American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"This is a 30-year vintage, authentic Maotai that I painstakingly sourced from China. I even had a mixologist specially prepare it to breathe. The flavor is at its peak right now. Have another glass!"

Qi Shan finished speaking and poured another glass.

Clyde drained it in one gulp. His expression softened slightly. He looked up at Qi Shan for a long while before finally nodding. "Now that things have come to this, this is the only option. However, I can't work for you forever!"

"Don't worry. Only three months. After three months, I'll give you a sum of money, and you can go wherever you want!"

"Alright, boss. I hope you can keep your word!"

Qi Shan smiled and slowly raised his glass. "Then let's wish ourselves a pleasant collaboration! And I hope you can get along well with your new colleagues in the future!"

Clyde grabbed his glass, about to drink, but paused upon hearing this, and asked in surprise, "There's someone else?"

Qi Shan nodded, smiling without saying a word.

Clyde's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he calmly drank the wine again.

Over the next period of time, a prominent figure emerged on Central City television.

The Flash.

As if descending from the sky, he appeared on the streets, rescuing people in danger. Whether someone wasn't looking while crossing the road or accidentally fell from a height, there was always a figure of yellow lightning.

The number of people saved increased day by day, from initial surprise and confusion to curiosity and excitement, and then to widespread praise.

The whole process didn't even take a week.

Barry Allen had also learned his lesson. His experience of running naked on the track last time made him deeply understand how important it is for a metahuman to have their own battle suit.

Cisco was very helpful, abusing his power to use high-polymer materials from the S.T.A.R. Labs warehouse, adding various rare metals and ultra-rare components, to make the Flash's first-generation suit.

The overall red design and the yellow lightning bolt on the chest made Barry Allen extremely satisfied.

Of course, the others at S.T.A.R. Labs didn't give up on tracking Qi Shan's location.

A commercial satellite belonging to S.T.A.R. Labs hovered over Central City 24 hours a day, comparing anomalous energy signatures inch by inch, waiting for the Red Streak to reappear.

But to their disappointment, not only did the Red Streak disappear without a trace, but even the Weather Wizard who robbed the bank was gone.

The bank manager sat in the police station for two days, and then was replaced by people from the insurance company. Joe was overwhelmed, leading his men to examine the scene again and again, analyzing possible clues.

But with Clyde no longer showing his face, how could these ordinary police officers find him?

The case had reached a dead end and was nearing its end. Everyone on the team was exhausted.

Originally, robbing a bank wasn't a big deal, but the bank had strong backing, and with pressure from above, these small police officers could only work day and night to their deaths.

But even so, there was no progress in the case.

Joe was thinking that if he dragged it on for another two or three days, he would just shelve it and treat it as a cold case.

His daughter, Iris, like other reporters, was very interested in these metahumans. These days, the first thing she did when she got home was to ask her father for inside information.

From her current boyfriend and her dad's mouths, piecing things together, she still couldn't put together a complete profile.

She had been feeling somewhat depressed lately.

With his daughter unhappy, the old man was naturally even more upset.

The next day, Joe arrived at the office early to report for duty. Before he could finish his first cup of wake-up coffee, a call came through, and Joe immediately led the team to set off.

After a peaceful week, bizarre cases resurfaced in Central City.

"Strange!" Barry Allen, as a forensic investigator, was even more puzzled after reviewing the scene and surveillance footage.

Joe glanced at him, waved away the passersby asking questions, and glanced at the uninformative answers in his notebook, casually closing it and stuffing it into his pocket.

Walking to Barry Allen's side, Joe asked, "What's strange?"

"The traces at the scene don't match the surveillance footage! Look at the messy footprints on the ground. Although these footprints are all wearing the same size shoes, judging from his movements and walking direction, this is definitely not one person.

It could be 5 or 6 people. But the surveillance footage clearly only shows one person. Isn't that strange?"

Barry Allen explained.

Joe patted him on the shoulder and said, "Barry, your focus is off. Whether it's one person or six people, what was robbed was a weapons store.

According to the list provided by the store owner, only hundreds of kilograms of weapons were stolen, including rifles, pistols, tear gas, grenades, and other auxiliary military equipment, enough to support a complete squad to fight a short-range encounter.

Central City is now facing a firearms threat, and we must be vigilant!"

Barry Allen nodded. "I understand. Then I'll go back and prepare a report as soon as possible, describing the physical characteristics of these people, so that the guys can be careful!"

Joe nodded: "Thanks!"

That's what he said, but Joe felt a strange sense of relief in his heart.

Although these armed bandits who robbed the weapons store were obviously not easy to deal with, these people were not as strange as metahumans.

After the Weather Wizard's bank robbery, Joe hated metahumans. He would rather deal with armed bandits than deal with metahuman cases again.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that this was just wishful thinking. From now on, all his cases would be inseparable from the word 'metahuman'.

Who told him to be the Flash's foster father?

Just as the police issued a notice and launched a city-wide search for unidentified persons.

The mastermind behind the weapons store robbery, Danton Black, was cornered by the Weather Wizard in a remote warehouse.

The two were on guard as soon as they met.

Brian seemed even more nervous, holding a rifle in a standard military stance, pointing it at the Weather Wizard, and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

Clyde lazily looked the other person up and down.

"Danton Black? Looks like you should know me! That's right, the TV station has been acting like crazy this week, replaying the process of me robbing the bank hundreds of times.

Miss Hammett next door is about to throw up!"

Clyde glanced at the nervous Black and shook his head: "Relax, our boss wants to see you."

"Who is your boss?"

"You can ask that question yourself. I can't answer it!"

Click, the bullet was loaded, and Black replied coldly: "Then I'm sorry, I have something important to do and I'm not interested in dealing with people who hide their heads and show their tails!"

"What important thing do you have to do? Isn't it just wanting to kill Simon who snatched the experimental results? Haven't you found him yet?"

"Do you know where Simon is?" Black asked excitedly.

Clyde waved his hand, turned around and left: "Come with me, your target is with the boss!"

Black hesitated for a moment, then followed with a firm look in his eyes.