American Comics: BOSS Invasion

When Uncle knocked on the door, Qi Shan had already led his two newly acquired subordinates through the border and was driving in a remote town on the Mexican frontier.

What the Seth brothers had racked their brains over, even resorting to kidnapping Uncle's family of three to barely scrape through the border checkpoint,

was not even a problem for Qi Shan. He simply cast a simple illusion, and everyone around him became blind.

Their car didn't even stop; it drove straight through the checkpoint.

Although the Seth brothers had become slaves, they still retained their own consciousness. Seeing their master display such miraculous power, surprise reappeared on their faces.

Qi Shan was too lazy to pay attention.

After a while, once he gave them the chakra ring fragment, they would get used to this extraordinary power.

"Boss, we need to go to the next town!"

"Why?"

"My contact is there?" Seth shrugged. "Of course, there's no need to bother with him now. With your abilities, Boss, we can become the real underground emperors of Mexico, doing whatever we want!"

Richie's eyes lit up, and he cheered.

Qi Shan said impatiently, "Shut up! What underground emperor nonsense! Quickly find a place to rest. What time is it set for?"

"Nightfall!"

Qi Shan parked the car in front of a motel: "Looks like we have a whole day to kill. Go handle the money you brought, and pick me up in the afternoon!"

Seth said, "No problem, Boss. Want me to find you a girl?"

"Get lost!"

Opening the car door and getting out, watching Qi Shan's back disappear into the entrance, the brothers smiled at each other and drove away.

Having been disturbed by the two brothers earlier, the converter's calibration hadn't been completed yet, and it needed some time.

Moreover, last night's meal was terrible. Qi Shan desperately needed a change of pace.

Businesses in border areas usually face hardened criminals who have escaped from somewhere every day.

These people are both dangerous and rich, and the large amounts of capital attract crowds to flock there.

Therefore, border areas may lack in other aspects, but the places for eating, drinking, and entertainment are definitely high-end.

Take the motel, for example. It's two grades higher than those in America, almost approaching a four-star hotel.

It's evident that the big boss behind this motel is well-connected.

However, Qi Shan didn't care about these things. He quickly got a room, ordered a bunch of food from the front desk, and then went back to the room, holing up for the whole day.

He spent about a dozen hours adjusting the converter, confirming that crystal release chakra would be the base energy.

Perhaps influenced by the creation properties of crystal release ninjutsu, the spiritual particles that were converted actually condensed into a physical entity.

This was much more powerful than a spiritual particle light arrow.

Discovering this characteristic, Qi Shan simply created two handguns, modeled after the Colt Anaconda revolver.

They were silver-white and gleaming, sparkling brightly.

Each time the trigger was pulled, spiritual particles would automatically condense a bullet at the rear of the gun barrel.

In other words, as long as Qi Shan held them, these two guns were infinite-ammo artifacts.

Not only that, but Qi Shan also spent some time using a special arrangement method to create several pairs of murderous stone handcuffs.

For Death, this thing was like seastone handcuffs to devil fruit users.

Qi Shan wanted to test if it would work on demons.

If it worked, he really wanted to catch two and study them to see how this thing was produced.

Could it be the same nature as tailed beasts?

If possible, Qi Shan also wanted to personally create several demon jinchuriki.

Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

At nightfall, the two brothers changed into different outfits and arrived at the motel in a rugged-looking Hummer.

After picking up Qi Shan, they drove straight toward the rendezvous point.

Centered around a bar, there were a few supporting shops scattered around.

Various bikers and truck drivers reveled here, some even running to the roof to spray fire everywhere with flamethrowers. The music was deafening, making your brain buzz.

It felt like suddenly arriving in hell, with demons dancing everywhere.

Qi Shan sniffed, his lips curling slightly, "The smell of blood!"

Are demons doing things so sloppily now? They don't even bother to hide it?

That filthy wandering singer stood on the steps shouting at the girls, his body trembling with the loud music like a madman.

"Guys, tonight all the girls at the Milk Wave Bar are half price! One in a hundred, fair prices, all kinds of girls, everything you could want.

That's right, we have white chicks, black chicks, pretty chicks, Asian chicks, primitive chicks from African tribes, passionate chicks, cold and aloof chicks. Smooth-skinned chicks, hairy chicks, blood-spraying chicks, water-spraying chicks, biting chicks.

We even have animals, whether it's horses, dogs, or chickens!

Whatever you want, you've come to the right place, come patronize us, lovers!"

While shouting, the person came over, grinning: "Hehe, look at these guests..."

He saw Qi Shan at a glance, and his whole body froze there.

Qi Shan was a little puzzled, why was the reaction so big? Did I reveal a flaw?

He looked down and realized he was still playing with the big revolver in his hand.

Qi Shan raised an eyebrow, flipped his hand, and the revolver disappeared.

Seth kicked open the car door, knocking the idiot who had been blocking the door for a long time without saying a word head over heels.

Getting out of the car, he grabbed the other party and started beating him up.

Richie cheered and rushed down to join the revelry.

The two of them beat up the wandering singer, and the surrounding bikers cheered.

Qi Shan was too lazy to pay attention to them, and walked straight into the bar.

The music was much softer, the fierce rock and roll turning into seductive jazz.

A dozen girls stood in different positions, swaying to the music, making various seductive movements.

Every man in the room was surrounded by one or two innocent-looking girls. With the long-legged dancers on stage, it was full of hormones.

It could be seen that the bar was converted from an old church, and the murals on the walls were covered with various artistic paintings.

Everywhere exuded an aura of rebellion.

Bang!

A figure flew out, hitting the steps and passing out, blood flowing from the back of his head to the ground.

The crowd surrounded the victor, cheering constantly, no one caring about the life or death of the loser.

Seth and Richie walked in, cheering: "This place is heaven!"

They looked at Qi Shan, and Qi Shan waved his hand, sending the two away.

He grabbed a dancing girl and walked straight to the corner amid the girl's giggling.

"Hey! You can't do that!"

A bald man reached out to stop him but was kicked away by Qi Shan, walking away amid the cheers of the surrounding people.