American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The Golden Bell Bar has a history in Gotham.

Founded in the eighties, the founder remains a mystery to this day.

However, the Golden Bell's reputation is well-known in Gotham circles. Whether you need a killer, a mercenary, a thief, a robber, or a beauty, as long as you can state your request, the Golden Bell bartender can provide it.

Besides the uneven quality of personnel, requiring employers to choose for themselves, the expensive intermediary fees are also a point of criticism.

Although I don't know the exact amount, judging from the heat of the code, the funds will not be less than two."

The group of burly men below immediately began breathing heavily. Someone wanted to speak up, but Qi Shan raised his palm to stop him and continued, "I need four people to participate in my plan as support and logistics personnel.

These four people need to handle the transportation vehicles, hiding places, and money laundering work.

After the money is robbed, I will give a 30% split as remuneration. Anyone want to volunteer?"

The group looked at each other, and after only two seconds of silence, they suddenly surged forward like crazy, shouting.

"Me! I can provide an absolutely safe hideout."

"I'm responsible for handling the escape route. I'm a professional courier. I specialize in running away, absolutely no problem."

"I can provide all kinds of special vehicles, not to mention armored transport vehicles, even police cars!"

"I've been hanging around Gotham for over 10 years. I'm very familiar with the underground forces in this area and can guarantee finding the most suitable suppliers."

Amidst the noise, Qi Shan casually pointed out four of the most suitable people.

Qi Shan's lips curled up slightly, "After so many years of peace, will Batman be surprised by this gift?"

In the basement of Wayne Manor, inside a spacious改装 workshop, Bruce Wayne was busily working. Behind him was a brand-new battle armor.

Batman had never created such heavy armor before. Weighing a net 150 kilograms, an ordinary person couldn't even lift it, let alone wear it into fierce battle.

Batman lowered his head and was meticulously processing a long spear. The faint green light at the spearhead indicated that it was a mineral with special radiation.

This was specially prepared for Superman.

Suddenly, the voice of the old butler came through the communication channel.

"Master Wayne, there's a piece of surveillance recording here that I think you need to listen to!"

Batman was silent for a moment and asked, "Is it serious?"

"I can't judge, because I haven't found any relevant videos, but I have received some startling news from the underground intelligence network."

"I'm fully preparing for battle and can't be distracted for the time being. Unless it's an event that triggers mass casualties, I'm not prepared to pay attention to it for now."

Alfred was silent for a moment, then replied, "Very well, then I will immediately transfer the information to the police department and remind them to be prepared!"

"Thank you, Alfred!"

"Instead of thanking me, you should rest properly. You still haven't had this morning's milk, Master Wayne!" Alfred's tone was flat, without a hint of complaint.

There was no helping it. He was already used to the young master's lifestyle.

"Monitor in real time, and notify me immediately if there are any unexpected situations!"

Batman turned a deaf ear, simply pretending not to have heard those words, and directly cut off the communication after giving the instruction.

Even within the Justice League, Batman plays the role of the brain.

Superman may be countless times stronger than Batman in terms of raw power.

But as long as Batman is fully prepared, he can still beat Superman like a dog.

Historically, whenever the Justice League encountered a major crisis of planetary destruction, it was often Batman's plan that turned the tide.

Therefore, Batman had already prepared many layers of defenses for Gotham City.

He believed that even if the supervillains of 10 years ago reappeared, they would not be able to gain any advantage.

Now, the most important thing was to defeat Superman and drag him down from the position of a god among men.

Darkness and rain are almost the hallmarks of Gotham City.

Whether it's day or night, the pattering raindrops are always irritating.

The Commercial Bank Building was still brightly lit. The lobby on the first floor was now sealed off, leaving only two security guards dozing off there.

Bang!

The alloy door exploded without warning, and fragments flew everywhere.

A gust of wind rushed in, and amidst the fine raindrops, two men in black slowly walked in.

The security guard was awakened, immediately drew his handgun, and shouted, "Don't move, hands up, who are you... Ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, one of the men in black had already appeared directly behind him, and with a chop, he split the security guard in half.

The upper half of the body fell to the ground, and the security guard's mouth still let out a piercing scream, before his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

One security guard was so frightened that he wet himself and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The two men in black slowly pulled back their winter hats. The one standing at the door without moving was Qi Shan.

However, at this time, he had removed the disguise of light camouflage, revealing the true face of Piccolo the Great Demon King.

With dark green eyes, he glanced at the security guard without emotion and said indifferently, "Unconscious? A good choice!"

"Iji!"

Qi Shan called out softly, and the other man in black knelt on one knee, his head respectfully lowered.

"What are your orders, Great Demon King?"

"Proceed according to the plan!"

"Yes!"

The man in black responded respectfully and slowly stood up.

Under the bright lights, a monster like a dinosaur appeared before their eyes.

It was stout, with two huge wings on its back, and its clothing was similar to that of the Great Demon King, as if it possessed infinite power in every move.

With a flash of his figure, the ground suddenly exploded.

Qi Shan was quite satisfied with his fighting power, but recalling the process of laying the egg, his face was still a little green.

Piccolo the Great Demon King can freely produce vassals by consuming his life force.

These creatures, some of which look like strange birds and some like monsters, are actually just casually pieced together by Piccolo the Great Demon King and have extremely short lifespans.

The advantage is that different warriors can be produced according to Piccolo the Great Demon King's ideas.

Iji was just produced by Qi Shan, consuming half of this body's life force.

If he didn't have the Cup of Life to replenish his life at any time, Qi Shan wouldn't dare to play like this.