American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Amidst a pile of garbage, Qi Shan sat up expressionlessly.

This was a somewhat damp alleyway. Judging from the mottled marks on the walls and the potholes on the ground, it seemed to have been around for quite some time.

The sky was narrow, only a small slit visible. Rainwater dripped down from the eaves, forming a small stream on the ground, constantly flowing inwards.

Inside was a dead end, and the accumulated water had already spread to the garbage pile. Qi Shan was practically sitting in the rainwater, his entire pants and lower back soaked.

Clearly, he had been awakened by the cold.

He looked at his palm, both familiar and strange.

It seemed he had encountered the second descent mission without any warning. He had transmigrated again.

Smoky letters slowly gathered before his eyes.

[Arriving at target plane]

[Second invasion mission begins]

[Mission: Obtain dominion.]

[Analysis: King Piccolo's ambition to rule Earth is something even the gods cannot extinguish.]

[Transformation template: King Piccolo.]

[Note: The things I hate most are justice and peace! I will not use any rules to bind the people; you can do as you please!]

[Note 2: The police must be abolished!]

"So it's King Piccolo's palm. No wonder there's a strange sense of familiarity."

He looked at his reflection in the accumulated water on the ground. Sure enough, beneath the veil of the waterfall, was the Great Demon King's green face.

Qi Shan slowly stood up, casually tore open the rags on his body, and with a light tap of his finger, immediately manifested King Piccolo's classic attire.

Magic was indeed convenient. You only needed to think it in your mind, and a little bit of energy would directly transform into a physical object.

Energy materialization!

Perhaps this was where the Namekians were stronger than the Saiyans.

A small car suddenly drove past the alley entrance, splashing a large amount of water.

Qi Shan raised an eyebrow, used the Thin Disguise to conceal himself, and then slowly walked out of the alley.

This street was much more bustling, with shops on both sides, pedestrians, and the occasional passing car.

Most of the signs were written in English, and the passersby who hurried by were mostly blond and blue-eyed.

Inside a store by the roadside, a television was broadcasting the news.

"Typhoon Radish made landfall on the West Coast of America yesterday. California will continue to experience rainfall for the next two days, with maximum wind speeds reaching level 11. Experts predict that the rainfall will be between 600 and 700 millimeters.

During the period of extremely heavy rain, viewers and friends should stay at home as much as possible to avoid accidents caused by strong winds and heavy rain…"

Modern, within the United States…

Before Qi Shan could gather enough information to determine which plane this was, a gunshot suddenly rang out not far away.

The pedestrians on the street glanced back, but continued on as if nothing had happened.

The gunshots in the distance gradually became more frequent, and with hurried footsteps approaching from afar, a man wearing a black hood suddenly rushed out of the alley and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ding-dong!

With the sound of a bell, the door of the nearby shop was pushed open, and a round head poked out.

"Another robbery? Damn it, can't these guys come out and do business at night? The gunshots every day are really affecting business, you know?"

"Are there robberies here every day?" Qi Shan asked.

That round head turned around. It was actually a middle-aged uncle. His face was very round, his hair sparse, but his beard was very neatly groomed, both thick and shiny, obviously well-maintained.

The fat uncle sized Qi Shan up and down, somewhat surprised where Qi Shan had popped out from. After a while, he asked, "Out-of-towner?"

"I guess you could say that!"

Before speaking, Qi Shan had already transformed the Thin Disguise into an ordinary suit, holding an umbrella in his hand, but not opening it.

Raindrops gathered along the umbrella ribs to the center, gradually forming a small puddle of water on the ground.

He looked like an ordinary passerby, just very handsome, a bit like Brad Pitt.

"Why would you think of coming to Gotham? This isn't a good place! I know, looking at your age, you probably grew up listening to Batman stories, right? Did you come to chase after a celebrity?"

Batman? Qi Shan's eyes lit up.

It seemed to be a parallel universe of DC.

"The main thing is tourism. Of course, it would be even better if I could meet Batman, but I heard he hasn't appeared in a long time," Qi Shan said.

"I don't know about that, but I think it should be because Batman's actions are secretive and haven't been discovered, otherwise these small-time gangsters wouldn't be forced to act during the day!" the fat uncle said.

"Yeah, that makes sense!" Qi Shan nodded.

Rarely did someone agree with his point of view, the fat uncle seemed very happy, and looked at Qi Shan more and more favorably, casually inviting, "It's almost afternoon, you must be hungry, why not come in and have something to eat? How about I give you 20% off?"

Qi Shan smiled and said, "Really? That's a pleasant surprise!"

This was a small bar that wasn't very big, also selling freshly baked bread, mainly to serve the surrounding neighbors.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain, there were only two groups of customers in the store. A man and a woman were sitting in the corner with serious expressions, seemingly discussing business.

Another somewhat decadent young man was half-lying on the bar, drinking whiskey, his eyes constantly fixed on the horse racing on TV.

Judging from his dark circles and somewhat excited spirit, he was clearly a seasoned gambler.

Besides the fat uncle, the bartender was only a fat aunt whose body shape was almost identical to the fat uncle. Judging from their face shapes, they should be a couple.

The fat aunt was currently standing inside the bar, arms crossed, also watching the horse racing, but with a bored expression, obviously not liking this kind of thing.

"What would you like to eat?" The fat uncle brought the menu over.

"A burger combo, please. It's marked as recommended here. I tend to believe that the recommended items are the best!"

Qi Shan smiled and pointed to the starred section of the menu, and said, "My name is Mike Qi."

"Rhodes!" The fat uncle pointed to himself, and then pointed to the fat aunt, "Sarah! Usually, I'm in charge of food and she's in charge of drinks. The burger combo is my specialty, you have good taste, Mike! Wait five minutes!"

After speaking, the fat uncle turned to the stove.

Qi Shan nodded to the fat aunt, and said, "Rhodes is obviously a shrewd man, he conveniently left me time for an aperitif, so I can only have one!"

The fat aunt poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

Qi Shan thanked her.

He glanced at the decadent young man next to him, took a bill from the nearby counter, rubbed it slightly in his hand, and gently threw it at the young man's feet.

"Hey, buddy, you dropped your money!"