American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan slept soundly for the night, occupying Catherine's room and bed.

Catherine, on the other hand, gnashed her teeth for half the night before finally falling asleep on the sofa.

It wasn't that she didn't want to find trouble for Qi Shan, but the floor in front of the door was covered in liquid metal.

Having experienced the power of nanobots, Catherine also possessed the caution of a cat. Before finding a solution, she wouldn't act rashly.

Moreover, Gotham was currently not a good place.

Going outside might not be as safe as staying home; at least there was only a pervert sleeping in the bedroom.

The next morning, Catherine was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots instantly made Catherine jump up, landing on all fours, back arched, looking like a startled cat.

Qi Shan, draped in a bathrobe, revealing his muscular chest, held a revolver in his left hand, the barrel still smoking, while casually drinking milk with his right hand.

"That's my milk!" Catherine shouted.

Qi Shan turned his head and raised his hand in greeting.

"Morning! I didn't wake you since you were sleeping so soundly."

Before Catherine could reply, he fired two more shots.

Catherine stretched her neck and saw a group of masked, bare-limbed figures spewing white paint scattering in all directions, leaving behind four corpses with shattered heads and blood flowing everywhere.

"Wow, that's quite a spectacle! Gotham hasn't seen such a sight in a long time!"

Catherine had already regained her composure.

Having grown up here, she had spent most of her life wandering in the shadows, witnessing countless cruel scenes. These few corpses in front of her were relatively intact!

While thinking this, she casually walked to the window.

Catherine's calm expression immediately changed.

Damn it!

These weren't just a few corpses; they were practically building a wall in front of her house.

The freely flowing blood soaked the front lawn, and even the small flowers on the divider were dyed a shocking color.

"Indeed, crazy enough! If these thugs weren't mostly armed with guns and I hadn't deployed some small robots to collect bullets and weapons in advance, they probably would have rushed in last night!

Oh right, I made breakfast; the eggs should still be warm! Speaking of which, you're a woman, yet your refrigerator is full of beer and meat, not a single vegetable. Aren't you afraid of becoming a fatso?"

As he said this, Qi Shan paused and sized Catherine up.

Catherine provocatively puffed out her chest.

She deliberately accentuated her figure into an S-shape, watching Qi Shan involuntarily gulp.

"...Alright, you win!"

Qi Shan shook his head and fired two more shots.

He directly shattered the windshield of a black car, causing it to crash into the adjacent villa.

Immediately after, the sound of gunshots like popping beans and classic national curses in various accents could be heard.

"Good news, it seems your neighbors aren't dead yet!" Qi Shan shrugged.

Catherine glared at Qi Shan, tidied her hair, and walked straight into the bathroom.

Qi Shan shook his head and tapped his collar. The silk bathrobe visibly transformed, changing from the inside out into a shirt, vest, and suit, even the cuffs were changed to a matte finish, making it look more upscale.

In less than thirty seconds, Qi Shan had changed his attire.

"You eat slowly; I'm going out for a stroll. I'll bring you back some snacks tonight!"

Without waiting for Catherine to hear, Qi Shan jumped straight out of the window.

Qi Shan hadn't even stood firm when bullets came from two directions.

The suit reacted a step faster than Qi Shan. Before Qi Shan could react, he had already moved three meters to the left and right, firing shots in both directions in passing.

Then, without stopping, he swaggered forward, occasionally firing, sometimes stopping abruptly, sometimes suddenly jumping, and sometimes even retreating a few steps.

Each time he made an evasive maneuver, he accurately avoided the bullets, while turning the heads of those who fired into rotten watermelons.

Qi Shan's revolver was custom-made, not only was the gun body and muzzle large, but the power was also like a small hand cannon. A single bullet could penetrate cars and walls as a basic operation.

Despite Qi Shan's erratic movements and actions, his moving speed was not slow.

Unthinkable! Unthinkable!

The continuous chaos of the past few days made the streets appear very desolate. Garbage was everywhere, and people were nowhere to be seen. All the dark corners reflected a metallic sheen to varying degrees.

The buildings on both sides of the road were very quiet. Glancing over, you could occasionally see half a small head peeking out, but it would quickly retract in fright.

Boom boom!

The roar of the engine was very jarring on the quiet street.

Qi Shan had just walked past two streets and hadn't even reached the vegetable market at the intersection when a batmobile with an exaggerated design suddenly rushed out.

Like a rocket flying close to the ground, it charged straight ahead, with flames spraying from the tail.

Qi Shan was slightly surprised.

Wasn't it said that Batman had already been broken by Bane on Brokeback Mountain? How did another one pop up?

But this had nothing to do with him. He was just an ordinary person going to the supermarket to buy groceries. He didn't care if it was Batman or not.

But Qi Shan didn't cause trouble, but that didn't mean the Batmobile wouldn't make trouble.

The Batmobile charged straight over and fired the front-end aerial machine gun without saying a word.

Da da da da da da da...

The muzzle spat blue flames, and a metal storm swept over.

In the time it took Qi Shan to be stunned, his clothes had already changed in advance. The legs of his pants visibly transformed into leg armor, and with a burst of fire from the engines under his feet, Qi Shan flew directly into the sky.

He somersaulted seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

The Batmobile rushed past, and a screeching sound of brakes rang out. It actually made a barbaric tail flick, crashing into a street lamp and a fire hydrant before charging towards Qi Shan again.

"Here we go again?"

Having experienced it once, Qi Shan had already reacted.

He clapped his hands together, pulled open a thin rope, and then gently shook it. The thin rope directly unfolded into a bright silver cloth.

Qi Shan said, "Bright silver doesn't seem to match very well, so let's go with red!"

As soon as Qi Shan finished speaking, the bright silver directly turned into bright red.

At the same time, a small loudspeaker popped out from his shoulder, directly playing Spanish bullfighting music.

Qi Shan lightly spread out the red cloth, puffed out his chest, raised his head, with his left foot in front and his right foot in back, his posture was graceful, confident, and full of confidence, directly treating the rushing Batmobile as an angry bull.

This posture obviously angered the driver as well, and the machine gun trigger was pressed all the way down.

A dense metal storm like rain tore through the ground and rushed over.

Qi Shan just smiled slightly and gently released the red cloth.