American Comics: BOSS Invasion

With a crash, the door was ripped off and flew far away in everyone's sight, smashing into a pit hundreds of meters away like a shooting star, sending dust flying everywhere.

The rumbling sound echoed, and the ground trembled slightly.

A strangely dressed man in a large white robe, with a rhombus pattern on his back containing the Chinese character 'Twelve,' appeared directly in the sight of the group.

His eyes, like soybeans, were devoid of emotion, and his voice was strange and cold as he said.

“Your Excellency Archbishop, my research is at a critical stage. I am using supervillain souls and rare materials like demons to create a new Hollow, which is currently being tested. Why did you suddenly summon me here?”

In the eyes of Charles and the others, this strange man's attitude was very bad. If they were in a superior-subordinate relationship, it could even be called provocation.

Qi Shan didn't take it to heart and said, “Their bodies have a slight problem. I know you have many strange potions there. See if there are any suitable ones to help them adjust a bit!”

The strange man didn't even move his eyes and said coldly, “Treating humans? Am I hearing things, Your Excellency Archbishop? These inferior research materials are not qualified to use the potions I developed!”

Wolverine punched the table, and with a cracking sound, a large hole appeared, followed by small sparks of electricity.

He had obviously forgotten that the table was just disguised as a large electronic device, which couldn't withstand Wolverine's punch!

Caliban patted Wolverine, then gave Charles a look, and Charles nodded slightly.

It could be confirmed that this strange man was not a mutant, but what was the energy he unconsciously emitted all about?

He was more concerned about this, and he wasn't very concerned about the strange man's attitude of not taking them seriously.

With his rich life experience, this kind of trivial matter could no longer cause emotional fluctuations in him.

Ignoring his attitude, Qi Shan introduced with a light smile, “The captain of my Twelfth Division, the head of the Technology Development Bureau, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, is skilled in biological modification, a master of human body repair, and a master of technology research and development.”

Charles and Wolverine's expressions turned somber.

Caliban couldn't track him, so it was clear that the other party was not a mutant.

But if he wasn't a mutant, yet he clearly possessed powerful strength, it seemed that what the other party said might be true.

But, that was only a possibility.

“Although Mayuri Kurotsuchi is arrogant, his skills are undeniable. If he says the physical repair potion is effective, it definitely will be! If you're interested…”

Qi Shan smiled, not finishing his words.

The meaning was clear enough; the other party wasn't stupid.

Mutants are inherently repulsed by things like body modification, research, and experiments. They won't try it easily unless absolutely necessary.

This series of actions was just to show goodwill while slightly demonstrating strength, proving his claims.

Wolverine and Charles didn't move, but Caliban collected the potion in front of him.

He didn't use it much, just in case.

In the past two years, his Xeroderma Pigmentosum has become more and more serious. Slightly strong light will cause his skin to ulcerate. In addition, with increasing age, the aging of internal organs is accelerating, and many things are beyond his ability.

Having a potion in hand provides a psychological comfort.

“The reason I came, I believe the Professor already knows. Success or failure doesn't actually have much impact on me.”

Qi Shan glanced at the Mexican woman and said indifferently, “I have already called someone to take over the research institute completely. All research data and various materials have been confiscated.

In a few years, a new generation of mutants will appear in the Black Order. Don't rush to express anger…”

Qi Shan reached out and stopped the Mexican woman from speaking.

“Your anger changes nothing. As long as the X-gene in this world can still be effective, similar cloning experiments will never disappear.

Under my command, they can still be treated as human beings.

In the eyes of other research institutions, they are just tools for making money.”

Qi Shan said with a smile, “Professor, I think you've had enough of hiding, advocating peaceful coexistence for a lifetime, but in the end, you're still caught in the chase, living in fear every day. Don't you find it a bit ironic?

Sentinel Services has already set its sights on you, and they will never give up. Strike teams will continue to appear. For a country with a population of over 300 million, losing a few people is nothing.

You are already old. Even if you escape, even if you resist, how long can you struggle?

25 years ago, mutants disappeared and were captured and killed in large numbers. Your race was almost extinct. Now, hope is right in front of you. Don't you want to watch these children grow up?”

Charles's lips trembled, and his eyes were a little excited.

Wolverine looked at him with concern, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Qi Shan said, “Join my command, and all your problems will no longer be problems.

I promise to rebuild the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and hire you as the headmaster to preside over the education of the next generation of mutants.

The Black Order will guarantee your safety. This can be achieved through some means, treating your illnesses and restoring your physical vitality.

My only requirement is that the new generation of mutants you train must join the Black Order and serve me!”

After saying the last sentence, Qi Shan picked up the black tea and slowly sipped it.

After a moment of silence, Charles finally raised his head slightly, stared at Qi Shan intently, and asked in a deep voice, “Your purpose… what exactly is it?”

“Who knows?”

Qi Shan replied casually, “Perhaps it's to maintain the peace of the multiverse!”