American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A shadowy ninja slowly emerged from the passage, entering the central boxing ring amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Cheers, shouts, screams—the atmosphere instantly heated up.

"Kill the wrestler!"

Someone suddenly yelled, and the surrounding people followed, repeating it loudly.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

Within a few short seconds, the entire arena was repeating these three words.

A group of people rushed to the betting tables, waving banknotes and shouting their bets.

They were extremely excited, as if they could already see the money flying into their wallets.

The shadowy ninja remained unmoved.

Finally, the bell rang, and the fight began.

The wrestler didn't hesitate, charging straight ahead, his two fist, as big as sandbags, smashing directly towards the shadowy ninja's face.

If this landed, no normal person could withstand it; their brains would be shattered into pieces.

His moves were broad and unrestrained, like a charging tank, with no intention of defending at all.

The wrestler felt there was no problem, and the audience felt even more so.

The wrestler was immensely strong, causing injury upon contact and death upon touch, achieving an invincible reputation after 31 consecutive victories.

In his eyes, this slender ninja opposite him was nothing more than a clown, a joke the organizers had brought in to curb his winning streak; he only needed a light punch, and the opponent would suffer broken bones and tendons.

However, while the idea was good, the reality was a bit unexpected.

The shadowy ninja suddenly took out a water gun, and a stream of water shot directly onto the wrestler's mask.

The wrestler screamed miserably, immediately covering his eyes with both hands, as a large amount of white smoke emerged, accompanied by sizzling sounds.

"Ah! Bastard, what did you do? I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

The wrestler's strong body rolled around the ring, his screams were extremely tragic, simply horrifying.

The audience was stunned, and a five-second vacuum appeared in the arena, followed by the host's scream: "Foul, foul!"

This scream directly ignited the scene.

The audience rushed towards the iron net as if they were crazy, pounding on it with all their might.

Their eyes were bloodshot, like flesh-eating zombies.

"You bastard, what did you do? I'm going to kill you, my money, my money!"

"Don't get close to my wrestler, you bastard, you ruined our cash cow!"

"You're dead, I swear you're dead!"

The men's curses, the women's screams, the wrestler's ear-piercing howls, and the organizers' barely suppressed look of surprise made the scene even more chaotic.

The shadowy ninja was completely unmoved by the outside world; he relentlessly continued to spray the wrestler with the water gun in his hand.

Large areas of skin were corroded, and the wrestler was in so much pain that he rolled around, unable to stand up.

Only after there was no more liquid in the water gun did the shadowy ninja throw it aside, step forward, and pick up a talisman that had rolled to the side.

Then he glanced to his right rear, and in full view of the public, he sank into the ground.

The people in the front row, who were趴 on the iron net and shouting frantically, all opened their mouths in astonishment.

The people in the back who couldn't see were still shouting wildly.

It seemed that only in this way could they vent the heartache of their money being wasted.

On the organizer's side, someone immediately came out to look for Rasu, but Rasu, dressed in a suit and looking like a respectable person, had already disappeared without a trace.

Also taken away were the two boxes under the betting table.

As a cadre of the Black Hand Gang, 'a thief never leaves empty-handed' was their motto.

At the same time, in front of a factory in the Brooklyn area, it was also very lively.

A large number of news vans surrounded an open space, and reporters flocked outside the cordon, excitedly reporting on the empty space behind.

"Good evening, viewers, this is a breaking news bulletin. Just 20 minutes ago, New York's most famous eel canning company suddenly contacted us, saying that their factory had been invaded by an unknown force and had suddenly disappeared.

However, after our initial investigation, we discovered that the factory had not disappeared, but had become completely invisible.

You heard right, invisible, just like the abilities of a superhero in a movie. The entire factory, covering an area of over 20,000 square meters and five stories high, suddenly disappeared from our sight."

At this time, several fire trucks slowly drove over. They quickly set up their ladders, raising the high-pressure spray nozzles to the highest point, and began spraying water from three directions.

As the raindrops fell, a faint outline appeared.

The reporters became even more excited, and the flashes of cameras on the scene formed a continuous sheet, blinding the firefighters.

"Viewers, behind me is the eel canning factory. With the help of water, the invisible factory has revealed a blurred outline. That's right, this is that building.

This amazing phenomenon has attracted widespread attention from the public. We can now see that a large number of citizens are flocking here…"

At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the air.

He was holding an umbrella, clearly walking out of that invisible building.

As soon as people saw who it was, they rushed up, and a large number of microphones were almost shoved directly into the person's mouth.

The person appearing in the camera was a kind-looking Asian old man holding an umbrella.

He looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, still wearing his work clothes, with a very kind smile on his face and radiating light from the corners of his eyes.

"This gentleman, this gentleman, please state your identity!"

"This gentleman, why did you suddenly appear from the invisible factory?"

"This gentleman, do you know what exactly happened?"

After a barrage of questions, the old man smiled and didn't respond. He pressed his hands down, and after the reporters quieted down slightly, he cleared his throat and slowly said: "Friends from the media, hello everyone. I am the factory director of Nakamura Eel, and I fully understand the causes and consequences of this amazing event.

If you have any questions that need to be asked in detail, you can follow my personal Weibo. I have published a 30,000-word article on it, detailing the causes and consequences of the whole thing.

Of course, I haven't found the specific cause of the mysterious event yet.

I am now using the channels of my media friends to seek help from the whole society, hoping that experts can come to investigate the cause and let us owners understand the causes and consequences of this amazing phenomenon.

Also, if there are any interested citizens who want to visit, please purchase a tour ticket in advance on Tao Tao Piao. We have just prepared the ticket purchase procedure 30 minutes ago. It only costs 5 US dollars per person to observe for 30 minutes, which is very cost-effective…"

The old man babbled on, and the reporters were covered in black lines.