American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan glanced at them and shrugged, "I guess so. Who are you?"

"At this time, you should introduce yourself first, young man! Like me!"

Smiling, Shaw raised his right hand and greeted them, "Good evening, everyone. My name is Sebastian Shaw, and I believe many of you have heard my name. That's right, the one you're thinking of!"

"They were frightened by your actions just now!"

"There's no need to be afraid. I won't hurt you!"

Red Devil suddenly flickered and disappeared, then reappeared in the original position.

An agent at the window clutched his neck and fell to the ground, lifeless.

Shaw glanced at him and continued, "Compatriots, the revolution is coming. When humans discover us and know what we are capable of, we will face a choice!"

"Will we be enslaved by humans, or will humans be ruled by us? Each of you has the right to choose, but I must remind you that if you choose the wrong answer, it means you will be our enemy!"

Shaw paused here, looking at everyone intently.

His gaze lingered on Qi Shan the longest.

Perhaps it was his calm demeanor that made Shaw feel he was extraordinary.

"So, I can stay here and fight for those who hate you! Or follow me and live like a king!"

Shaw looked at Salvador and added, "Or a queen!"

Not to mention this old fox, even Qi Shan could see that Salvador was tempted.

These days, the way people looked at her like a circus animal had been enough for this girl.

However, seeing Shaw's outstretched hand, Salvador still looked at Qi Shan first.

Qi Shan nodded, and Salvador put her small hand over.

The two slowly walked behind Shaw, facing the unbelievable gazes of their companions.

"What are you doing?"

Qi Shan remained silent, and Salvador said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Come on, guys, we don't belong here! See yourselves clearly, there's nothing shameful about it!"

The two followed Shaw outside, and the companions were a little restless.

"We have to do something!" Mystique whispered.

The black young man's eyes were firm, as if he had made a decision.

Alice suddenly stood up and stood in front of everyone.

"Don't be impulsive. Rash actions won't solve any problems!"

After stopping them for a moment, the companions slowed down, and Alice slowly walked out.

Shaw was a little happy: "Are you going to join us too?"

Alice shook her head: "It's not that I'm joining you, but that you're joining me, Mike. I'll come and find you again. This time, our cooperation is imperative. You don't know that we're out of time!"

After speaking, Alice's body collapsed like a phantom and disappeared directly.

Shaw looked back at his companions.

"What is he talking about?"

Red Devil shrugged, indicating that he didn't understand either.

Salvador said: "She's from the Doomsday Self-Help Organization. She believes that the doomsday will come at any time and wants to use Mike's ability to store supplies and build shelters."

Shaw smiled and said, "I see, so there are people like that among us! Red Devil, her ability seems to be similar to yours?"

"Completely different! This woman was never a physical entity from the beginning." Red Devil shook his head.

"That's surprising!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people holding hands burst into a cloud of red mist and disappeared directly.

The companions wanted to act again, but it was too late.

Darwin punched the wall hard, full of regret.

"We should have let them stop them!"

No one spoke, because they didn't know what to say.

Shaw was indeed very good to his mutant companions. His Hellfire Club was rich and powerful, with an amazing ability to make money. Salvador instantly went from a poor little girl to an incredibly wealthy woman.

If she hadn't believed Shaw's rhetoric that only by starting World War III could mutants have a chance to rise.

Even if the plan got out of control at the last moment and was stopped by the so-called mutant team.

He could also use the abilities of Red Devil and Qi Shan to steal all the missiles and personally detonate World War III.

The international situation became increasingly tense. Shaw was indeed a big shot who came out of the Axis powers, and he had his own set of methods in playing with power.

Coupled with the assistance of his mutant subordinates, everything was developing in the direction he wanted to see.

At the same time, the two giants who returned from afar, after hearing the bad news, finally decided to arm these little guys, and necessary training was arranged.

Charles's extravagant family background was shown to everyone for the first time, especially the beautiful castle that stunned the little guys.

Charles's training tutorial was carried out as scheduled. He and Hank cooperated, one proposing ideas and the other making equipment, providing great help to these fledgling little mutants in terms of ideology and science and technology.

Time passed little by little. In just two weeks, they had been completely transformed.

Wearing neat X-Men combat uniforms, they already had the meaning of a special operations team.

This day, when everyone was doing daily training, an accident happened!

"Okay, today's training plan is like this."

Charles stood in front of the team and said, "You have gradually mastered your abilities, which is very good! However, stimulating abilities requires physical support, so we cannot relax our physical training."

Eric interrupted him: "Okay, don't give a long speech, just say how many laps to run today?"

"Twenty!"

Charles ran away as soon as he finished speaking. The companions were stunned for a moment and chased out in a swarm.

Everyone shouted and made noise, playing with each other, very happy.

Just when Hank took the lead and used his strong big feet to surpass Charles.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, and Hank was directly knocked out and crashed into the castle wall more than ten meters away.

Everyone was shocked and stopped quickly.

They realized at this time that there was a strong monster with a huge mallet on his shoulder on the track.

This thing was more than two meters tall, although it was humanoid, its muscles were not human-like.

Naked all over, only wearing a rag around his waist, dark all over, very much like the carapace of some kind of insect, and even had antennae on his head, his face was stiff and seemed to have no expression function.

Two small round eyes were on the oval black face, with a different kind of comedy.

The first time Charles saw this monster, he felt a thump in his heart, and a ominous premonition came to his mind.