American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Is she… is she alright?"

Charles took a step back, stuttering slightly.

"Worry about yourself first!" Eric snapped, waving his spear back and forth, weaving through the throng of Tomies.

It was quite reminiscent of Yondu, but the weapon lacked the cool tail-smoke effect. Thumbs down!

After trembling for a while, the two gradually understood Tomie's abilities.

Not only could she split, but she also seemed to have super-fast regeneration.

Once there was too much blood on the ground, or scattered limbs, a new individual would form again within just two seconds.

Consequently, the more they fought these Tomies, the more there were.

In less than three minutes of fighting, the number of Tomies had increased from a dozen to over forty, almost completely surrounding them.

The blades flashed more and more densely. As the Tomies increased, they began to accidentally injure each other, with severed limbs flying everywhere. The spectacle of severed arms reattaching and people transforming out of nowhere was horrifying.

At this point, they couldn't care less about any intelligence. With their scalps tingling, the two turned and ran.

Just then, the Tomies suddenly paused and quickly turned into flying ash.

His mind instantly relaxing, Charles' legs went weak, and he sat directly on the ground.

He was a spellcasting class; when had he ever been involved in such a thrilling affair?

Eric wasn't much better. The crisscrossing blade marks in the room and the bloodstains on the ground still left him shaken.

The two sat on the ground, panting for a long time, before they were in the mood to speak.

"Charles?"

"Hmm?"

"Is she a mutant?"

"Probably!"

"We should have found her first!"

"…"

The sound of a helicopter's rotors entered the room. The two looked out the window, where a helicopter was ascending.

They could even see Emma Frost, the White Queen, waving goodbye with a restrained yet smug smile.

Tomie sat beside her, still expressionless. Cold and beautiful!

At the same time, the American continent in the Western Hemisphere had entered deep night.

Although there were no official public documents regarding the formation of the mutant squad, based on the principle that there's nothing new under the sun, all CIA personnel knew about it.

They were clearly very interested in the mutants.

From time to time, someone would jump out and ask the mutants in the squad to demonstrate their abilities.

Once or twice was okay.

But after it happened too many times, everyone's expression turned unpleasant.

These bastards not only applauded but also whistled, treating them like animals in a circus.

There was no respect whatsoever, and they were full of ridicule behind their backs.

If Charles hadn't repeatedly warned them before leaving not to cause trouble, someone might have already snapped.

When two more idiots ran over and laughed at them, even Qishan's forehead began to throb with anger.

As soon as he moved, Salvador quickly clung to him, saying repeatedly, "Don't! It's not worth getting angry over these idiots!"

Bigfoot Hank went over to close the curtains, and Raven also劝道: "They're just a bunch of fools."

Before Qishan could speak, Salvador suddenly became angry like a little wildcat. She said excitedly, "I can handle fools; I've been dealing with them since I was a kid. But I'd rather have a group of men watch me strip than be looked at with that kind of gaze!"

After saying that, she quickly turned her head and wiped Qishan's face, saying, "Of course, baby, from now on, I'll only strip for you. Don't be angry. Like Raven said, they're just a bunch of idiots!"

Qishan was speechless.

However, deep down, he was slightly touched. It seemed that this girl really regarded him as her destined one.

These past few days, she had not only served him attentively but also taken care of his emotions in every way, displaying the utmost tenderness, making Qishan enjoy it immensely.

He was starting to feel like he couldn't live without this little wildcat.

Seeing the two of them showing affection again, everyone screamed and covered their eyes.

It was less like a special operations team and more like a high school club.

They had American-style parties several times, and everyone had a lot of fun laughing and playing.

If it weren't for outside influences, they might have continued to get along like this.

After everyone joked around for a few sentences, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"It's almost ten o'clock. Who is it?" Siren looked at her watch, somewhat puzzled.

Bigfoot Hank got up to open the door.

Alice, wearing a white women's suit, stood at the door with a smile.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Michael Qi here? I'm Alice Zweig, I made an appointment yesterday."

Hank was confused and looked back at Qishan.

Salvador suddenly said, "Were you the one who called last night?"

Alice smiled at everyone, walked in, and sat directly opposite Qishan, saying, "That's right, it was me. However, there seemed to be a problem with the phone line; we hung up after only a few words."

Salvador pursed her lips, saying nothing.

Last night, it wasn't a line problem at all; she had pulled out the phone cord.

She regarded Qishan as a treasure sent to her by God and watched him very closely. A woman calling her man late at night? Absolutely not!

But now that Alice had come to her door, she couldn't say anything.

Qishan secretly smiled. This was originally their plan, but he didn't expect Salvador to interfere, adding a bit of anger out of nowhere.

Qishan showed a look of confusion, disguising his first meeting very well.

"You're looking for me?"

"That's right!" Alice took out a large stack of photos, placed them on the table, and said, "Excuse my intrusion, but this is relevant information collected by our church, all about you."

Everyone curiously gathered around.

The photos from this era were not yet in color, but there had been considerable progress in resolution, and many small details could be captured very clearly.

Salvador curiously picked up one, surprised, "This is… a cow?"

The photo in her hand was of a cow being held in the palm of a hand, about the size of a thumb, with a unique kind of cuteness.

"Baby, can your ability also affect living things?"

"I can, but it easily causes other problems, so I don't use it often."

Surprised voices also came from the others.

The photos contained all sorts of things, various vehicles and containers, and even the scene of Qishan dragging away a mobile building with a suitcase.

Salvador finally realized that Qishan's ability could affect such large objects.

"It's rare that you could find so many photos. What's the matter?"

Alice said with a serious face, "I want to invite you to join us!"

"Who are you?" Bigfoot Hank was a little curious.

These photos were obviously taken at different times and different locations. To be able to gather such detailed information in this era, there must be a certain power behind it.

Who exactly were they?

"We are the Doomsday Self-Rescue Organization!"