American Comics: BOSS Invasion

With a thud, Simon was thrown in front of Blake, bound hand and foot.

Android Number 30 silently returned to stand behind Qi Shan, who leaned on a black lacquered walking stick, his expression calm as he said, "This is what you wanted!"

Blake staggered, a doppelganger emerging from his body, identical in appearance and build. He stepped forward to examine Simon, his excitement growing.

Blake ignored everything else, catching the gun and immediately firing it into Simon's forehead.

Bang!

Simon's head exploded, splattering Blake with blood.

Blake, wearing a look of satisfaction, nonchalantly wiped his face and stood up, kicking Simon's corpse away.

He turned to Qi Shan. "Why did you help me?"

"I just didn't want you to die at the hands of the police!" Qi Shan said with a light laugh.

"That's impossible. You've seen my abilities, plus I have enough guns, and I've had strict military training.

Forget ordinary police forces, even a small group of soldiers wouldn't be able to handle me," Blake said confidently.

Qi Shan said blandly, "You've aimed at the wrong target! The name Flash is all over the news, I don't believe you haven't heard of him!"

Blake's eyes tightened, and he stubbornly replied, "I didn't rob a bank, why would a superhero bother me?"

Clyde rolled his eyes. "You're a murderer, okay? And you say you've had military training? Has your newfound superpower addled your brain? Leaving so many traces in the gun store, not even cleaning up your footprints, are you afraid the police won't find you?

You want revenge? What a joke, it's good enough if the police don't riddle you with bullets!"

Blake fell silent.

Qi Shan said, "The Flash is working with the police, and the cases you've committed are right up his alley, he will take action. He's too fast, bullets are useless against him, you'll never be able to keep your head on your shoulders if you face him."

"Alright, thanks for your help!" Blake finally relented, acknowledging Qi Shan's favor.

Qi Shan smiled. "Don't mention it, I help you, you help me!

We're all the same kind of people, pioneers in the evolution of mankind, we are the minority.

To ensure our interests and personal safety, mutual support is necessary."

Clyde subtly rolled his eyes, slightly pursing his lips.

Saying such high-sounding words, he just wants to recruit a thug.

After spending a week together, Clyde had seen what life was like for the rich.

Qi Shan injected him with some nanobots, slightly altering his face and hair color.

He threw some money at him in several top clubs in Central City, and then threw him in.

When Clyde came out three days later, his attitude had changed 180 degrees.

The club's services made him feel comfortable from his toes to the top of his head. The beauties, the fine wine, the star-studded enjoyment, were things this low-level person had never enjoyed before.

So much so that in just over a week, Clyde had become a typical example of someone who says one thing but does another.

Although he often complained and rolled his eyes from time to time, he completed Qi Shan's orders without the slightest discount.

And his only hobby, from going to bars, fighting, and robbing banks, has now become going to clubs to drink famous wines and entering casinos.

He did spend a lot of money, but with Alice monitoring and Qi Shan backing him, these were nothing.

Seeing that the boss was about to recruit new people, Clyde was even a little expectant. He could finally find someone to play with him.

Blake was different from Clyde. Clyde was a robber himself, growing up in the mire, with strong vigilance and distrust of people.

For him, there was only one person in this world worth caring about, and that was his brother, but now his whereabouts were unknown, and he didn't care about the life or death of others.

Blake was an engineer. Although he had some small secrets, he was still very simple in nature, otherwise his research results would not have been snatched by his superiors.

Moreover, after obtaining superpowers, he actually thought of using superpowers to kill people. He still doesn't have the concept that money is power, and is a standard elite built up under the knowledge system.

Qi Shan helped him avenge his revenge and promised to use formal channels in the future to allow him to rightfully regain his research results.

With a little bit of lure, Blake immediately sided with Qi Shan.

Opening a bottle of 1992 cask-strength whiskey, they had a pleasant conversation. After the bottle was finished, Blake had a bank card and a black watch in his hand.

Unsurprisingly, the robber who had just emerged and disappeared again became a cold case for the police department.

Barry Allen scratched his head for a while.

Then his attention was attracted by Iris and the family gathering.

Old Joe was not surprised. The American crime-solving rate has been hovering around 7-8%, which is shockingly low.

Even in Washington, D.C., or the Manhattan area of the United States, the crime-solving rate does not exceed 25%.

Cold cases are the norm, he doesn't care at all.

No one robs, no one races, no one calls the police, for Old Joe, this is a peaceful day.

Everyone lived a relatively peaceful life.

Barry Allen has been training in the S.T.A.R. Labs, but other than running, he doesn't know what he should do.

Occasionally, when he finds a robbery, or a small gangster extorting in an alley, he will quickly flash past and knock these bastards unconscious on the ground.

Occasionally, there are speeding cars or small fires.

Barry Allen feels that he has helped everyone and is secretly pleased, but Wells's face is getting gloomier day by day.

Everyone vaguely feels that Professor Wells's mood has been wrong recently, but whenever he is asked, Wells always behaves normally.

So everyone didn't pay much attention.

In fact, Reverse-Flash is also very anxious. He has been trying to communicate with the Speed Force every day. He can clearly feel that the speed of the Speed Force is getting slower and slower.

At this rate, when will he be able to get all his speed back and travel back to his own time?

But even if he is anxious, now is still not the time to expose himself, he can only grit his teeth and wait patiently.

There are more and more cold cases in the police station.

The toxic gas death case of the Dabney family, the diamond robbery at the museum, and the explosion in the city center.

All of them appeared like a flash in the pan, like meteors, and then disappeared without a trace.

Over the past two months, thirty or forty cold cases have accumulated. Apart from some finding cats and dogs and neighbor disputes, the entire police station has not solved a single case.

The police commissioner is going crazy, holding meetings and scolding people every day. Old Joe and other police officers lower their heads and get scolded, wanting to make some achievements, but always failing.

This abnormal phenomenon finally aroused Barry Allen's attention.

He decided to go back to S.T.A.R. Labs for help.