American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The Third World War didn't break out. Instead, both sides' fleets were destroyed together, and a nuclear bomb inexplicably exploded in the center of the sea, wiping out all traces within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

Such a dramatic scene stunned the Ministry of Defense, which had been watching tensely from the rear.

The world's first artificial satellite had only been sent into space by the Soviet Union a few years prior, and its functions were still very limited, making satellite surveillance impossible.

Therefore, although both sides judged that a major change had occurred on the front lines, they tacitly treated it as a loss of contact and did not launch any large-scale military actions.

Instead, intelligence agencies were dispatched on a large scale, seeking to find out the truth of what happened.

Cuba, however, suffered an unprovoked disaster. First, a nuclear bomb exploded nearby, and then endless cockroach-like creatures appeared, landing on the island of Cuba and quickly sweeping across the entire country.

Subsequently, the news spread around the globe, and all the higher-ups unanimously chose to block the information and urgently research countermeasures.

The two superpowers were still in a state of tension domestically, with the people kept in the dark, believing that engaging in a war with their arch-enemy could very well trigger World War III.

National institutions took advantage of the situation, guiding the public to enter air-raid shelters and increasing the supply of civilian materials.

Any country with even slightly better access to information inevitably felt a hint of unease.

An air bus crossed the Pacific Ocean and entered American airspace, slowly landing directly in a deserted parking lot north of Washington.

The surface camouflage structure split in two, opening to the left and right, and the air bus was slowly drawn in before gradually returning to its original state.

This parking lot was located in a remote area, surrounded by a layer of virtual images, constantly in a state of optical concealment. In addition to the air bus's hidden landing, even if someone was nearby, they would only inexplicably feel a strong wind passing by, seeing nothing.

The air bus descended vertically in the dark passage. Without the passengers inside the cabin feeling anything, the aircraft was rapidly shrinking under the influence of Pym Particles.

After descending forty to fifty meters, the aircraft had shrunk to the size of a matchbox, slowly landing on the equally miniature parking pad.

Mechanical arms extended from both sides, connecting to the air bus.

The hatch slowly opened, and Charles and his companions stepped out slowly.

At the edge of the parking pad, an automatically guided electric cart was always waiting.

Under Alice's guidance, the group boarded the electric cart in turn.

In the rear, the mechanical arm slowly lifted the air bus and stored it in hangar number 0056, while the group, along with the automatically started electric cart, entered the interior of the base.

It was clear that this was a standard military base, likely divided into many levels.

Charles had tried to use his mental powers to sense the surrounding situation, but every time his mental energy strayed too far, a burst of pain would shoot through his mind.

It was as if some device was deliberately targeting him.

The others also noticed that their abilities were clearly suppressed by some kind of aura. They could only exert one-tenth of their original strength.

Seeing the puzzled expressions on their faces, Alice smiled and said, "This is an ATM field, a mentally simulated energy field that can greatly suppress the abilities of mutants.

However, this field is a purely biological field and does not harm the human body. Moreover, the longer you stay in this environment, the more your abilities will be unknowingly strengthened, which is very beneficial for mutants!"

"There's even technology like this?" Eric said in surprise.

Although the base was small, it was fully equipped, possessing a complete set of war equipment production lines. From small firearms to large space attack ships, everything could be manufactured.

The nano-particle construction process had a short construction cycle, and an unlimited number could be built simultaneously under favorable conditions.

Coupled with the android production line, as long as resources were sufficient, its war potential was comparable to an entire Earth.

The so-called nuclear attack had no resistance in the face of quantum transmission technology.

Not to mention that Alice was also here. As long as the other party used any electronic devices, they would have no secrets from Qishan.

This was equivalent to playing a card game where not only did you draw a straight flush, four twos, and two jokers, but you could also see the other two players' hands.

This was far beyond the level of a sure win!

Therefore, from the beginning, Qishan had never regarded the United States as an enemy. His purpose had always been to transform the conflict between mutants and humans into a conflict between Earth and extraterrestrial life.

Riding the electric cart, the group traveled along, their eyes widening at the sights.

Whether it was the exaggeratedly shaped humanoid mechs, exoskeleton armor, Quinjet fighters, terrifying robots, or six-legged self-propelled artillery, they were all things they had never seen before.

In a trance, they had the feeling of being transported to the future.

At this moment, they truly believed that there were indeed people in the organization who could see the future.

They traveled without speaking, and Alice didn't introduce much either.

The electric cart descended again with the magnetic levitation elevator, and after turning two corners, they entered a spacious lounge.

Charles and his companions were suddenly stunned as soon as they entered.

Eric was a little agitated. He subconsciously wanted to attack, but Charles grabbed him.

"Why are you here?"

It turned out that the White Queen and her group were also sitting inside the lounge.

The Red Devil, holding a glass of champagne, leaned against the bar of the wine cabinet, chatting casually with Storm.

Qishan and Salvador were playing dice, talking and laughing, seemingly very happy.

The White Queen, on the other hand, sat with Tomie, seemingly waiting for Charles and his group to arrive.

The White Queen raised an eyebrow: "Tell me your news first. Shaw has lost contact with us. Judging from the scale of this disaster, he is likely no longer alive.

Therefore, under the persuasion of our compatriots, we decided to join the Doomsday Self-Help Organization for the time being to see how this doomsday disaster develops before making any plans!"

Eric was suddenly stunned.

The person who stares into the abyss will also be stared at by the abyss.

He and Shaw shared similar ideas, both deeply loving their own race. His hatred had always been locked on Shaw alone.

Now, hearing of his sudden death, his first reaction was disbelief, followed by a gradual emptiness in his heart.

It was as if all his strength had been vented, and his whole being was hollowed out.

He just wanted to have a good sleep and didn't want anything else.

Charles was even more so. Other than preventing the outbreak of World War III, he had no other thoughts.

The unexpected encounter made both sides a little awkward, but this situation did not last long. After a moment of silence, everyone found a place to sit down.

The previously hostile sides finally had the opportunity to sit down and chat.