American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A dozen or so minutes later, the second batch of police officers was dismissed.

Under the gaze of the police, soldiers in white military uniforms packed over 40 police officers into transport vehicles.

Just like when they arrived, they rushed out of the police station like a gust of wind and disappeared.

As these people left, the disrupted signals gradually recovered.

Cell phone ringtones rose and fell, and after answering the calls, the police officers' expressions changed.

They then realized that the scale of this operation was far beyond their imagination. Over 60 police stations in Los Angeles had completed screening operations at the same time.

With such a grand scale, what exactly did the government want to do?

A large number of transport vehicles converged from all corners to the outskirts of the city. The 600 suspects screened from over 20,000 police officers were gathered together and fitted with hoods.

No matter how many sheets of paper were stacked together, the thickness of the paper remained unchanged.

Paper Style: Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique.

A ninjutsu that was not particularly outstanding in the Naruto storyline, but in Qi Shan's hands, it seemed so amazing.

Throughout the entire search process, apart from the leaders Qi Shan sent to each branch, which were Seth and his two brothers and a large number of Android No. 30, everything else, whether soldiers, tanks, or motorcycles, were all created using Chakra.

The Chakra crystallization technology researched in the previous world had become increasingly perfect after being upgraded by Little Hammer.

Qi Shan even created a ninjutsu specifically to consume Chakra, like blowing up a balloon, directly blowing out a large number of military armored vehicles.

The scene was quite shocking.

After sending most of the people back to the Kamui dimension, the Seth brothers split into three small groups, each given four Android No. 30s, forming the first search officer squad.

Bearing the title of Special Search Officer, they were sent around the world to find vampires.

In an abandoned car yard on the outskirts of the city, Old Stephen put down the phone, his expression somewhat strange.

"What's wrong?"

Blade sat to one side, carefully wiping a silver blade with a tattered rag.

"An old buddy called. He said a mysterious organization suddenly appeared today, and a Supreme Court investigation order screened the entire Los Angeles Police Department and arrested about 600 police officers!"

Blade's hand paused: "How is that possible?"

"I also think it's impossible, but that's what happened!

The police station is about to explode. A large number of family members are gathered there, demanding an explanation from the police station!

The media smelled blood and seemed to want to report something, but then mysteriously disappeared.

Not to mention the regular news groups, even tabloid reporters don't dare to comment on this matter. I always feel like something crazy is not quite right."

Old Stephen scratched his messy hair, his eyes full of confusion.

"Could the city government have intervened?"

"That's impossible!" Old Stephen shook his head: "You know what kind of organization our government is. It's full of idiots with shit for brains. How many years have they adhered to the peace agreement signed before? Is it just for world peace?

Of course not. It's those high-level idiots, for eternal life!"

As he spoke, Old Stephen spat on the ground.

Blade shrugged and didn't comment.

Although he hunts vampires, he himself is a vampire.

In so many years of hunting, he has seen too much betrayal and 'ghoul-lovers', so it would be strange if he had any goodwill towards humans.

In fact, he feels like he is another species, which should be called a vampire hunter.

"Those police officers had problems?"

"Only eighty or ninety ghoul-lovers!"

Blade whistled: "Looks like they've offended a big shot!"

With a clang, the bottle fell to the ground, rolling far away.

A black woman with messy hair walked out with her hands raised, her expression somewhat helpless: "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"Looks like you're recovering well!" Blade glanced at her, his tone flat: "If you could put my gun back, your apology would seem more sincere!"

"I just want to protect myself!" The woman was slightly embarrassed, looked at Old Stephen, then at Blade, and actually slowly placed the pistol on the ground.

Old Stephen stepped forward and roughly examined the woman's neck.

"Looks like she's lucky, she actually made it through."

The old man's mood improved a bit, and he even jokingly patted the woman's shoulder: "Congratulations, Doctor, you don't have to die this time!"

"Who exactly are you people?"

"Names are unimportant. You can call us vampire hunters. Blade especially likes that name!"

Old Stephen raised his fist, and Blade twitched the corner of his mouth in agreement.

"Are you talking about vampires?" The woman was a little at a loss.

"We've been entangled with this name for many years. I don't know when it started, but vampires have become our everything. We move from one city to another, constantly moving, constantly searching.

They are hidden geniuses, difficult to find, difficult to kill, and sometimes they even resurrect. It's really annoying!" Old Stephen said.

The woman chuckled: "Listen, although I'm a black woman, I also have a graduate degree. Do you think I'll believe such fantastical rhetoric?

Hunting vampires? What weapons do you use? Crosses or wood?"

"Crosses are useless! But some legends are also true. Silver and sunlight can easily kill vampires. Of course, the most important thing is ultraviolet light, after all, it has a sterilizing function!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded from another direction, and the three were startled. Blade jumped up directly, and the long knife behind him had appeared in his hand at some point.

With the sound of footsteps, a slender young man in a white fitted uniform slowly walked out.

This person was Qi Shan.

"How did you get in here?" Old Stephen grabbed a large revolver, pointing the muzzle directly at him.

Qi Shan didn't even glance at him. He looked past the woman to Blade, raised the glove he was holding, and said lightly: "Yo! We meet again!"

"Why is it you?" Blade frowned and slowly put away his weapon.

"You know each other?" Old Stephen asked.

"Met at a bar last night!" Blade said.

Qi Shan smiled: "I have something I want to ask you to help with. Is it convenient to talk?"