American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Salt!" Murata blurted out.

Having spent so many years in America, he knew when to be tough and when to be soft.

In these chaotic times, with the country occupied by aliens, who cares about the law? They'll kill you without a second thought.

They wouldn't even need to make up an excuse afterward.

"Be specific!" Amanda frowned.

Murata licked his lips, realizing the black woman didn't understand him.

"In the East, we have many legends of ghosts and zombies, collectively known as spirits. The most important tool for exorcising them is salt!"

"How do you use it?"

"It's simple. Just sprinkle salt on those zombies. If you can get it into their mouths, you can even see the spirit screaming as it escapes. It's quite a sight!"

Murata gestured excitedly, "A long, black spirit whooshes right out..."

Amanda said impatiently, "Drag him out!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Two soldiers entered, grabbed his arms, and began dragging him away.

Murata was startled and shouted, "You're not keeping your word! You promised to let me go..."

Amanda ignored him and directly ordered, "How many zombies have we captured?"

"Yes, ma'am!" The Major saluted and quickly left.

In the laboratory, the disheveled head of research emotionlessly took the mission order, glanced at it, and tossed it to his assistant.

The assistant's eyes widened. "They've gone mad! Has Piccolo finally driven them crazy? They actually want to use salt against zombies? The two have absolutely nothing to do with each other!

Do they want to pickle the zombies to death or something?"

"Stop talking nonsense and do the experiment! Didn't they send us three test subjects? Move two out for other projects. I'll send someone to pick them up later.

I refuse to believe there are no genetic anomalies! It completely violates scientific principles!"

Flames flickered in the director's eyes.

The assistant shrunk back, mentally crossing himself for the two unlucky individuals, and asked, "What about the remaining one?"

"You take care of it!"

"Me?" The assistant pointed at his nose. "Has the director forgiven me? Am I going to be on the test bed now?"

"Yes, first deal with the idiotic task from above. It's definitely going to be ineffective anyway. Just mess around with it and write a report. After that, push the test subject straight into the dissection room. Damn it, this time I'm going to cut them into pieces!" The director suddenly roared and rushed into the lab.

The assistant paused, turned to look at the guards outside the door who looked like they were having a bad day, and said cautiously, "Um, the director was joking. I'll do the experiment seriously! Really seriously!"

The soldiers didn't even offer a glance, simply waved their hands, and three people bound like dumplings were pushed in from outside the door.

Even completely wrapped up, the three weren't behaving, struggling non-stop inside.

Fortunately, the restraint suits were made of special material capable of withstanding over fifty tons of pulling force, otherwise, they would have been torn apart long ago.

"Please sign!" The soldier said coldly.

These soldiers might respect scientists a little, but they've always kept a respectful distance from mad scientists.

Who knows if these psychos might suddenly pin them to the test bed.

The assistant was long accustomed to it, skillfully signed, and controlled the robotic arm to separate the three, sending them into different experimental reserve rooms.

Following the experimental rules, the assistant pushed the test subject assigned to him into the laboratory.

After re-checking the restraint suit and attaching the test bed's own locking ring, he turned on the experimental recording and carelessly said while cautiously untying the strip of cloth from the subject's mouth.

"This is a new experiment, number sd-w33501, verifying whether salt has any killing effect on the new species code-named Zombie.

First use, I want to take one gram of salt as a baseline, the remaining 10 times for technical testing, to see if there will be some effect."

The assistant casually scooped a spoonful of salt and poured it directly into the zombie's mouth.

"Experiment completed, verification time is three seconds, the experiment failed, proving that salt has no effect on zombies... Holy crap!"

The zombie on the test bed suddenly opened its mouth wide and let out a howl. The assistant was so frightened that he stumbled back, hitting the back of his head on the ground with a thud.

Then a black shadow was seen emerging from its mouth, howling as it disappeared into the ceiling.

The internal communication was activated, and the director said dissatisfied: "What the hell are you doing again? I told you a long time ago that the equipment in this laboratory is extremely valuable, you need to be careful, careful, and even more careful. Was the experimental equipment damaged? Be careful or I'll skin you alive. How is my test subject? Did it escape..."

"Director..."

"...Don't let it run away. This thing is very precious. I asked the Tianyan Society so many times, and only three were allocated..."

"Director..."

"...If you really like one, how will I explain it to the other researchers? You're just unreliable, I..."

"Director!!!" The assistant suddenly shouted loudly, startling the director.

He was a little stunned and stammered: "Wh-wh-what's wrong?"

The assistant cried with a mournful face, "The experiment was successful!"

The director's tone instantly rose a level: "What did you say!?"

"I mean, the new species zombie you mentioned was killed by one gram of salt. I just saw the contaminated soul with my own eyes! It seemed to be thanking me for saving it!"

The assistant suddenly looked holy, as if he had become a priest who could comfort souls.

He felt his heart was closer to God.

In the video, the director was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly: "Don't touch the scene, I'll be right there!"

He didn't even turn off the communication, scrambling over here.

Even knocking over the laboratory stool and smashing test tubes on the ground didn't matter.

Several hours later, the researchers from the entire research area gathered together and came to a conclusion with a dazed expression.

Salt! It really is the main weapon against zombies!

But, why is that? This is unscientific, it's simply challenging the entire civilization of Earth.

The research director's hair seemed even messier.