American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As the sun began to set, two SUVs pulled up one after the other beneath the bridge pier, and a group of people got out and gathered together.

A man with slightly dark skin, who appeared to be the leader, clapped his hands and said seriously, "Alright, folks, we don't have much time, so I'll repeat the plan one more time.

In 10 minutes, the prison transport carrying Lorna will pass under the bridge. Roland, Andy, your job is to blow out the tires immediately, forcing the convoy to stop at the designated location.

Clarice, you will directly open a portal to send John and me into the transport van.

Duka, you will hide and be ready to provide backup at any time."

Each person nodded in understanding as their name was called.

"This is our first direct confrontation with the Sentinel Services, so everyone needs to be careful. If they open fire, take cover immediately. If the situation becomes dire, you are authorized to retreat or eliminate the threat.

However, I don't encourage that. As you know, if someone dies, the Sentinel Services will bite us like mad dogs, which is the last thing we want to see!"

At that moment, the man codenamed Thunderbird suddenly crouched down and pressed his hand on the ground for a moment before looking up and saying, "Marx, they're here."

Marx nodded. "Everyone, take your positions."

The group immediately scattered and hid in the shadows.

The transport vehicle's path was exactly as Marx had predicted.

As it passed under the bridge, two teenagers reached out and blew out the rear tires of the transport with a loud bang.

The convoy stopped immediately. The surrounding police cars, like startled birds, instantly formed a perimeter around the transport van.

A large number of police officers jumped out, using the car doors as cover and holding their small handguns, scanning the surroundings warily.

"Clarice, now!"

Clarice, with her light purple hair, let out a low growl, and a faint purple glow appeared around her hands. Space tore open in front of her like a crisp cracker, quickly expanding to the size of a person.

Inside the prison van, a thin, pale-skinned woman was bound to the wall.

She had shoulder-length green hair and black nail polish, and her head was lowered as if she were in a drug-induced stupor.

"Lorna!"

Marx shouted and quickly rushed through the spatial wormhole.

Thunderbird John and Clarice followed closely behind.

Marx shot out a beam of intense light from his hands, condensing it into a searing laser, and gently sliced through the plastic bars, instantly creating an opening wide enough for one person.

John jumped in, and a bolt of electricity struck the collar around her neck, causing it to spark a few times before unlocking and falling off.

Marx grabbed the woman and held her close, saying affectionately, "Lorna! I've come to save you!"

He brushed her hair aside, intending to kiss her, but was shocked to see a strange face.

He was startled and exclaimed, "Who are you? Where's Lorna?"

"Go ask your mom, freak!"

The woman gave a strange smile, and two small daggers suddenly appeared in her hand, which she plunged into Marx's abdomen without hesitation.

This sudden turn of events startled all three of them. Marx was injured and staggered backward, but the woman disguised as Polaris continued to attack relentlessly, aiming for vital points.

Two bolts of electricity flashed in John's hand, but before he could release them, they flickered and dissipated.

Clarice rubbed her hands together, trying to open a spatial wormhole, but the purple energy that usually responded to her will was nowhere to be felt.

Marx clutched his wound, and the light from his hands flickered on and off like a broken light bulb. His expression turned grim. "This is bad, our powers are being interfered with! Tell everyone to retreat, this is a trap!"

Outside the van, a barrage of gunfire suddenly erupted, the sound of bullets like a storm.

Another prisoner in a different cell suddenly sat up, expressionlessly tearing off his prison uniform to reveal a bulletproof vest underneath, bearing the initials of the Sentinel Services.

It was Jesse!

A smile crept across his lips as he gently waved his hand.

The metal crates on either side were suddenly pushed open, and two soldiers emerged. One was holding a huge gun, and the other clenched his fists, his eyes glowing with golden light.

John cried out in alarm, "It's Pulse?! How can it be him? He died a year ago!"

Marx calmly said, "Clearly not, and he's defected to the Sentinel Services."

"That's impossible, he would never abandon all his friends and side with the people he hates most!"

"The evidence is right in front of us. We need to figure out how to escape!"

Before Marx could finish speaking, Jesse sneered, "Stop dreaming! For this fishing operation, the bureau specifically requested a supercomputer to run deep simulations.

We've made sure that if you show up, you won't be able to escape. Just raise your hands and surrender!"

Before they could say anything, the soldier holding the strange gun suddenly opened fire.

The battle outside was already over.

A subordinate was waiting there. Seeing Jesse come out, he reported, "Sir, we found the two stolen SUVs and captured a black man. According to the database, he should be a mutant with the ability to turn invisible."

Jesse nodded. "Where is he?"

"He tried to escape and was wounded by our forces. He's been sent to the nearest hospital. Two agents are with him, and he's wearing a collar!"

"He was alone?"

Jesse looked around. "Something's not right. There's someone else hiding nearby. Send half the men out to search the area. If you find anything suspicious, fire a warning shot."

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate obeyed the order and left.

A dozen minutes later, reinforcements arrived, the damaged vehicles were repaired, and the Sentinel Services squad returned.

Catching four big fish with a single empty bait was a huge success. Even though the search team didn't find any other escapees, Jesse didn't say anything.

After the Sentinel Services team disappeared, a transparent, crystalline bubble, one meter in diameter, quietly emerged from a small, overgrown ditch next to the bridge.

The crystalline structure dissipated, and two figures fell out, splashing water everywhere.

The girl, Roland, gasped for breath, her face turning purple, her hands and feet trembling uncontrollably, clearly from overexerting her powers.

Andy hugged his body tightly, his eyes filled with fear, trembling slightly, muttering, "It's over, it's a trap! It's a trap, they've all been captured, what do we do? What do we do!"

A few minutes later, Roland recovered and pulled Andy up, whispering, "There's no time to waste, we have to get back to base as soon as possible and tell everyone!"

Andy got up and started walking towards the cars.

Roland pulled him back, hissing, "Are you crazy? The cars have been compromised! We need to find another way! Act like a man, we need to get the message back!"

Andy took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

The two looked at each other and nodded, disappearing into the bushes.