American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan flicked his finger, and a drop of ink appeared out of nowhere, falling on the white man's tongue and quickly forming a square curse seal.

Root Curse Seal!

This thing was Danzo's specialty. Once branded, one's consciousness and spirit would be subtly changed. Under the influence of chakra, one would eventually become a mindless soldier only loyal to Qi Shan's orders.

Qi Shan was slightly stunned as soon as he made his move.

Since he was going to use ninjutsu anyway, wouldn't it be better to directly search his memories?

"I'll go ahead and take care of the loose ends at the hospital before coming to find me!"

The door slammed shut.

A gleam of light swept over the big man's body, who was still clutching his chest, and his painful expression instantly eased.

Wisps of white smoke emerged from several injured areas, and after a few seconds, he actually stood up.

His face was filled with joy. He looked down at the ashes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then began to efficiently clean up the mess.

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Noah Stalin, a third-generation immigrant.

During World War II, the Stalin family transferred some of its members to the United States through some means.

Noah knew that he had no connection to the Stalin in the Soviet Union, but he admired his iron fist.

His grandfather participated in the development of the West, and his father once fought against the government as a freedom fighter. Although he had never been in the military, he had gone to Africa with a friend's military contracting company and had personally witnessed and experienced battlefields and chaos, so he especially cherished the good life he had now.

But a good life requires financial support, especially in America, especially in New York State.

Here, as long as you have money, you are God, and there are plenty of people who want to serve you. If you don't have money, then you can only be one of the service personnel.

So from the age of 13, after secretly selling the neighbor's nanny van to get his first cash, he continued down the shortcut.

He spent two years in law school, dropped out halfway, and directly opened an environmental protection company. At first, he was still well-behaved, only secretly burying some non-polluting waste in the uninhabited areas of the Rocky Mountains.

But as he grew older, his expenses increased, he had more and more subordinates, and his relationship with the government became better and better, Noah's courage also grew bigger and bigger.

In the past two years, he has begun to steal government business, providing cheaper environmental recycling services.

He only needs a little hush money, plus a yacht, to directly dispose of waste in the offshore waters.

Through this method, Noah has already earned a profit of 2 million US dollars.

It's just that doing this kind of thing for a long time requires some precautions, so in the company's experimental institutions, there are indeed a group of experts studying so-called super-decomposing bacteria.

It's just that these buildings are confidential, and the experts have also signed confidentiality agreements for hush money, and can't say a word.

So most commercial spies' attention is drawn to the laboratory.

This is what Noah most wants to see. Not to mention that it is difficult for them to get core data, even if they get it, they will be confused and will not find anything useful.

A seemingly correct but incorrect semi-finished formula will drag the company's research funding into the abyss during the trial and error process.

It was originally his most proud trick, but he never thought that an inconspicuous clerk accidentally took a photo of him disposing of waste.

He found some friends and thoroughly searched the woman's home, but unfortunately there was no gain. In a fit of rage, he ordered his men to create a car accident.

Although the woman died, her husband was still alive, and the traces left at the scene at that time were too obvious. In addition, the photo of the little girl with a bloody head was taken by a reporter who happened to pass by, thus arousing some public opinion attention.

The police station was also relatively nervous about this case and had been biting on it for three months without letting go.

Fortunately, the husband had become a vegetable, even if he knew something, he couldn't say it.

He had also taken care of the little girl with money. After three months of settling down, the other party was preparing to send the little girl out of the New York orphanage, no matter where it was, as long as it wasn't in New York.

But today, bad news came that the husband had actually woken up.

Noah was immediately startled into a cold sweat and directly sent the people around him out.

He had to first find out how much the husband knew?

If he really knew where the photo was and exposed it to the police, I'm afraid it wouldn't just be the environmental protection matter, a first-degree murder charge would definitely be indispensable.

With something on his mind, Noah also canceled the party on Wednesday night.

Unlike weekend parties, that was to entertain his friends in the officialdom. Whether it was congressmen, mayors, or police chiefs, they were all his good friends at the poker table.

He was very good at making friends and was willing to spend money, giving his friends some benefits from various inadvertent places, and rarely causing trouble.

Even at critical moments, he could help them solve some small troubles through his friends, such as being entangled by prostitutes, or illegitimate children or something.

So everyone liked Noah more.

However, the party on Wednesday night was just a routine reward for his subordinates. After all, in this line of work, you need to constantly win over your subordinates to keep them loyal to you.

It was also possible to cancel the party occasionally, and although everyone had some regrets, they didn't care.

Although Noah Environmental Protection Company had its own security personnel, the security of the villa was the responsibility of experts he hired from a professional security company.

Noah took his safety very seriously.

He was sitting in the small living room on the second floor. The lights in the room were dim, and only the light from the TV was changing between bright and dark.

From the time he suddenly received the news to now, Noah had not rested.

The TV was playing The Godfather of Sicily, Noah's expression was a little dazed, and his vision was not focused on the TV screen.

The glass of red wine at hand had already been drunk, and the cigar had been placed on the ashtray since it was lit, emitting wisps of smoke.

Why hasn't he replied yet?

Did these two idiots find the right place?

Did the police arrive first?

Or did the man run away himself?

Why isn't he answering the phone? Did something happen?

Damn it, why doesn't he send a message back!

Thoughts were running wild in his mind. One moment, he saw the picture of the photo being torn to shreds by himself, the next moment, he saw the picture of himself being handcuffed and getting into a police car, and the next moment, he saw the man's eyes red with revenge.

In short, his head was very messy.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, the living room disappeared directly, and the white walls were replaced by blood.

A beam of strong light hit his face, making him unable to open his eyes completely, and he didn't know when his hands were stretched out and firmly tied to the cross.

Noah shuddered violently and his face changed drastically.