American Comics: BOSS Invasion

This underwater base was built by Qishan. He spent three hours first using nanoparticles, according to the plan given by Alice, to create a model the size of a palm. Then, he directly threw it into the designated location and subsequently enlarged it using Pym particles.

The construction process was simple and crude, but the effect was exceptionally good.

It has been in trial operation for more than a week now without any problems. This place will serve as a training base for new recruits, accommodating more and more newcomers.

Here, they will undergo simple training, understanding the goals, ideals, and history of the Doomsday Self-Help Organization, before being assigned to different departments according to their wishes.

Buildings and vehicles are worthless to Qishan.

Anyone who is promoted to the rank of battalion commander can immediately apply for their own office space.

This space can be any kind of base or vehicle. They will act as nails, expanding the base's sphere of influence step by step.

This is to prepare for the counterattack that is destined to happen in the future.

Under the guidance of Alice, after submitting his simple information, body scan, blood sample, and fingerprint entry, Tim followed Alice's instructions and took the floating elevator to the lower residential area of the base, entering a luxurious single room of about 60 square meters.

This will be his residence for the next week.

The science fiction feel of this entire process was so strong that Tim always felt like he was dreaming. He slapped himself several times in a row but couldn't wake up. Only then did he gradually accept the reality before his eyes.

The Doomsday Self-Help Organization really exists, and it is very awesome.

After doing these things, he learned to make a few hamburgers at the cafeteria's self-service food machine for lunch, and the time passed by almost completely.

Following the route guided by Alice, Tim found the new recruit training classroom in the upper city's office area.

Pushing the door open, Salvador was already standing on the podium.

"Mr. Salvage! You are indeed a punctual person. In another 30 seconds, you would have been late. Now, take your seat. We are about to start a training session!"

Tim also knew that he was late. He scratched his head awkwardly and quickly ran into the classroom, sitting at an empty desk in the back.

Next to him was a little girl with a very unconventional dress. She turned her head to look at him, raised her chin and said, "Where are you from?"

Tim was about to reply when Salvador's voice came over: "The following content is very important. Everyone, don't whisper to each other. Listen to me!"

Tim quickly showed an apologetic expression and sat up straight.

The girl curled her lips, a hint of contempt in her eyes, seemingly mocking his timidity, but she also perked up her ears and stared at Salvador.

"Our Doomsday Self-Help Organization is a secret organization established primarily by mutants.

Our goal is to survive the doomsday, preserve the spark of civilization, and establish a new civilization centered on mutants!"

Salvador's face was filled with hope: "As mutants, you have lived in this society for so many years, and you should have experienced everything you need to experience. Some things don't need me to say, you all know.

However, what you are currently encountering is only a negligible tip of the iceberg.

When government departments begin to take the existence of mutants seriously, they will first be puzzled, then afraid, and the third thought will definitely be to find ways to control us, or simply exterminate the mutant race.

Just like they treated the Native Americans back then, they will not have any mercy!

In fact, you only need to use your brains and think for yourselves. When the government openly targets mutants, how difficult will they make the situation for mutants by manipulating public opinion?

It won't take too long, only 10 years, and mutants will face their first crisis of destruction, and I guarantee that their malice will be endless.

Therefore, in order to continue our race, in order to ensure the smooth completion of the next step of human evolution, we must save ourselves in the great disaster and gather as many companions as possible!"

Salvador pointed to them and continued, "You are the future hope of mankind, and this is precisely the dream of the Doomsday Self-Help Organization!

Of course, without seeing it with your own eyes, you may be skeptical of what I say, or even scoff at it, but that doesn't matter. Facts will prove everything I say.

The cockroach disaster is global, and no country can escape it. These cockroaches are incredibly strong, can fly, and have extremely sensitive nerve reaction speeds. The gunpowder weapons in the hands of the army are no different from firewood sticks to the cockroaches.

Therefore, if we want to win this battle for Earth, we must rely on us! Rely on the Doomsday Self-Help Organization!

I don't want to say any more empty words. I only ask one question: Do you want to be heroes?"

The crowd looked at each other, their eyes filled with indescribable emotions.

Under Qishan's endless means, the Doomsday Organization was developing step by step.

Pyramid expansion model, training teachers lecturing, node management, and the ideal world that all mutants yearn for.

In addition, there was an ample supply of materials and dazzling future technology.

The speed at which the Doomsday Organization grew made even Charles feel incredible.

In just two weeks, the relationship between supply and demand was reversed, from an initial surplus of supply to people constantly urging progress in the later stages.

Such a speed of development surprised them immensely.

After secretly observing for two weeks, Agent Moira could no longer sit still. She could not watch this dangerous organization grow without doing anything.

Last night, she approached Charles for the third time.

Charles was interrupted by Moira before he could finish speaking: "However, he can escape!"

Charles looked up and was surprised to see Erik walking slowly out of the shadows.

He was somewhat incredulous: "You two have joined forces? Erik, what are you thinking? Isn't what the Doomsday Self-Help Organization is doing exactly what you want?"

Erik said calmly: "That's right, but what about you? Do you know what you are doing? Every time you provide a coordinate, the Doomsday Self-Help Organization grows stronger. Do you think you are saving people? No! You are accelerating the process of human extinction!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend anymore. With your intelligence, I don't believe you haven't noticed!"

A few traces of anger appeared in Erik's eyes: "Stop deceiving yourself and tell me your answer!"

Charles was silent.