American Comics: BOSS Invasion

With the dust settled, Jesse struggled to his feet.

That last impact nearly knocked the wind out of him.

He glanced back and saw Dr. Campbell still lying there. He quickly moved over and said, "Doctor, how are you? Are you alright?"

Dr. Campbell coughed a couple of times, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but a crazed smile appeared on his face.

"I succeeded! I succeeded! I..."

Before he could fully express his joy, Pulse suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Campbell frantically rushed over, practically throwing himself onto Pulse. After a quick examination, he began performing CPR.

"No, no, no! You can't die yet! Damn it, where did things go wrong..."

Jesse looked at him with a hint of sympathy, shook his head, and grabbed the walkie-talkie, saying, "This is Jesse, send a team to secure the area, I need backup here."

As he spoke, Jesse held his small pistol and thoroughly examined the enemy corpses, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

Sixteen people simultaneously had their necks twisted? What ability did Pulse evolve?

He wasn't sure if there were any mutants in the invading team. Even though he had seen the bodies with his own eyes, he still didn't dare to relax.

Only after confirming everything again, and seeing the support team appear in the corridor, did Jesse breathe a slight sigh of relief.

In the underground prison, the mutants locked in special cells sat silently on the ground.

They had been locked up for several days, and had seen more than ten researchers, but not a single agent had come to interrogate them.

Marx wasn't in the mood to think about any of that. His heart was filled with confusion and a hint of regret.

His actions back then had indeed been a bit impulsive.

If it were just him, it wouldn't matter, but he had implicated three friends, which made him feel somewhat down.

Especially since Jesse had deliberately shown Marx the surveillance footage of Polaris's escape to undermine his morale.

This made him even more at a loss.

Originally, he was trying to save his lover, and even if he failed, he would be a warrior who sacrificed himself for love, filled with pride.

But Polaris's escape made Marx look like a fool.

His lover had clearly already escaped, but he had foolishly walked into a trap, once again handing the initiative over to the enemy.

Not only had he gone from being the rescuer to being trapped, but he was also going to drag his girlfriend down with him.

This contrast was something that the proud and arrogant Marx really couldn't accept.

He had been in this state for the past few days.

Suddenly, Thunderbird stood up, grabbed the bars, and made a gesture of listening intently.

Blink quickly asked, "What's wrong, John?"

"There's movement!" Thunderbird frowned. "Faintly, the sound is very unclear. My abilities are suppressed, and my hearing has decreased significantly, but it sounds a lot like a bomb explosion, and it's very close..."

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the ceiling exploded.

A rope was thrown down, and eight fully armed soldiers slid down.

After landing, they quickly dispersed and took up defensive positions.

"Secure!" one of them reported loudly.

Another stepped forward, pulled out a foot-long metal rod from under his arm, twisted it slightly, and pulled it open, revealing a scorching infrared cutter in the middle.

The man only lightly swiped it twice, and the steel bars were cut into several pieces, clattering to the ground.

John asked warily, "Who are you people?"

Marx stood up, adopting a defensive posture.

The person opposite him completely ignored him, took out a palm-sized display screen, glanced at it, and said, "Targets confirmed, Eclipse, Thunderbird, Blink, and the Invisible Man! Go!"

Several soldiers rushed in and quickly knocked the four unconscious. After efficiently tying them up, they stuffed them into body bags and turned to retreat.

The remaining mutants in the prison watched with wary eyes. They huddled together, not making a sound, and watched as the team disappeared into the ceiling.

The mutants didn't move even after the footsteps faded into the distance.

They had been tormented by the Sentinel Services until they were exhausted, and were afraid that this was another one of their schemes.

Moreover, under the effects of the drugs, their mutant abilities could no longer be used, and they were all pitifully thin from long-term torment.

Even they themselves didn't believe they could escape.

Bang!

The door was suddenly kicked open, and a team of soldiers rushed in.

Seeing the large hole in the ceiling, the lead agent's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "A prisoner has escaped! After them!"

Several soldiers climbed up the rope to the upper level.

The others rushed into the prison and dragged out a thin girl.

The agent asked with a gloomy face, "Who did they rescue?"

The girl looked at him with a sneer, not saying a word.

"Damn it! Answer my question!" the agent roared.

The girl suddenly spat, her face contorted. She trembled all over, almost turning red, but couldn't use any of her abilities.

Slap!

The agent slapped her to the ground and turned back, saying, "Immediately investigate, I need to know how many people are missing!"

The mutants wouldn't tell him.

He had seen their stubbornness and unwillingness to compromise many times before.

The soldiers immediately sprang into action.

Just then, two armed helicopters suddenly appeared in the air.

Then, four air-to-ground missiles were launched directly, and the dilapidated building exploded, sending flames soaring into the sky. Large pieces of rubble and walls flew through the air, crashing to the ground.

Before the smoke could settle, a beam of black light exploded from below, piercing a tunnel through the smoke.

Immediately afterward, eight fully armed soldiers carried four body bags and rushed out.

They moved quickly, their physical fitness was very exaggerated, and they rushed hundreds of meters in a few short seconds, quickly grabbing the ropes that had been dropped down while carrying the body bags.

The helicopter pulled up, carrying the eight soldiers hanging below, and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

After a while, as the smoke gradually dissipated, an invisible wave rippled out in all directions.

The mountain of rubble instantly turned into sand, and a dozen figures struggled to climb out of the sandpile.

Jesse coughed and gasped for breath.

Beside him were Dr. Campbell and a pale corpse.

Dr. Campbell spat out sand, not caring about the current situation, but still fiddling with the corpse with a puzzled look, muttering, "Something's not right! My equation is perfect, how could he die twice in a row? It shouldn't be!"

Jesse was too lazy to pay attention to him and, after evening out his breathing, turned back and shouted, "Is everyone alright? Is anyone injured?"

No one answered, they were still somewhat shaken.

It wasn't until then that the Atlanta police convoy slowly appeared on the fork in the road.