American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A small seaplane skimmed across the sea, slowly landing on a beach.

With a dull thud, the cabin door flew off, spinning 360 degrees in the air before plunging into the sand.

Two bodies were ejected from the cabin first, followed by Valmont and his crew.

Chou glanced at the bodies and spat, "What a bunch of losers! They don't respect the rules at all. We agreed on a price, and they tried to raise it halfway through. Deserved to die!"

Rasu sneered, "Isn't that because you're so obviously stupid that they could tell something was up? Since we're on the run, of course, they're going to try to take advantage."

"Alright! No time to argue. Let's get moving. Los Angeles only has signals from two talismans, but according to Shendu, they should both be the most important ones.

We'll split up. This time, it's too far to bring the Shadowkhan for support, so be careful!"

Afon, make a mark nearby later, and sink the plane into the sea. We'll meet back here in two days!"

"Here?" The three of them looked around, nodding.

The four people split into two groups, heading in different directions.

New York, headquarters of T.O.O.M.B.S.

Qi Shan stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, slowly opening his eyes, his brow slightly furrowed.

Still can't find it, no sense of it at all.

Qi Shan had felt that something was wrong since Boss descended yesterday.

However, most of his energy was taken up by the sudden appearance of his second ability.

After foolishly running out to be a hero for half the night, he had completely forgotten about that little issue when he returned.

Today, after settling Little Spider down, Qi Shan returned to his office and sat quietly for half an hour before suddenly realizing what was wrong.

He couldn't sense Boss's location anymore?

How amazing, that works too?

Awakening his second ability had disabled his survival radar?

The notification from the Special Police Force had been issued, only covering the New York area, and each precinct only had one recommendation slot.

The trial mission was uniformly to find the traces of the Hand.

Wolverine and Number Sixteen had already been sent out, and they would temporarily be responsible for the safety of the rookie cops.

At the same time, if the Black Hand Mafia showed its face, they would pass the information to Qi Shan as soon as possible.

But what he didn't expect was that the Hand would go directly to Los Angeles.

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Los Angeles, Christie's Auction House, a bustling crowd, a lively atmosphere.

The auctioneer held a small gavel, dressed in a suit and speaking in a high-pitched tone.

"The next lot, 'First Love,' is the representative work of the German post-modernist writer Sarah Sotto, from 30 years ago.

He is a Fauvist painter who imitated Van Gogh's paintings countless times in his youth, gradually developing his own style.

Everyone here is an expert, no need for further explanation. The starting price is twenty thousand dollars!"

As soon as he finished speaking, bids came one after another.

"Twenty-five thousand dollars!"

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

"Fifty thousand!"

… …

After a series of fierce competitions, the gavel fell, and the number was fixed at one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.

"Okay, congratulations to this gentleman for winning this masterpiece for $120,000. Now, let's have our next lot!"

The auctioneer stretched out his hand, and two staff members carried a simple table lamp up.

The auctioneer was stunned and quickly whispered, "What is this? According to the order on the form, the next one should be the Russian colored egg!"

The staff member whispered, "I don't know. This thing appeared inexplicably on the stock shelf. The manager can't find the reason, but it can't be removed for no reason, that would be too conspicuous.

There are a lot of guests here today. If someone misunderstands, it will affect the reputation of our auction house. The manager decided to just let it go unsold!"

The staff member winked, carefully placed the table lamp, and turned to leave.

The auctioneer understood.

Facing the curious eyes of the audience, the auctioneer smiled frankly and said, "This next collection is very rare! We have to admit that the thirteen experts from various fields who were gathered in a hurry have not been able to make a very definite judgment on where this table lamp came from.

But a mystery expert emphasized that this thing has a very powerful force. But where this power is, he can't say!"

Whether the mysterious table lamp is valuable or not depends on the individual's judgment. The starting price is 2,000 US dollars!"

There was a burst of whispers below. Many people curiously looked at the table lamp above, seemingly trying to study, what is so magical about this ordinary antique table lamp?

Even the auctioneer said that they had not identified where this table lamp came from.

"No one bidding? Then…"

Just as he was about to officially announce that the auction had failed, he suddenly heard someone shout from below: "I bid $2,000!"

Everyone turned their heads together, the door opened, and two fierce-looking men walked in slowly.

These two were Valmont and Afon.

Both of them focused on the familiar table lamp.

The auctioneer was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this kind of junk could be sold for $2,000.

"Okay, this gentleman bids $2,000. Is there anyone who bids a higher price? No? Then $2,000 once, $2,000 twice, $2,000 three times, sold!"

The auctioneer quickly dropped the hammer, his speed so fast that he seemed a little impatient.

They watched the staff take the table lamp down. Afon said, "Boss, do we have any money on us?"

Valmont said: "Of course not! If we had money, we wouldn't have killed the smuggling line. Now we have to fly the plane back ourselves, what a pain!"

"This is an auction house. If we don't pay, the table lamp…"

Valmont frowned: "When did you become so long-winded? We are the Hand, we just rob it!"

Afon nodded: "That's right!"

The two quickly reached an agreement after exchanging a few words and turned around to leave.

The people next to them were a little strange. What were these two guys here for? Just to buy a strange table lamp?

Could there really be some secret hidden in this table lamp?

A few people rolled their eyes, stood up quietly, and followed them.

Outside the auction hall, staff were already waiting.

Giving the packaged table lamp to Valmont, the staff smiled and said, "Sir, this is your item! According to normal procedures, you did not pay a deposit in advance, and participating in the bidding is invalid.

However, given that this auction is a special event, some rules can be appropriately relaxed. You only need to pay two thousand US dollars to take this thing away!"

Valmont opened the package and saw the Rat Talisman embedded at the bottom of the table lamp, a smile appearing on his face.

"Two thousand dollars? No problem!"