American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Meanwhile, at the FBI headquarters in the Metropolis, Special Events Investigation Department.

Allen, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, walked out of the computer room, exhausted after checking surveillance footage for 30 consecutive hours.

His once dark and shiny hair was now a bird's nest, and the cheap suit he was wearing looked like it had been mauled by a husky 100 times, wrinkled all over.

The coffee cup in his left hand had a thick layer of grime around the rim, and his right hand unconsciously scratched his butt. Not having showered for over 30 hours made his skin feel itchy.

Bill yawned as he walked out of the interrogation room across the hall, blinking constantly, looking extremely tired. The cigarette he was holding had burned down to the end, and it was about to burn his hand in a few seconds, but he didn't notice.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads simultaneously.

“No leads! I've checked all the surveillance footage I could find. Not a single trace!”

“Same here. These little gangsters would rather rot in jail than reveal a word. There's no doubt that whatever we're tracking this time is a behemoth!”

Allen said weakly, “I don't know if it's a big fish or not, I only know that if this continues, the two of us will be dead before the case is closed!”

Bill was also full of complaints: “The people upstairs are crazy. Superman has only been missing for a month, and they're acting like it's the end of the world.

It's just a few missing gangsters, what's the big deal? They're making such a fuss and demanding that we solve the case within a limited time. Isn't this making things difficult for us?”

“A few? Hmph! So far, the number of missing people that we can confirm has exceeded 1,000!

No bodies, no signs of fighting, no blood, and no abnormal reports, it's as if they've fallen into a space-time rift for no reason. These people have disappeared out of thin air!” Allen shook his head and said, “If we don't find the reason, how can the bigwigs upstairs feel at ease!”

“Forget it, forget it, we're just wage earners anyway. We'll do whatever the boss says. Do you want to go grab some late-night snack?”

“I'm done for, I need to sleep. By the way, what time is it now?”

“It's past 10:00 PM…” Bill's words were interrupted by the television hanging on the wall.

A few rapid trills indicated an emergency news bulletin.

The host hurriedly walked into the studio, adjusting his collar as he sat down, clearly having received the broadcast task urgently.

“Hello, viewers, this is an emergency news bulletin! I am your host, Sambike. A minute ago, we suddenly received news of Superman. Now let's connect to the scene!”

Then the camera turned and directly showed the Metropolis night scene.

On a helicopter, a blonde woman with her hair blowing wildly pointed excitedly at the sky above LexCorp Tower and said loudly: “Hello everyone, this is Aimer. We suddenly discovered Superman's踪迹 a few minutes ago! He is currently floating above LexCorp Tower, seemingly talking to someone… And he's leaving, he's leaving!”

Allen and Bill looked at each other and quickly ran to the control room.

Around the Metropolis Canal.

The area near the scout ship was not allowed to be garrisoned by the guards in the first place. This sudden appearance of electrical discharge also alarmed the police and the rapid reaction force.

A large number of armed helicopters and police patrolled in the air, diverting news interview helicopters that wanted to approach.

The ground quickly set up a cordon, and the area within one kilometer was directly sealed off, and no one was allowed to approach.

Professors from nearby university towns were brought in one car after another. They were responsible for studying the electrical discharge phenomenon and solving the anomaly as quickly as possible.

However, the electrical discharge phenomenon was still continuing, and its power was increasing with the passage of time, without any buffer.

A local panic occurred in the city center, and all traffic arteries were congested at the first time.

At this time, Qi Shan quietly appeared in Gotham City.

Lex used his information advantage and made some simple tricks to play Superman and Batman in the palm of his hand.

Superman already had suspicions, but Batman was still determined to kill Superman. He was now fully prepared, and the huge Bat-Signal projected onto the clouds, the shadow of the bat with its wings spread clearly visible.

Qi Shan appeared very close to Batman, only a few buildings away.

Standing on the top of the rooftop, Qi Shan was still in the mood to light a cigar, slowly puffing smoke.

Superman and Batman are the two pillars of the DC universe. One has well-developed limbs and a simple mind, and the other is a famous first detective. As long as he is given time to prepare, he can kill even a god.

Qi Shan didn't want to interfere in the battle between the two, so he chose a good viewing platform and watched the show honestly.

A thunderclap suddenly came from the clouds, lightning surged, and heavy rain poured down.

Gotham City in the rain was even more gloomy and eerie.

Lightning flashed, Batman quietly looked into the air, Superman was floating in mid-air, looking down.

“You've come after all!” Batman's standard hoarse voice sounded first.

Superman frowned. He was worried about his mother's safety and landed in front of Batman without hesitation, and said quickly: “Bruce! Please listen to me, this is all Lex's trap, he wants us…”

Before he finished speaking, four subsonic wave emitters suddenly rose up around him. The strong sonic wave oscillation made Superman's head ache and his body stiffened instantly.

Superman picked up a manhole cover, tore it in half with his bare hands, and smashed the left and right subsonic wave emitters.

The intensity was greatly reduced, allowing Superman to regain his ability to move freely. His eyes flashed with red light, and two scorching beams of light destroyed the remaining two subsonic wave emitters.

Superman's anger gradually increased. He just wanted to talk and reach a reconciliation so that he could immediately save his mother.

But he didn't expect Batman to attack directly without distinguishing right from wrong.

“You don't understand at all, I don't have much time left…”

Before he could finish speaking, Batman jumped up suddenly, Superman pushed him subconsciously, and Batman flew out dozens of meters directly, slamming heavily on the ground.

Behind the simple position, a row of large-caliber machine guns rose up, frantically pouring out bullets at a rate of three thousand six hundred rounds per minute.

The 12.7mm steel-core bullets hit Superman's body, sounding like a dense rainstorm, the ground constantly exploding, raising a cloud of dust.

Heavy rain poured down, and the battle was in full swing.