American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Submit or be destroyed?"

Iji's voice was hoarse, and coupled with his murderous, slitted pupils, the Mexican was as still as a frog targeted by a venomous snake.

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.

Gangs are nothing unusual, especially in Gotham, a city rife with gangs and a thriving dark culture. Even in an ordinary big city, such things are commonplace.

However, a method as cruel, wiping out half the manpower before even asking, was truly unheard of.

But they were just a gang, and they simply couldn't refuse the demands of a superhuman.

Moreover, the person before them had already transcended the realm of humanity in the Mexican's mind. Bullets couldn't harm him, which seemed to be the domain of Superman.

He never expected another one to appear now. God! What is happening to this world?!

Regardless of the grief and indignation in his heart, the Mexican obediently knelt on the ground, raising his hands high to show submission.

In Gotham, strength represents everything.

While Iji was absorbing the Mexican gang, five or six small gangs around them were also facing a life-or-death decision.

Qi Shan had been quite diligent during this period, consuming life force every day to produce a subordinate.

Their combat power and will were similar, with only simple distinctions made in their species and advantageous combat areas.

For example, Niji specialized in underwater combat abilities, possessing a hidden organ that allowed him to breathe underwater.

Sanji, on the other hand, utilized the hollow characteristics of bird bones, making him lighter and more than twice as fast.

Yuji enhanced his heat resistance, while Goji was relieved of all tasks and simply had his physical body strengthened. His strength and physical recovery had already surpassed common sense.

So far, Qi Shan had laid eight eggs.

This feeling was terrible!

However, in order to face the Justice League, which he was sure to encounter in the future, Qi Shan had to prepare early.

The good news was that the eight were quite efficient, clearing out the gangs in two nearby districts in just a few days.

All those who refused to submit were killed, and the remaining personnel were integrated, using the channels left by the gangs to quickly replenish supplies and intensify training.

The name of the Demon King also spread throughout the underworld.

Just as Qi Shan was expanding his power overtly and covertly, Batman's plan against Superman was also gradually coming to an end.

Lex Luthor's invitation became the fuse for the whole thing.

This was the first collision between the famous playboy Bruce Wayne and the newspaper reporter Clark Kent.

However, this had little to do with Qi Shan.

Luthor was intellectually superior, capable of easily defeating most superheroes, but he didn't care about those petty thieves.

The reason he was dedicated to eliminating Superman was simply to free Earth from alien dangers.

The harm to Earth far outweighed the help he brought.

Superman's appearance would cause Earthlings to instinctively become dependent, thereby losing their sense of crisis.

When humans no longer think about how to overcome disasters, but choose to pray, humanity is not far from true extinction.

Star City, Queen Consolidated warehouse.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the heavy gate shattered instantly, fragments flying in all directions, sparking a large number of sparks.

A heavy truck rushed out like a tiger released from its cage, screeching as it swerved onto the street.

Two motorcycles suddenly rushed out, chasing after the truck!

"Damn it! It's those bastards again!"

A bald man leaned out of the carriage, cursing as soon as he saw them.

"Take them out!"

Da da da da da da…

Four or five gun muzzles extended, attacking desperately.

The bullets kicked up a row of dust on the ground, almost tracing the outline of the motorcycle heads.

Both riders were clearly experts, swaying left and right, dodging bullets while still managing to return fire.

The guy in the green hood pulled a bow from somewhere, firing seven or eight arrows in the blink of an eye.

The arrows nailed a standard square on the armored siding, the red indicator lights flashed only twice before the arrowheads exploded.

Boom!

Almost every shot brought down a bandit.

The guy in the green hood was even more straightforward, lifting his motorcycle and flying into the truck bed.

This heavy blow almost knocked the internal organs out of several people.

One kid opened his mouth and vomited a large amount of blood, spraying it everywhere.

Both pursuers were ruthless, not even looking at them, directly grabbing one who was still conscious and roaring, "Why did you rob Queen Consolidated? What is your purpose?"

The unlucky guy didn't intend to answer, directly revealing a look of despair.

The green hood was about to ask further when the helmeted man kicked him out, and with a final somersault, jumped out of the heavy truck.

Boom!

The moment his front foot escaped, a violent explosion occurred, the flames soaring into the sky, the powerful impact lifting the heavy truck several meters high, twisting it into a pretzel shape and slamming it to the ground.

The fire raged, and the heatwave swept over.

A scorched smell emanated, extremely pungent.

"This…" The green hood was startled, then reacted and shouted, "Not good, this is a trap!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen motorcycles rushed out from all directions.

Two people on each, the front controlling the direction, the back holding various weapons.

As soon as they showed their faces, a barrage of fire poured out.

In an instant, the road became a Middle Eastern battlefield.

A black SUV parked on the side of the road, and a square-faced man in an expensive suit with neatly combed short hair stepped out of the back seat.

Although he was not tall, he was unusually sturdy, and even wearing a suit, it was difficult to hide the muscles on his body.

He seemed very satisfied with the bombardment in front of him, his lips slightly upturned, and he shouted, "Green Arrow, are you okay? Don't try to explode too much, I have prepared a lot more programs for you!"

In the smoke-filled area, the helmeted man suddenly leaped out, rolled a few meters on the ground, and then bounced up, firing his pistol quickly, both fast and accurate, and in just a few seconds, four or five people had their heads blown off.

At the same time, several arrows pierced through the smoke, simultaneously targeting the suited man.

The suited man smirked and simply grabbed the arrows in his hands with both hands.

"Oh? Is this the strength of the unfailing Green Arrow? Doesn't seem like much!"

It was originally a provocative remark, but who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the arrowheads in his hand suddenly opened, and a cloud of green smoke sprayed on his face.

The suited man retreated in a panic, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his expression no longer relaxed and directly gloomy.

The targets were divided into two locations, and the attackers chose different targets, tearing a gap in the originally complete encirclement.

And it was this glimmer of life that gave the two a chance to fight back.