American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Atlanta is located in the state of Georgia in the eastern United States. It covers a large area, but has a population of only 5 million people.

Tourism and transportation are relatively developed here, so there are also many star-rated hotels and restaurants in the city center.

The most famous is the Four Seasons Hotel, which occupies the city center.

A luxury car slowly pulled up to the entrance. A doorman quickly stepped forward to open the door, and a tall, slender Black man in a dark suit stepped out.

He handed over a banknote as a tip, and under the doorman's guidance, he pushed open the glass door, passed through the magnificent lobby, and went straight to the hotel front desk.

A well-dressed woman said with a smile, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"Is the lobby manager here?"

"I am!" The woman was a little curious.

She seemed dazed for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, please come with me! The general manager's office is on the 16th floor."

Finally, the Black man followed the woman to the elevator.

Two female attendants next to them exchanged glances, and one said curiously, "Going to see the general manager? Could it be a new member of the management team?"

"Impossible, a Black man..."

Although she didn't finish her sentence, the meaning was clear.

The two shrugged and went back to their work.

Ten minutes later, when the Black man stood behind the counter in a uniform, they realized that their previous guess was actually true.

But what they didn't know was that the same situation was constantly repeating itself in more than 20 five-star hotels throughout Atlanta.

These people were of different genders, ages, races, heights, and builds, but they all shared the same empty and rigid temperament.

In the back alley of the Winston Nightclub, inside a spacious warehouse, a dozen strong men were fully armed. They held anti-materiel rifles, high-powered rifles, grenade launchers, 12.5mm armor-piercing rounds, and tungsten-core bullets, which are absolutely forbidden to sell.

Even with a bulletproof helmet, one shot could shatter half a head. The power was absolutely astonishing.

Qishan stood at the front, playing with a bright silver revolver, with a blank-faced Winston beside him.

In the past two days, the first Tomie clone hadn't been idle either. She took the time to meet with Winston's men and sent an "m" character to those who were strong and able to fight.

The dozen or so people in front of him were selected from forty or fifty people.

Among them, one person was specially enhanced by Qishan with black magic, burning his lifespan to strengthen his physique.

The large Black man, who was originally 1.9 meters tall, was directly boosted to over two meters. His muscles were knotted like stacked rocks, and veins bulged on his thick neck.

At this time, he was carrying a half-person-high ammunition box on his back. An ammunition belt extended from below, connecting to the Gatling machine gun in his hand.

This Gatling gun was not as simple as a handheld Gatling gun, but an airborne heavy machine gun. Some helicopters even used this machine gun as an aircraft cannon.

The 15.7mm tungsten-core bullet could turn a load-bearing wall into a sieve in three seconds.

With everything ready, Qishan stretched out his hand and pulled the Totoro out of thin air, throwing it out of the warehouse.

The Totoro deftly flipped over in the air, its body suddenly swelling and quickly transforming into a huge Totoro bus.

Qishan chuckled, "I didn't expect this transformation to come in handy again! Let's go!"

A dozen people filed in, and the Totoro bus leaped gently, directly climbing onto a nearby low building. After a few steps, it disappeared into the steel jungle.

Inside the detention center, Qishan and Polaris were chatting idly in bed after a hearty meal.

It had been a long time since Polaris had eaten such a sumptuous meal. The underground organization she and a few friends had formed was only to escape for their lives.

In order not to be exposed, they tried not to use their abilities outside.

They usually lived frugally and rarely had such luxurious times.

Compared to the arrogance of the Brotherhood of Mutants, their underground organization was simply beggars.

Polaris seemed to have some feelings about today's events and kept talking to Qishan about her companions.

Polaris suddenly asked, "Did you kill those two guards for me?"

"No, I just made them disappear for a few days!"

Qishan was indeed not lying. After the current matter was dealt with, the two guards would definitely return to work.

It's just that they wouldn't be the same as before.

"That's good!" Polaris breathed a sigh of relief.

Qishan raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you very resistant to killing people?"

Polaris was stunned for a moment.

Qishan said, "You'll get used to it in the future!"

At this moment, they heard a loud bang outside, and the ground trembled rapidly.

Immediately afterward, an alarm sounded, followed by the hurried footsteps of guards.

The sudden commotion attracted the prisoners in the cells, and they all peered out from behind the iron bars.

Some, with heavy curiosity, would shout at the guards, "Hey, what's going on? Is there a fire?"

Boom!

Another loud noise, much closer than the previous one. The prisoners could already hear clear gunshots.

The storm-like barrage, the holes that appeared in the walls, and the screams in the distance all indicated that something terrible had happened.

The prisoners gradually quieted down and had some guesses in their hearts.

Qishan got up unhurriedly, picked up a beer, and gestured, "Finish the last sip, and we'll leave!"

"Leave?"

Polaris was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said in surprise, "You mean, now..."

Boom!

With a loud explosion, smoke and dust filled the air. The iron door at the end of the corridor flew out, slammed heavily on the ground, and was dragged several meters away by inertia before stopping.

A group of fully armed bandits rushed in, shooting directly at the guards they saw.

The gunshots were deafening, and scars the size of bowls exploded on the cement walls.

Guards who couldn't dodge were either directly blown their heads off or blasted into two pieces, their deaths extremely tragic.

The bandits accurately rushed to Qishan's cell and used a cutter to saw the thick iron bolt into two pieces in just three seconds.

Pulling open the bars, several bandits stood on either side, revealing a petite figure behind them.

Polaris stood behind Qishan, her eyes wide.

Clone Number One took off her helmet, revealing a face remarkably similar to Qishan's, and said, "Sister, I'm here to pick you up!"

Qishan said calmly, "You're two days late!"

"It's your own fault for not being able to resist killing people, which is why you were locked up for two days. It has nothing to do with me!" Clone Number One pouted.

After saying that, she stepped forward, and Number One's hair extended out, quickly wrapping around the collars on Qishan and Polaris's necks, and gently pulled.

There was a crackling sound, and the collars shattered into several pieces. Then, with a muffled sound, the hair swelled for a moment, emitting a few wisps of black smoke, and then stopped moving.

Qishan stepped out and said, "Follow me! We are free!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Polaris didn't have time to be surprised and quickly followed behind.