American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Clang!

Buzz…

The iron gate opened automatically, and a broadcast sounded: "Dinner time! Thirty minutes for eating, one hour for recreation!"

The broadcast repeated twice, listlessly, without any emotion, undisguised in its routine nature.

Outside, it began to get noisy. Wearing gray prison uniforms, the prisoners walked out of their cells one after another, teasing each other as they headed in the same direction.

The two daily meals and the subsequent recreation time were among their few pleasures.

A white female guard walked over, probably in her 40s, with sparse golden hair, barely tied into a ponytail.

She glared with dead fish eyes, glanced at the two people in the cell, knocked on the iron gate with a rubber baton, making a clang, and said expressionlessly.

"You two newcomers, follow the group immediately! There are quite a few mutant monsters in the detention center, each one as greedy as a rice bucket, if you go late, you won't even get to lick the plates!"

After speaking, she knocked again with the rubber baton to urge them.

Polaris stood up, looked at Qi Shan, and walked out first.

Qi Shan also slowly got out of bed, unhurriedly following behind.

He had been fiddling with his hair just now, simply testing the usage of 'Grief,' and now he had a general grasp of it.

Grief and Nen are two manifestations of the same attribute of power, like the front and back of a coin.

The effects that Nen can achieve, Grief can also achieve.

However, unlike the specialization of Nen, Grief belongs to the category of being large but impractical.

Nen requires careful polishing, starting from the initial stimulation of energy, improving step by step, until developing the ability that best suits oneself, and further sublimation.

Grief chooses to overwhelm people with force. A large amount of Grief can simultaneously stimulate all the characteristics of the six major systems. The only drawback is the high consumption.

If Nen is like high-purity fine wine, Grief can only be considered fake wine mixed with water, and at least half of it is mixed.

However, this defect can be almost ignored in Tomie's case.

The prison cafeteria was very spacious. The tables and chairs were all made of plastic, and the joints on the ground were fixed with thick bolts.

The long tables were simply divided into three rows. The place for serving food was directly in front. Having arrived a little late, most of the prisoners had already started eating, with only five or six people still in line.

The women serving food also had fierce looks on their faces. Although they were covered in white coats, the blue prison uniforms could still be seen from the collar.

Obviously, they were also prisoners in the prison.

"Hey, new freak, welcome! Hope you can enjoy a home-away-from-home feeling here!"

When it was Polaris's turn, the woman handing out the plates suddenly showed a strange smile on her face.

Polaris glanced at her, said nothing, and pushed the plate forward.

The food here was not bad, a spoonful of porridge, three different dishes, and some scrambled eggs.

Qi Shan followed behind Polaris. Just as he finished getting his food and was about to leave, the woman handing out utensils suddenly smiled disgustingly and spat a mouthful of phlegm into Qi Shan's plate.

Qi Shan paused and narrowed his eyes at her.

The woman tilted her head, made an obscene gesture without concealing her malice: "You're welcome, freak, this is a gift I specially prepared for you, do you like it?"

The surroundings suddenly quieted down, and everyone was watching Qi Shan's reaction.

Polaris also stopped and looked back.

After staring at the other party indifferently for a few seconds, Qi Shan suddenly chuckled.

"Are you acting in a movie? You want to cause trouble and still use such an old-fashioned method! Let me teach you!"

Qi Shan directly slammed the plate on her face, food splattered, and the huge force knocked her directly to the ground.

The people next to her were stunned for a moment. Before they could react, he had already rushed out.

The entire hand came out from the other side's back, blood splattering out, covering the onlookers' faces.

That person coughed, his face full of disbelief.

Qi Shan succeeded in one blow, then pulled out his arm and slashed backward, his sharp nails directly cutting through one person's throat.

Blood spurted out, and the person's throat made a toad-like gurgling sound, his pupils showing panic, his hands clutching his neck desperately, but the blood still gushed out non-stop.

The whole process did not exceed two seconds. Although not as fast as lightning, the movements were swift.

The two corpses fell to the ground, instantly scaring the others.

The lackeys who had been rushing forward just now retreated quickly with faces full of panic.

The onlookers spread out in a large circle.

At this time, no one was eating anymore. The entire cafeteria was quiet, craning their necks and staring with wide eyes to watch the excitement.

Seeing the few lackeys retreat, Qi Shan was too lazy to pay attention to them. He stepped forward and grabbed the woman by the collar.

His left hand was stuck on her neck with considerable force. The woman quickly couldn't breathe, her hands desperately pulling at Qi Shan's palm, constantly shaking and struggling like a dead fish, her face turning purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she was about to suffocate and die.

Qi Shan looked at her calmly, tilted his head slightly as if listening, and said in a flat tone: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly what you said just now, can you say it again?"

How could that woman still be able to speak? Her mouth barely made ah-ah sounds, and she was breathing more out than in.

Qi Shan's expression was calm, his hands, body, and face were stained with blood, two corpses were lying on the ground, and a large pool of blood spread out, one of which had not completely died, and the small-scale convulsions looked even more terrifying.

A good cafeteria had turned into a horror movie scene in the blink of an eye.

Qi Shan counterattacked without hesitation, killing cleanly, which startled the people around watching the excitement.

Looking at Qi Shan's fair and well-behaved little face again, there was a hint of meaning in their hearts.

Polaris widened her eyes, obviously somewhat in disbelief.

Moreover, why?

The other party, like herself, was wearing a collar. This ability should have been sealed, so why could the other party still use it freely?

Could there really be a way to invalidate it?

Polaris felt a little excited.

At this moment, a petite woman suddenly rushed up, slapping her left hand on her right arm, and pulling upwards, she pulled off her prosthetic limb. The metal rod in the middle of the prosthetic limb had been unsealed, and she stabbed it towards Qi Shan's back like a sword.

Polaris's heart jumped, and she quickly shouted: "Be careful!"