American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Facts prove that a wildcat cannot be tamed with just one bottle of wine.

As the saying goes, every successful thief is a master of art appreciation; their lives are even more refined than white-collar workers.

The Wine King did indeed satisfy Catherine, but only to that extent.

Being aloof and unpredictable is the nature of a wildcat.

If it were Harley Quinn, she would definitely enjoy the night very much.

In the end, the wildcat's heart is still occupied by the Great Bat.

However, Qishan was not disappointed. Women were nothing new to him. Although he wouldn't say he was tired of them, he didn't crave them as much.

Some things, only after experiencing them, do you realize that they are just that.

For Qishan, he enjoyed the process of teasing the wildcat even more.

Watching Catherine's expressions and emotions change with his actions always gave him the feeling of teasing a cat.

However, there was still progress. Catherine abandoned the sofa and returned to the bed, with each of them occupying half.

In the following days, the two lived in peace.

They usually played games and watched movies at home. When they had nothing to do, they would wander around the streets. If they saw a car they liked, they would smash the window and steal it, driving around for a couple of laps.

If they liked it, they would drive it directly to the lawn in front of the villa. If they didn't like it, they would just throw it on the side of the road.

Freedom, boldness, lawlessness.

This kind of madness without having to worry about the police made the wildcat particularly enjoy it.

The atmosphere in Gotham City gradually became heavy, and the chaos gradually subsided.

Although there were still gunshots, they were only sporadic.

The overall atmosphere was very depressing, always giving people a feeling of calm before the storm.

Bane was obviously still causing trouble, taking his group of mercenaries, occupying the city center, and large high-end communities near the football stadium, not knowing what he was tinkering with.

However, what was certain was that he was definitely brewing something big.

The ordinary citizens of Gotham City, after a few days of venting, gradually calmed down. Although they had a hint of madness in their bones, they still had to live their lives.

Faced with professional criminals, the rioting civilians were simply not enough.

They gradually changed from the initial excitement to the expectation of yearning for peace.

The market had collapsed, and there was no commercial activity at all.

The streets were full of thugs. Those who had fortunately escaped were obediently staying at home, consuming their savings while praying.

The gang leaders were rather happy.

They had more people and guns under their command. In this chaotic environment, it was easier to obtain benefits.

The police were still working hard.

Chief Jim Gordon still hadn't given up, leading the few remaining police officers, constantly trying to find ways to save Gotham's terrible situation.

The four forces were all accumulating strength, preparing to determine the outcome in one fell swoop.

During this time, Qishan's reputation gradually spread.

People in the nearby blocks all knew that a ruthless character lived in Catherine's house.

Killing people was as easy as eating beans, and he seemed to be a mechanic, whose modified firearms were incredibly powerful.

So far, hundreds of thugs who had tried to invade had died.

The blood had soaked the lawn!

The days were quite peaceful, but one day at noon, the arrival of an uninvited guest broke Qishan's peaceful life.

Four people sat at the dining table, which was filled with sumptuous food.

Whether from the plating, the shape, or the taste, it was definitely the work of a chef.

Just the appearance alone could arouse people's appetite.

But facing a table full of delicacies, the two people opposite didn't even look at them.

Qishan put down his knife and fork and calmly wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

What's wrong? No appetite? That's a pity. These French snails were taken from the freezer of a French restaurant. Although they're frozen, they were stored very well.

I spent some time specifically finding the cooking method for French snails, and then went to get a bottle of sake and a bottle of Jinbeili, and only then did I create this dish.

Don't you want to try it?

Who exactly are you?

The person opposite didn't pick up Qishan's words at all, staring straight at Qishan and asking.

His name is Mike Qi, and he's a bastard!

Catherine interjected.

Eating doesn't stop your mouth!

Qishan grabbed a cooked Australian lobster, skillfully opened the shell, and stuffed it into Catherine's mouth.

The Australian lobster weighed more than three pounds, with the shrimp meat alone weighing more than a pound. Stuffed into Catherine's small mouth all at once, it made her cheeks bulge and her eyes widen.

She was about to be angry, but was instantly conquered by the deliciousness, and could only chew resentfully, passively enjoying the pleasure of her mouth, while glaring fiercely at Qishan.

Qishan pretended not to see it. He had seen all kinds of expressions from Catherine these days, and they were almost enough to form a set of emoticons.

They had been sleeping in the same bed for so many days, and the dividing line in the middle had become blurred. Recently, the two had begun to flirt, touching each other inadvertently, and at most, it was just a cold look, and nothing more was said.

Qishan found the process of taming the wildcat particularly interesting.

Without looking at the two women in front of him, Qishan added a green mussel, calculated it in the creamy broth, and gently put it into his mouth.

If I remember correctly, Harley, we seem to have some small contradictions.

You used a machine gun to strafe me back then, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. It's already considered polite that I didn't directly shoot you twice when you came to my door so rashly, let alone that I'm still treating you to a big meal now.

You have to learn to be grateful!

Qishan said expressionlessly.

Harley Quinn shook her pigtails and showed a happy smile on her face.

Sweetheart, don't be so stingy! You also wrecked my Batmobile. God testify, I just wanted to say hello to you.

You know, this kind of way is very popular these days!

This kind of thing doesn't matter! Aren't I already treating you to a big meal? I want to know, why did you bring Barbara over?

Her father has been very troublesome lately!

That's right, the other slender woman is Barbara, who hasn't been affected by the Killing Joke yet and can still walk normally.

This girl has long been a member of the Bat family.

Qishan knew with his heels that it must be a troublesome matter for her to find him this time.

Sure enough, after looking at him for a long time, Barbara withdrew her gaze, her eyelids drooping, and her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Mike Qi, right? Let's just assume that's your name! I've searched almost all the intelligence system databases around the world, and I haven't found any trace of your existence.

With your skill, the decisiveness when killing people, plus the ability to casually create automatic defensive machine guns, it's impossible for you to be unknown.

Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this. Gotham has been pushed to the brink by Bane, and I need your help!