American Comics: BOSS Invasion

With over 200 people killed by Hidan in one fell swoop, all major organizations raised red alerts.

Especially DEO. Even after confirming that Hidan's main body had been dealt with and sealed in a radiation-proof transparent box, they remained vigilant. Military satellites repeatedly scanned, trying to find more changelings.

That is, White Zetsu disguised as Hidan.

It seems the term 'biological weapon' makes them very nervous.

That Cuban woman named Koncha was actually easy to deal with. Just send a bomb to her door and blow her and her house to smithereens.

However, under the current tense situation, it's not appropriate to use such drastic measures.

Then, we can only change direction and use magic to solve it.

So, Qishan needed to make some noise to personally meet the Cuban woman.

He stopped briefly in front of a hardware store, bought a few tools, and then drove to the street where the office was located.

After a few days away, it seemed even more desolate here.

Half of the shops that had been insisting on staying open were now closed.

Except for the coffee shop from last time, only this small hotel had a business sign hanging.

The office seemed to have been repaired. The scene wasn't as shocking as it was two days ago. The garbage inside had been cleared, and half of the walls had been painted.

There were some tools and paint buckets in the corner, indicating that construction was in progress.

Unfortunately, no one was to be seen.

The car turned into the side alley, and as expected, he saw the scene he had anticipated.

Four white thugs were grabbing several workers dressed in overalls with scattered paint on them, loudly threatening them.

Two of them pulled out guns. The workers quickly succumbed and took out their wallets.

One of the thugs snatched the wallet, roughly flipped out all the cash, and threw the wallet on the ground.

Then, the four immediately jumped into a blue sedan and quickly drove away.

Qishan followed silently.

Just as Fu Jiang described on the phone, a blue sedan.

These four white men were Koncha's henchmen. They were responsible for collecting protection money from the shops on this street every day, and they were the specific implementers of the desolation plan.

The blue sedan passed a T-junction. Just as the car was slightly skewed, Qishan slammed on the gas and crashed into it hard.

The car hit the left side of the rear of the car. The massive force caused it to veer sideways and crash flat into the wall opposite.

Suddenly struck, the four white men panicked and kept trying to open the door to get out of the car.

Qishan jumped onto the hood of the car, held an electric drill, found the location of the electrical system, and drilled straight in.

With a burst of sparks, the other party's car stalled directly.

Causing such a big disturbance, even a fool could tell that the visitor was ill-intentioned.

The four men shouted loudly and frantically pulled out their guns.

Qishan jumped onto the roof of the car and drilled several holes one after another.

Then, he took a bucket of gasoline and poured it directly down.

The gasoline flowed into the car, and a pungent smell emanated, making the four even more terrified.

"Who is he? What's going on?"

"Bastard, he wants to kill us!"

Someone wanted to shoot, but the other three quickly stopped him.

The car was full of gasoline. Shooting at this time was simply suicide.

With preparations complete, Qishan threw the tools in his hand aside and shouted loudly: "High-purity gasoline, even a spark will ignite it immediately. Don't even think about shooting, even the collision of metal objects will cause a fire.

But don't worry, this fire won't burn you to death. It will only exhaust the oxygen, and you few will die of suffocation.

After you die, the fire will turn you into a pile of ashes.

Now, who wants to shoot, go ahead."

Qishan jumped out of the car, stood in the sight of the few people, waited for a few seconds, and suddenly grinned: "A wise choice, now hand over the money! it now!"

The four looked at each other, somewhat confused.

Causing such a big scene, just for a few dozen dollars?

Qishan took out a lighter, lit the flame, and shouted: "I said, hand over the money!"

The four were startled and hurriedly flipped out all the cash on their bodies, concentrated it in one person's hand, and pushed it out little by little through the window slit.

Qishan frantically grabbed the money, smashed the car window with a punch, and shouted: "Now this is my territory, do you understand my words? From today onwards, this is my, Big Tom's, territory. You few get out of here…

If you can still survive."

Qishan paused, then suddenly showed a strange smile, and threw the lighter into the car.

The flames burst into flames with a bang, and the four people screamed and struggled violently in the car.

Qishan unhurriedly got into the car and was about to reverse and leave when a gun was pointed at his temple.

"Move the car out, immediately!"

Qishan turned his head to look. The person was a man with gray hair but a strong body.

Looking at his military pants and boots, he should have been a soldier.

Seeing that Qishan didn't move, he poked the gun again and shouted: "Drive slowly, don't try to escape. Believe me, the speed of a bullet is much faster than you."

Qishan slowly pushed the car away a distance.

Only then did the four people roll and crawl out of the car, screaming miserably and rolling on the ground, trying to put out the flames on their bodies.

The old man calmly observed for a few seconds, judging that the four were not in serious condition.

Then he directly opened the rear door and got into Qishan's car.

He pointed the gun at the back of Qishan's head, "Now, take me to a place."

"You have a gun, I'll listen to you."

Qishan shrugged indifferently, not caring at all.

The old man said an address. Qishan turned the car around and quickly disappeared around the corner.

In the next ten minutes, the four showed a strong desire to survive.

Various fancy movements to put out the flames. Although they did put out the fire on their bodies, they were already exhausted.

After crawling on the ground for a few minutes, the few people felt the pain of the burns on their bodies, struggled to get up, and glanced at the burning car.

Their eyes were full of fear.

The sirens of the fire brigade could already be heard in the distance, and the police could appear at any time. This was not a place to stay for long.

The few people looked at each other, supported each other, and walked towards the nearest community hospital.

"What? A crazy arsonist?"

In a luxurious villa, Koncha, holding the phone, looked astonished.

Before clearing this street, she had investigated in advance and greeted her backer. It should have gone smoothly, and she would have been able to take it down in at most two months.

How could such a big change have occurred in just two weeks?

Although somewhat puzzled, the problem still had to be dealt with.

"Bring him here."