American Comics: BOSS Invasion

After quietly lying in bed for about 30 minutes, I was carefully using natural energy to strengthen this body.

The various medical devices that were still connected to Qi Shan's body have been removed, leaving only a respirator.

Unable to see the current situation clearly, Qi Shan decided to strengthen his body first before taking the next step.

Moreover, judging from the little nurse's behavior, there might be a surprise later.

The noise in the corridor never stopped. Although this was the inpatient area, you could still hear many people arguing.

You could feel that the security here was definitely chaotic.

Sure enough, just after midnight, two middle-aged men in very official attire pushed the door open and walked in.

"Mr. Rocks? Right? Frank Rocks, I remember you should be called that!"

The two casually showed their credentials. The white middle-aged man on the left, wearing a brown-yellow suit, said expressionlessly: "We are from the New York Police Department. We would like to know what you know about your wife's death?"

Qi Shan was stunned: "I'm married?"

Another slightly bald middle-aged man yawned and nodded: "You have been married for almost 10 years and have a 7-year-old daughter, Linda Rocks. I don't think you've forgotten that, have you?"

Qi Shan was speechless: "I just heard it from the nurse, I have no impression at all!"

"What else? What happened before you fell into a coma? Who did you see, what did you say, do you have any impression?"

Qi Shan shook his head.

The bald white man simply put away his notebook.

"It seems that, as the doctor said, he was stimulated before, which triggered procedural amnesia. Basically, all his experiences have disappeared from his mind!"

Another detective shrugged, seemingly indifferent. He took out a business card from his pocket and placed it on the small table next to Qi Shan: "This matter concerns the murder of your wife. You can call me if you want anything!"

The bald detective said: "If you really can't remember, don't force yourself. Maybe it's better for you that way!"

The two nodded and walked out the door directly.

Qi Shan's eyes flickered.

So this body had an accident. His wife was killed, and he was attacked before he died.

He slowly sat up and clenched his fist. The originally thin arm was now filled with muscles.

Within this hour, his whole body's muscles swelled up like a balloon. He didn't look like someone who had been in bed for a long time, but rather like a gymnastics coach.

His wife is dead, and he has a daughter. It seems that he will be a nanny this time.

Qi Shan was about to find some clothes, put them on, and leave the hospital directly.

Unexpectedly, the door was pushed open again from the outside.

Two tall, strong white men with bald heads rushed in and pressed Qi Shan onto the bed, tightly strangling his neck.

"Where is the photo?"

Another big man slapped Qi Shan in the face and said angrily: "Don't play tricks with us. Tell us where the photo is? Listen, you coward, your wife is dead, don't let your seven-year-old daughter die with her!"

These two looked fierce, but Qi Shan's heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

Did they fight too much in the streets and damage their brains?

Two huge palms strangled his neck for a long time, but Qi Shan didn't even have a slight pause in his breathing. These two idiots didn't notice anything unusual.

Qi Shan was also drunk!

"Stop talking nonsense about amnesia, quickly tell us the location of the photo! Otherwise, we will directly break your spine and make you lie in bed for the rest of your life."

Such outdated lines.

Qi Shan didn't bother to respond. He shook his shoulders, directly unfolded the white man's palm, and swung his right arm in a circle and slapped him.

Pa!

With a crisp sound, the white man who was strangling his neck twisted into a twist in the air, and then spun rapidly like a top for a long time before hitting the wall.

With a bang, the floor even had some aftershocks.

With this slap, the white man's neck was twisted 720 degrees, and his entire head drooped down, leaving only a section of cervical vertebrae on the skin, swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Another white man was stunned and didn't realize what had happened.

Qi Shan kicked him away, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

He didn't use too much force, just almost kicked him out of breath. He was sure that he had broken two or three ribs, and his tailbone might have been shattered, but fortunately there were no other injuries. He could still recover and come out to play.

But it really hurt. This almost made him sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were about to pop out. He sucked his mouth and gasped.

Qi Shan slowly put down his leg and got out of bed unhurriedly.

He twisted his body slightly, and from his ankles to his cervical vertebrae, a series of crisp sounds erupted. After stretching his body, Qi Shan felt that he had grown at least two or three centimeters, and this feeling of comfort could not be expressed in words.

He twisted his neck left and right, making a clicking sound.

Qi Shan swayed his arms and walked slowly to the white man, reaching out and pulling off the necklace hanging on his chest.

After opening it, there was indeed a small photo inside.

Qi Shan smiled: "A family of three, look how happy you are smiling. I didn't expect that a white man like you would marry a Latina woman, but the little son is very beautiful. How old is he?"

The white man's eyes were about to bleed. He barely raised his arm, trying to grab the necklace back.

Qi Shan raised his palm slightly, not letting him get it.

"You want it? It's very simple! Tell me who sent you here? How much do you know about the murder of my wife?

Speaking of which, I have now forgotten what my wife looks like, let alone what her name is, but since she was killed, I have to avenge her, right?"

The white man was still gasping and glaring, but he didn't say a word.

Qi Shan scratched his head.

"So tough, that's not easy to do. I am essentially a pacifist.

I don't hurt ants when sweeping the floor, and I cherish the gauze lamps for moths. I haven't even killed a chicken, let alone hurt people."

The white man's eyes widened again, and he turned to look at the corpse next to him, seemingly surprised that Qi Shan was so naturally lying with his eyes open.

Qi Shan ignored him, but looked at the two people's body types, directly dragged the dead white man's body over, and directly started taking off his pants.

Qi Shan's body type is similar to his, so he can just wear this casual clothes. Although the combination of jeans and a T-shirt is not Qi Shan's style.

But for the time being, this is the only way. He can't walk on the street in a hospital gown, right?