American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A parachute blossomed in the air, carrying Ward directly towards a dense forest.

Qishan flashed past, flapping his wings, and sixteen parachute cords snapped in response. Ward lost his upward pull and fell freely once more.

Ward was startled at first, but instantly drew his gun. Unfortunately, he was high in the air and unable to control his direction. His body spun like a top, making it impossible to aim.

Qishan chuckled, swooping down. His arms separated from his wings, and he grabbed one of Ward's feet, diving straight down.

Ward felt a jolt through his body, and his gun slipped from his hand. He couldn't open his eyes against the fierce wind.

The powerful wind pressure buffeted him, and after a dizzying spin, he crashed directly onto the ground.

Ward lay on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

Qishan sat on a large rock in front of him, his wings already retracted.

The evil god's energy was miraculous, actually causing Hidan's immortal body to undergo changes similar to Ubi.

Controlling the body at the cellular level significantly enhanced Hidan's combat power.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Qishan looked up, watching a figure fall from the sky, landing on the ground with a splat, turning into a pile of bloody pulp.

Only after the person was completely dead did screams echo from above.

A few explosions followed, and the remaining unlucky ones who hadn't fastened their seatbelts met their end.

"How long do you plan to lie there? A little bump like that shouldn't have done you in, Mr. Grant Ward!"

"Conversations always start with names, don't they?" Ward shrugged.

"True, you can call me Hidan," Qishan said. "You've probably already figured it out, I'm not from this world."

"An alien? Someone from another realm in the Nine Realms?"

Qishan said, "Knowing so much, I definitely didn't choose the wrong person!"

Ward was surprised. "You came looking for me specifically?"

"You could say that. Compared to those idiots, you're a better choice after all!"

"You want to cooperate with me?" Ward asked.

Qishan spread his hands. "Let's establish the Evil God Cult together! Grant Ward!"

Ward was stunned, his eyes wide with shock. "What?"

Two hours later, in a remote but heavily guarded warehouse in Tsepko, Russia.

A few pebbles suddenly fell from the ceiling, followed by a slab of concrete over a meter in diameter and eighty centimeters thick crashing down. Ward stood on the circular slab, cautiously on guard.

Falling from a height of four or five meters, he didn't even wobble as he stood on the slab.

"This is the secret room you mentioned?"

Qishan's head suddenly appeared in the hole in the ceiling. He glanced down, then dropped down, landing steadily beside Ward.

Ward raised his gun, on guard, and said, "Perhaps. The testimony mentioned it, but it's not confirmed yet."

"So eager to get Hydra's secrets? Why not just cooperate with me?" Qishan looked around and said, "Honestly, Hydra doesn't have much value to me other than its personnel and brainwashing operations!"

"That's my business. Our deal…"

"Helping you get the big secrets, what a pain!" Qishan casually pointed in one direction. "I think you can just ask him. Judging from his expression, the old geezer should recognize you!"

Ward immediately turned his gun.

"I rarely admire anyone. Even though I've shaken hands with many presidents and sat in spaceships from other planets, I didn't feel much. But you, I really don't know how to evaluate you."

From the direction of the voice, an old man in a suit and neatly combed gray hair was carefully arranging a box.

He assembled the gun parts one by one, gently placing them in the storage box. These were antique flintlock guns from World War II, and it was rare to see them preserved so well.

Ward tilted his head and said indifferently, "Gideon Malick, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

"I never expected you to track me down here!" Malick shrugged.

"You want me dead?" Ward narrowed his eyes.

"That's right. I had them kill you, but you easily dealt with them and found this place," Malick raised his hand and pointed at Qishan. "And you even got a good helper! An alien! Those are still quite rare! You're called Hidan, right? Nice to meet you!"

Qishan was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is really defenseless."

"It wasn't before. Coulson is a very capable man with good skills and methods, and he always has some inexplicable sixth sense. If the director hadn't been replaced and American politics hadn't interfered, I wouldn't be able to get any information now."

Malick said calmly, "It will take at least ten years to grow strong again. It's still too early!"

Qishan said, "Hydra really has a lot of people."

"That's right, that's Hydra," Malick took out wine and cigars from a box, poured himself a glass, drank it in one gulp, and then exhaled, saying, "I only arrived a few minutes earlier. I even took a private plane. God, I can't believe I'm saying this!"

Seeing the old man talking in circles, Qishan became impatient. The Bloodscythe of the Three Moons appeared directly in his hand, the sharp blade reflecting the dim light.

"What's the point of talking nonsense with him? He's just an old geezer who relies on his age. Let me chop him up so we can start cooperating!"

Ward stopped him. "Wait!"

Malick showed no sign of panic and said calmly, "Don't be so anxious, let me finish. Although I did want to kill you before, after all, everything you've done has begun to threaten my power.

But now I've changed my mind a bit. Maybe you can become Hydra's second head, growing right beside me."

Ward said, "I still want to kill you!"

"Then you'll miss Hydra's history lesson!" Malick raised his glass forward.

Qishan grabbed it. Malick was stunned for a moment, then smiled and handed another glass to Ward.

Malick turned around, poured himself another glass, and sat casually on a box, slowly saying, "I know you're determined to rebuild Hydra, but how much do you really know about our history?"

"Um…" Ward was a little puzzled and didn't speak.

Qishan drank the wine in one gulp and sat aside, waiting to watch the show.