American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As Barry Allen's clothes were incinerated by the intense heat generated from friction, turning to ashes and dissipating into the air, Qishan had already returned to his residence with the Weather Wizard.

The chaos caused by super-powered individuals in Central City had only just begun. The Weather Wizard was the first to emerge, but he would definitely not be the last troublemaker.

Qishan planned to gather these people together, using a combination of coercion and enticement to bind them into a group. After some initial adjustments, he would release them all at once.

In the early stages, the Flash always encountered enemies one by one, acting as a superhero to send supervillains who couldn't see the big picture and fought alone to prison.

Although he was often humiliated, getting beaten badly each time, he would always have a burst of power under Wells's motivational speeches, turning the tables and subduing the supervillain.

To outsiders, it might seem embarrassing, but in reality, the process of fighting was the Flash's growth process.

The Speed Force was born from the Flash's actions. Every time he ran, every time he surpassed his limits, every time his speed increased significantly, the Speed Force would grow rapidly.

And this was precisely what Reverse-Flash needed. He disguised himself as Wells, painstakingly engineering the particle accelerator explosion.

He spent over a year personally creating the Flash and gradually imparting his experience to him, allowing the Flash to grow faster.

It's like playing a game; a character needs to level up, which requires experience points. Where do experience points come from? Naturally, from hunting monsters in the wild.

What Qishan was doing was clearing out all the wild monsters, keeping the Flash's experience bar constantly empty.

Without battles, there would be no experience, no skills, no progress.

Without a breakthrough in speed, he would always be just a young man with amazing speed, and would never grow into the Flash.

However, from Barry Allen's perspective, he would be more than happy if someone else took care of all the supervillains and maintained the peace in Central City.

With this free time, he might be able to win Iris over sooner.

Although Iris currently had a fiancé, and they were very sweet together, in the Flash's heart, he was still eagerly waiting to be a replacement.

The police department would be happy, the people would live in peace, S.T.A.R. Labs would have nothing to do, and Cisco might spend more time at the bar, mending his relationship with his family.

Among all the characters, only Reverse-Flash would be anxious and on edge.

He had put so much effort, disguising himself and acting, all to get the Flash to recreate the Speed Force.

If the Flash didn't run, how would the Speed Force accumulate energy and grow stronger?

If the Speed Force's energy was insufficient, Reverse-Flash would still not be able to escape the temporal prison.

Clang!

A ball of liquid metal flew over and struck Clyde's wrist, instantly transforming into a black watch.

Clyde's expression changed. He felt the special energy within him being rapidly compressed, as if encountering a natural enemy, shrinking within his abdomen and refusing to come out no matter how he tried to mobilize it.

"What... what did you do to me?"

"Don't be nervous. I just used dark matter to create a little toy that targets your mutated genes, suppressing the power within you that controls mist and storms.

Rest assured, this thing can only suppress the activity of dark energy, and it won't cause any damage to your body!"

Qishan slowly sat on the sofa, took out two cigars from the cigar box on the coffee table, tossed one to Clyde, and with a flash of electricity in his hand, the cigar was already processed and placed perfectly in his mouth.

Qishan took a slight breath, exhaling a faint cloud of smoke. The aroma of the high-quality tobacco slowly spread, invigorating Clyde's spirits.

At this moment, he finally thought to look around.

Qishan's speed had really startled him. One second he was drinking milk, the next second there was someone in front of him, and before he could say two words, a flash of electricity and he was in a different place.

From the decor of the room, it could be seen that this was likely a side living room of a high-end villa.

A place for the owner to relax and entertain, play cards with friends, or have heart-to-heart talks.

But you don't have to worry, besides being able to suppress the power within you, it's just an added communication function.

In a couple of days, after you've entered your basic information, you can freely change its external appearance.

Any model of famous watch can be counterfeited, and not even a tiny bit off!"

Hearing this, and seeing that the black watch was indeed seamless, without any traces of buckles, Clyde could only suppress the unease in his heart, looked up at Qishan, and asked in a low voice: "Who exactly are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, just call me Boss!"

Qishan smiled, took out a small wine pot from the nearby mini-fridge, and then took out two jade-colored small wine cups from the side water table using bamboo tongs.

After a simple arrangement, he held the handle of the wine pot in his right hand, gently shook it twice to evenly distribute the liquid inside, and then slowly poured two cups of wine.

"You robbed a bank, it seems you really need money! What do you want to do with the money? Spend it lavishly?"

Clyde was expressionless. "What else?"

"I've seen your file, it seems you also have an older brother!"

"He's missing. I have to find him. He's the only relative I have in this world. Finding people requires money, and life also requires money!"

Qishan chuckled: "It just so happens that I'm very rich! The money I can earn every day is an astronomical figure to you.

You work for me, and I give you money.

You can also buy special items from me if you have any special requirements. Trust me, my channels are extensive, beyond your imagination. As long as you can come up with something, I can find a way to get it!"

Qishan made a gesture to invite him, Clyde picked up the small wine cup, didn't even look at it, and poured it down his throat.

With a mouthful of mellow and rich Moutai entering his mouth, Clyde's expression froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

But Qishan could still tell from his constantly swallowing Adam's apple that he was very fond of the wine.