American Comics: BOSS Invasion

On the exercise yard, the prisoners out for recreation were visibly excited after their initial shock, gathering in small groups to discuss in hushed tones.

"That bitch Leilia is finally dead, serves her right for being so arrogant!"

"You can't say that, these mutants aren't criminals at heart, they just suddenly turned into freaks and got caught by the Sentinel Services, so it's natural they'd be a bit weak."

Someone nearby scoffed, "Weak? That's not weak, that's cowardly! They're locked up in a detention center and still following the rules from the outside, isn't that a joke?"

"This incident is a big deal, three people drowned. The guards' faces were ashen, looks like they're in deep trouble."

Suddenly, someone muttered, "Those sons of bitches are taking it out on us because they're in a bad mood. Tell the sisters to keep a low profile for a while and not run into the line of fire!"

Someone said disappointedly, "What a pity! I saw that green-haired mutant, her skin was so fair, she made my mouth water. I was planning to get a piece of that!"

"Shut up, she's looking over here!"

"So what? She's in the same cell as that murdering freak. Leilia's people won't let her off easy. There will be a good show to watch later!"

"Oh yeah, I heard Leilia's brother sells laundry detergent in Atlanta. They were really close. If he finds out his sister died an unnatural death, will he cause a scene?"

"I doubt it!"

She was lost in thought, still replaying the lightning-fast fight when Qi Shan made his move.

How could he be so strong, even with the collar on?

He could actually pierce someone's body with his bare hand!

Three or four small groups around her were secretly sizing her up.

Their eyes were either full of malice or undisguised schadenfreude.

Clearly, these female prisoners who were truly locked up for committing crimes had a deep prejudice against mutants.

Polaris had noticed long ago that the mutants in this detention center seemed to be in a position of absolute weakness.

Moreover, they were few in number, didn't speak much, were silent and aloof, occupying a corner of the exercise yard, much like bullied children in school.

Polaris sighed inwardly.

They look down on themselves, a bunch of losers who can't be helped.

Rather than counting on them, she might as well wait for Qi Shan to come out.

She shook her head, giving up on the idea of winning over the other mutants.

Since the X-Men disappeared, the situation for mutants had become even more difficult.

The channels for voicing concerns to the upper echelons and the benefits mutants possessed were quickly divided up, turning them completely into freaks and experimental subjects.

Supported by various ambitious individuals, the Sentinel Services rapidly developed and grew, shifting from passively investigating mutant identities to actively arresting exposed wild mutants.

The nature of the Sentinel Services fundamentally changed, they had evolved from a law enforcement agency to lackeys of politicians and financial groups.

To survive, mutants could only hide and build underground mutant organizations around the world.

In reality, these were just groups of homeless people huddled together, struggling to survive.

They had no skills other than running and stealing.

Huddling together for warmth could only provide psychological comfort, it was only a matter of time before the Sentinel Services caught them and sent them to prison.

Polaris lowered her head, lost in thought, not noticing a strand of black hair silently extending from the dirt near her feet.

Not only here, but throughout the exercise yard, even in inconspicuous corners of the detention center, strands of hair were stretching out.

They seemed to possess their own life, sensitively sensing the vibrations in the air, transmitting information silently.

Qi Shan sat on the mattress, his hair cascading down like a waterfall, the ends inserted into the concrete floor.

Nearly 100,000 strands of hair were evenly distributed throughout the detention center area. In Qi Shan's mind, a data model of the entire detention center instantly appeared.

Where were the walls? Where were the doors? Where was the cafeteria? Where was the exercise yard? The distribution of people, the guards' lounge, even the sounds of their voices were constantly being transmitted.

Like a comprehensive sonar device, Qi Shan could easily grasp the dynamics of the entire detention center.

Of course, a small detention center was naturally not the limit of Qi Shan's abilities.

The potential of Tomie's hair was almost endless.

If Qi Shan wanted, it would be easy to spread his hair throughout America, but this would greatly reduce the accuracy.

Moreover, at this stage, there was no need to go to such great lengths.

A prison is a large information exchange, those who can be locked up here have more or less been exposed to the dark side of society.

So much people's information gathered together is a huge intelligence network.

Qi Shan only listened for a few minutes and found the information he wanted.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and a strand of hair suddenly surged, rushing towards the ground like a living thing.

Inside the warden's lounge, two female guards were taking a shower.

Tomorrow was their day off, and they could get off work after five o'clock.

Usually, the two would be very happy because there was always time to go shopping, watch a movie, or simply curl up on the sofa and watch some mindless soap operas.

Not having to face vicious prisoners every day and stand guard with trepidation was the greatest relaxation.

But today, the two had no interest in talking, only the sound of rushing water in their ears.

Three more people had died for no reason, although people often died in detention centers.

But it was different because the murderer was a mutant.

No matter how the superiors handled it, the bonus for this month was definitely gone.

Scrubbing their hair to vent their anger, neither of them noticed a strand of hair quietly extending from the tile gap, the front end swaying a few times with the water flowing on the ground, as if selecting a target.

Finally, it aimed at the slightly better-figured white middle-aged woman and stabbed fiercely!

"Ah!" The white middle-aged woman cried out softly, raising her toes.

"What's wrong?" The black middle-aged woman with a barrel waist asked.

The white middle-aged woman frowned, bent her foot up, wiped it a couple of times with her hand, then put it down and said, "I don't know what stabbed me, but it didn't bleed! It doesn't hurt anymore! Maybe my nerves are sensitive!"

The black middle-aged woman shook her head and said, "It's not nerve sensitivity! It's neuropathic pain! It's because you're nervous. I used to have this problem. Just take some vitamin C and you'll be fine! It's nothing serious. Maybe what happened today made you a little nervous!"

"Maybe!"

Since there was no bleeding, the white middle-aged woman didn't pay much attention to it.

She quickly finished showering, changed into her casual clothes in the dressing room, said goodbye to her colleague, and used her magnetic card to exit the detention center.

She found her used Ford sedan in the outdoor parking lot and drove towards downtown Atlanta.

She didn't notice that her golden short hair was gradually turning black and growing longer.