American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In a military research facility in the heart of Beach City, a riot instigated by Hackett is unfolding.

Hackett Hammond, a university professor of genetics.

Compared to the average person, a professor like him who enjoys fame in his field of research is already considered successful.

But the problem lies in Hackett's peculiar appearance. As if a genetic mutation, he was born with a large forehead. The combination of thinning hair, nearsightedness, and a gaunt, large forehead made him look bizarre, almost like a monster.

Adding to this, his father was a hypocrite with an insatiable thirst for power. Being a councilman was his primary identity; being Hackett's father was merely a requirement for his political image.

Even though his father always appeared amiable whenever they met, Hackett knew that he was probably waiting for him to die in an accident.

While obtaining a large insurance payout, he could also use the tragedy to garner votes.

As for Hackett?

Losing a shameful son? His father would probably celebrate with champagne.

Thinking of this, Hackett's eyes flashed yellow, and his councilman father, reminiscent of Andy Dufresne, suddenly flew over and landed flat on the dissection table.

With a few clicks, special alloy restraint locks closed around his wrists and ankles.

The councilman looked panicked, trying to struggle, but his whole body was as stiff as if injected with a paralyzing agent, unable to move at all.

His mouth trembled frantically, his eyes fixed on Hackett's direction, wanting to speak, but unable to open his mouth no matter what.

Hackett leaned down, his voice gentle, just like his father had said to him countless times.

"Don't worry, Father, everything I'm doing is for your own good!"

It was this very sentence that ruined his life.

Hackett was now dominated by the raging energy within him. That suppressed anger was like a compressed bomb, ready to shatter him into pieces at any moment.

He constantly wanted to vent, to destroy everything in front of him.

Two weeks ago, it was on this dissection table that he dissected the first alien corpse he discovered.

It was also at that time that he was infected with the alien virus.

The cells in his body were slowly being eroded by the rage energy.

As time passed, he could hear other people's thoughts, occasionally hallucinate, suffer splitting headaches, and his pupils turned yellow.

His physique even shortened to some extent. His already huge forehead bulged out like a balloon, with blue veins crisscrossing it, a shocking sight.

Before, although his appearance was strange, he still had some semblance of a human, but now he had completely become a deformed creature, unable to even open his eyes fully.

In the eyes of others, he had completely become a monster, but Hackett felt better than ever. The rage energy within him, as easy to control as his own limbs, had given him the confidence he had always lacked.

He felt that after wandering aimlessly for half his life, he had finally found his true path of faith and would steadfastly continue down it.

Taking revenge on his father was the first step he would take.

The laboratory was part of a top-secret project, the security was heavily armed, and the space was relatively enclosed.

When Hackett suddenly erupted, more than a dozen fully armed soldiers rushed in, wanting to kill Hackett on the spot, but they were all swept away by the yellow energy.

He was not the owner of a Rage Ring.

He was only infected by emotional energy, so the power he could use was only telekinesis, similar to psychokinesis.

But even so, with preparation against unpreparedness, Hackett still managed to take care of all the armed forces in just a few minutes, slapping the military负责人 against the wall, causing him to cough up blood, and then putting his father on the experimental table.

This was the father he longed for, hated, admired, and wanted to kill.

He wanted to know what kind of madness the other party would turn into if he was infected with the same virus as him?

Picking up a syringe, he unhesitatingly drew 5 milliliters of blood from his arm. Hackett smiled, slowly pressing it into the inside of his father's arm.

The councilman father trembled frantically, his pupils jumping around in his sockets like glass marbles, so agitated that spittle flew from the corners of his mouth.

His attitude was clearly one of rejection, but Hackett smiled even more happily, his movements not stopping in the slightest.

Just then, he suddenly heard strange Japanese coming from his ear.

"Doton: Ari Tenzō (Earth Release: Antlion Technique)."

Step, step, step!

With clear footsteps, two figures walked up one after the other.

The person in the lead was wearing armor from the Japanese Warring States period, with wide robes and sleeves. Although he was not wearing a helmet, one could still see from his heroic face that he was a hero who had come from the battlefield.

The person behind him was wearing a black trench coat with red clouds embroidered on it, and was carrying a plant similar to a pitcher plant on his shoulder. From the crack, one could clearly see the man's half-black, half-white face.

As soon as Uchiha Madara appeared, he immediately spotted Hackett.

Without saying a word, he quickly formed a hand seal.

The Sharingan, which had been in the three-tomoe state, spun rapidly, changing into the Mangekyō Sharingan in a second. Immediately afterwards, the markings in the Sharingan opened up and quickly turned purple, with a large number of circles appearing inside.

It had actually evolved into the Rinnegan. Then, Uchiha Madara was heard to say in a low voice, extending his right hand: "Banshō Ten'in (Universal Pull)!"

Hackett flew over without warning and was grabbed by the neck by Uchiha Madara.

Hackett subconsciously used his telekinesis, lifting his whole body upwards. Uchiha Madara, caught off guard, actually allowed the other party to break free.

Comparing a professor to a ninja in combat? Aren't you just asking for a beating?

Never mind the issue of whether their professions align, at least the other guy grew up killing people. Can you, a self-taught wild child, compare to this world-destroying big boss?

Less than a second after breaking free, Uchiha Madara's eyes narrowed, and Hackett received a heavy blow to the back of his head, sending his whole body flying back.

Uchiha Madara didn't even move, and Hackett had put his neck back into someone else's hands.

Zetsu said in a hoarse voice, "As expected of Lord Madara, Limbo: Border Jail can be cast instantly."

Uchiha Madara glanced sideways at Zetsu, a look of indifference between his eyebrows.

He really can see it.

After the two finished communicating, Hackett finally reacted, grabbing Uchiha Madara's palm with both hands and trying to pry it outwards, wanting to save his neck.

But he found that the other party's palm was like cast iron, unmoving no matter how much force he used.

He struggled and shouted, "Who are you guys?"