American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Twenty dollars was definitely not a small amount back then. The Bretton Woods system hadn't collapsed yet, and 35 dollars could be directly exchanged for an ounce of gold.

According to current gold prices, 20 dollars could be exchanged for 4,000 RMB!

In this era, the average income in America was only a little over 1,000, not to mention a large number of Black people dragging down the average income.

You could buy a small car for only 600 dollars. What kind of concept is that?

The so-called private room was just a glass partition, not soundproof. Opening the curtains could block the view, and the music would be a little quieter.

The two people were close enough to feel each other's skin and hear each other's breathing. Lighting the candle in the corner, the candlelight emitted a shimmering glow, creating a particularly ambiguous feeling.

Salvador thrust out her chest, twisted her waist, and tossed her head, swaying her body to the rhythm of the music, and a fragrant aroma wafted over.

Looking at her smooth, satin-like skin, Qi Shan's Adam's apple moved involuntarily, and he was actually a little moved.

After a lap dance, another 20-dollar bill appeared on Qi Shan's fingers.

"When do you get off work?"

Qi Shan leaned back on the sofa, slowly drank the champagne in his glass, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

In this era, mutants were not as numerous as in later generations.

Most of them still retained their human form, and if they deliberately concealed their abilities, outsiders would not be able to detect them.

Moreover, the United States was not stable, and a civil war could break out at any time, so rumors were flying everywhere, saying anything and everything.

Since ancient times, the United States has been a region where cults are rampant. Believing in any kind of dog shit can gather a large number of followers.

In this era of poor information transmission, this was even more true. In remote states and counties, people often created artificial miracles.

Therefore, the government departments didn't take occasional rumors seriously.

Professor X was delivered to their doorstep, personally explaining the existence of mutants, but the head of the intelligence department was still thinking about what to eat for lunch.

Even they had this attitude, let alone other functional departments.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Qi Shan appeared on time at the entrance of the club, driving a classic Ferrari, which attracted a lot of attention.

Salvador came out wearing a coat, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"Nice car!"

Opening the door and getting into the car, Salvador's face showed a bit more of a smile.

"Have you booked a restaurant?"

"I thought you were kidding!" Salvador shrugged: "But it's not too late now. Sam and Gill Brothers Restaurant, their steak is famous in the surrounding blocks. I've wanted to try it for a long time!"

"Then it's not too late now!"

Qi Shan started the car with a smile, and following the direction Salvador pointed, he drove through the central area and stopped in front of a low building near the commercial street.

This restaurant looked really good, and there were quite a few cars parked in front.

The greeter was a young Black man, who didn't talk much but had very sincere eyes.

When he saw Qi Shan and Salvador, his expression was slightly stunned, obviously rarely seeing such a combination.

The dining process was still uneventful. The so-called discrimination issue didn't seem to exist in this plane.

The menu was very delicate, actually handwritten in style, with gold trim and artistic treatment, with some later generations style.

The two casually ordered some things and hung a bottle of sweet wine.

"Why not drink champagne?" Salvador asked.

"Champagne is for celebration. I'll open a bottle of the best champagne when I succeed!" Qi Shan replied with a smile.

Salvador gave him a flirtatious look: "Oh? Then you have to work hard!"

Qi Shan didn't answer, but instead asked: "How long have you been in Washington?"

"What? Investigating me?"

"I just want to ask you for help. If you are familiar with this city, take me around when you have time. I need to find a suitable storefront, or add a small house!"

Salvador said: "Why look for me? There are too many real estate agents in Washington!"

"I don't know either!" Qi Shan smiled: ", I guess I just want to find an excuse to be with you!"

Salvador's eyes suddenly became watery.

"My fees are not low!"

"Then it's settled!" Qi Shan smiled and raised his glass, gently clinking it with hers.

At this time, the waiter brought the meal, briefly introduced the dishes, and the two ate and chatted.

In the following period of time, Qi Shan implemented the plan step by step.

He became a regular at the club, going almost every day, being generous, giving extremely generous tips, and specifically asking for Salvador.

Sometimes he would stay for a day and spend hundreds of dollars.

Sometimes he would disappear for several days in a row, making Salvador feel empty.

The two went out to eat, shop, and buy real estate.

Salvador had personally watched Qi Shan take out five thousand dollars and buy an exquisite small villa.

As the contact time became longer and longer, the two became more and more familiar, and gradually began to get intimate.

Finally, on a casual night, they twisted the sheets into various shapes.

Just when Salvador was preparing to work a few more days, waiting for the advertising studio Qi Shan promised to take shape.

The two henchmen that Qi Shan had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared in front of Salvador.

The procedure was very similar, a 20-dollar bill, a private space to talk.

Salvador looked at the two people sitting in a row leisurely and said: "I always feel that you are not here to watch dancing."

The young Magneto nodded in agreement: "Good eyes! Compared to lap dances, we want to see something else."

Salvador's face turned cold: "Guys, it's impossible for me. Do you want to change someone?"

The young Professor X smiled: "Then why don't you take a look at ours first!"

Eric snapped his fingers, and the ice bucket holding the champagne suddenly floated up and was sent to Charles.

Charles smiled and took the champagne and refilled his glass.

Salvador was a little surprised.

She completely understood what the two meant. Her delicate body swayed slightly, and the tattoo lying on her body instantly turned into insect wings.

The wings fluttered up and down, and invisible sound waves rippled out. Her whole person floated in the air, as free as an angel.

"Wow! So you can fly!" Eric said in surprise.

"Admirable!" Charles nodded.

"So that's how tattoos are used, I'm learning this for the first time!"

A voice suddenly interjected, and the three of them turned their eyes together.

A person suddenly appeared at the door at some point, looking at Salvador with a smile that was not a smile.

Salvador panicked and almost fell down.