American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Doomsday has broken loose, leaping repeatedly above the metropolis, using its incredible jumping ability and inexhaustible stamina to destroy helicopters in the sky one by one.

The army's attacks are meaningless against it; no matter how dense the assault, it cannot leave a single mark on its skin.

Once the encirclement gets too close, Doomsday unleashes a red electrical surge, wiping out all living things in sight.

The frontline base staff has been tearing their hair out, unable to come up with a solution.

On the contrary, several attacks have resulted in heavy losses for the military.

The White House is in chaos; cabinet-level officials and higher have been dragged out of their beds to attend this emergency meeting.

The Department of Defense has issued a direct order, deploying a squadron of fighter jets for rapid support. Rapid reaction forces have established two lines of defense in the city center and are urgently dispatching anti-aircraft equipment.

Tens of thousands of police officers in the metropolis have been mobilized to execute an emergency evacuation plan.

This is already the metropolis's second disaster; the last catastrophic evacuation was when General Zod teamed up with Superman to tear down buildings.

Batman arrived in time, his face grim, launching all the weapons on his fighter jet.

Explosions echoed incessantly, the flames almost engulfing Doomsday.

However, no matter how fierce the attack, it didn't even tickle Doomsday.

He directly smashed the concrete walls of a building, grabbed large chunks of concrete, and continuously hurled them at the Bat-Fighter.

Even though the Bat-Fighter was at its peak performance with high technology, agile movements, and immense power, it still couldn't withstand the combined attack of giant rocks and Doomsday's strength.

After dodging one round of intense attacks, it had its wing broken by a chunk of concrete, losing balance and spiraling down. Batman ejected in the first instance, deploying his survival gear, unfolding his wings into a glider, and quickly leaving the battlefield.

Explosive attacks are ineffective, dogfights are meaningless; he must find a way to deliver a fatal blow.

Seeing the Kryptonian scout ship below, the image of a Kryptonite spear flashed in Batman's mind. He subconsciously touched his waist; there were still two Kryptonite warheads there, perhaps...

With such a major event occurring, almost the entire world is paying attention.

Reporters are flocking to the metropolis like madmen, using all sorts of methods to capture the latest news from the front lines.

Several helicopters, keeping a safe distance, used super-long lenses to focus on Doomsday.

In the exported television footage, the reporter's face was flushed with excitement, his tone excited as he said: "Everyone, you see, this is the monster raging in the skies of the metropolis. According to the latest statistics, the number of soldiers who have died at his hands has exceeded two hundred. This is comparable to the death toll of the Iraq War a few years ago.

God, where is Superman? Why hasn't he stopped him yet?"

Before he could finish speaking, a red light flashed behind him, and the screen immediately cut back to the broadcasting studio.

The host tapped his earpiece and said seriously: "Victor? Okay, it seems we have temporarily lost the image! Next, let's connect to the second site at the White House to see if the military has a clear plan of attack... Hey, hey? Who are you? You can't..."

The host suddenly looked panicked, and before he could finish speaking, he was sent flying.

Then, a green, tentacled, evil face appeared on the screen.

It was Qishan, relying on Piccolo the Great Demon King's guise.

Facing the camera, Qishan naturally showed a smile, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Incompetent humans, hello! I am Piccolo the Great Demon King from Planet Namek. From today onwards, I will take over this planet and become your one and only god!"

Inside the broadcasting hall, all the important positions have been replaced by men in black, who are forcibly connecting all signals to send the scene in front of them to every television.

As for the directors and other staff, like the host, they have been knocked unconscious and dumped in a corner of the room, piled up into a hill.

"First of all, what I want to tell you is that I hate so-called justice and peace the most.

In my opinion, the most beautiful part of life is greed and ambition. Whether it is bestial, human, or divine, it is an inseparable part of intelligent life.

You humans advocate peace and suppress destruction and chaos, which is equivalent to tying your own hands and feet and cutting off most of your creativity.

You must know that only war and chaos are the catalysts for the progress of civilization."

That's all, good luck to everyone!"

Qishan nodded slightly, and the screen switched to the sky above the White House.

Four humanoid aliens, dressed in black and resembling various green monsters, suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The figures simultaneously stretched out their palms and emitted shockwaves. The White House was like a fuel-air bomb, exploding instantly, with a mushroom cloud rising into the sky and scattering the clouds in the air.

The viewers in front of the television were stunned, unable to say a word for a long time.

Wonder Woman stood at the boarding gate, watching the television station, which had reconnected to the broadcast signal, in chaos, and looked up at the sky above the metropolis, where red lightning was constantly flashing.

She took a deep breath and turned to walk back.

Another alien has emerged; she can't ignore this matter.

Batman walked out of a pile of rubble, perfectly missing Qishan's speech. He keenly sensed the strangeness of the nearby crowd and asked in a low voice: "Alfred, what happened?"

Alfred took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly: "Sir, I'm afraid you're in trouble! A group of aliens has hijacked the television station, claiming to occupy Earth and falsely accusing you of killing Superman."

Batman paused, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence: "Great! Can things get any worse?"

Roar!

A beastly roar came from overhead, and the red lightning web spread out, actually expanding several times more than before, instantly enveloping the military helicopter formation that was unable to dodge.

Then, there was a crackling sound, and large balls of fire exploded in the air.

A piece of debris, burning with fire and emitting black smoke, smashed beside Batman's feet. His lips twitched, and he strode away.