering, and wisely kept silent.

After the bodyguards controlled the scene, the last, particularly large, black sedan slowly opened its door, and Qi Shan, wearing a well-tailored suit, slowly walked down.