American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Having set the fire, Qi Shan felt relieved.

But the entire Happy Valley was silent.

Including the truck driver who had desperately escaped before, including the monsters that had transformed and were about to attack, everyone was stunned on the spot, woodenly watching the black snowflakes fluttering in the air, unable to say a word.

The Seth brothers walked out of the bar with looks of relief on their faces, covered in blood, each dragging a leg, forcibly dragging out the Death Lover whose little head had been flattened.

"Boss, this guy can't be killed!" Seth shouted.

Richie took out his pistol and fired three shots at the head.

The large-caliber firearm blasted the monster's head to pieces at close range, but in the next second, it miraculously recovered.

Qi Shan spat at it, directly blasting the monster's head into ashes.

Then, with a blank expression, he turned and left.

The two brothers looked at Qi Shan with the eyes of gods, exchanged glances, threw away the thigh, and followed behind him, wagging their tails.

Everyone in Happy Valley stared at the three of them, not daring to move.

Don't think these monsters are arrogant; they are willing to risk their lives, but they won't go to their deaths for no reason.

A car emitting black smoke broke the silence, sputtering and driving up to the bar.

The driver, with a small mustache, laboriously rolled down the car window, revealing a surprised expression, looking at the bar and then at the Seth brothers.

"Seth? Did you do this?"

Seth turned his head and saw the small mustache, and anger immediately rose from his heart. He rushed forward and pulled the small mustache out of the car window, lifting him over his head with one hand.

"You bastard, why did you have to choose this place?"

The small mustache struggled twice, and seeing that Seth's arms were as strong as steel and unyielding, he simply gave up and even took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, trembling as he lit one.

"What the hell are you doing, kid? If you're not happy with the bar, what does it have to do with me? Damn it, this place is fun. The best place in Mexico is open all night, and there's a big discount every time, and there are a lot of chicks.

Every time I drive by, I want to go in and have some fun!"

"You idiot, this place is full of monsters! Monsters! Look at them..."

Seth turned his head, and the monsters all disguised themselves again, directly turning into onlookers.

The small mustache had a headache: "Seth, you need to see a psychiatrist!"

Richie shouted: "Seth, let's go!"

Seth threw away the small mustache and said fiercely: "Listen, you bastard, I almost died tonight, you have to compensate me!"

"For example, helping you find a real chick?"

"At least five!"

"Okay!"

The conditions were agreed upon, and the two of them put their arms around each other again.

As before, without being affected in any way, the car drove into American territory.

The three of them walked east, stopping and going, anyway, everyone was not in a hurry, eating when they encountered delicious food, and playing when they encountered fun things.

So, for a distance of less than 1000 kilometers, the group took a full three weeks.

When the car drove into Los Angeles, Qi Shan even had a sense of illusion as if he were in another world.

I never realized before that America is really too desolate.

The small number of people is also a factor, and the residents are very scattered.

There are basically no people on the interstate highway, and most of the time, it's just one car running until the end of time.

Although there are three subordinates following, and Qi Shan doesn't need to drive, he inevitably feels bored.

In the year 2000, a big city like Los Angeles already had some of the charm of a super city, with cars and pedestrians coming and going on the streets.

After all, this is Hollywood, attracting beauties from all over the world, and the quality on the streets is very high.

It was already late at night when they entered the city.

Originally, Qi Shan was planning to find a five-star hotel, get a good night's sleep, and then wander around tomorrow to see if he could run into any plot characters.

Unexpectedly, when the car passed through the city center, Qi Shan was suddenly attracted by a large cold storage.

"What a strong bloody smell!"

He sniffed his nose. This time the bloody smell was very pure. Although it was still mixed with a little hormone and alcohol, it was more than a notch stronger than the monsters he had encountered before.

"What did I encounter again? Blood, vampires?"

With questions in his mind, Qi Shan pointed in the direction of the cold storage. The small mustache who was driving slammed the steering wheel, and the car drifted across the road in a series of braking sounds, directly wedging into the opposite parking space.

"Bastard, how are you driving!"

"Do you want to die? Do you want to die?"

"Idiot!"

Amidst a burst of curses, the four of them opened the car door with no unnatural expressions on their faces and walked straight towards the cold storage.

At the gate, a tall, fat man stood there with his arms crossed.

Seeing Qi Shan and the others approaching, the fat man said coldly: "What are you doing?"

Qi Shan was old and godly, completely ignoring him.

Seth stepped forward and took out two Franklins: "My boss is very interested in you!"

The small mustache sniffed his nose: "I smell the scent of beauties and alcohol!"

Richie laughed strangely: "Explosive music! This is definitely a secret club!"

"You're right, but we won't entertain you!" the fat man replied.

Seth counted out five more banknotes and shook them.

The fat man smiled coldly: "I am a person with principles, and money will never defeat me. You can now choose to take your stinky money and leave, or be beaten by me until you're crawling on the ground looking for your teeth!"

Seth shouted loudly.

"Oh my god, boss, did you hear that? He's threatening me. This is a personal attack that has deeply hurt my soul. I suspect I already have a serious psychological shadow. Can I fight back?"

Qi Shan subtly rolled his eyes, turned around leisurely, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Seth whistled and pounced forward.

The other two stood aside, their expressions revealing envy.

Richie couldn't help gesturing beside him: "Seth, hit him in the mouth! Knock out all his teeth, not a single one left! Oh yeah, that's it!"

After a burst of excited flesh-hitting sounds, a minute later, when Qi Shan turned around again, the fat man was already stuck against the wall, head down and feet up, with blood flowing from his mouth into a small river.

Bloody teeth were scattered all over the ground, and Richie picked the best-looking one with great interest.

The small mustache was already standing in the iron gate, bowing and gesturing to invite them in.

Qi Shan glanced at it, and strode in.