American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"It's simple, just destroy the Umbrella Corporation!" Qi Shan said casually.

"Are you crazy? Do you even know what the Umbrella Corporation is? Their research facilities are all over the world, with over a million employees. Their political influence is deeply rooted. And you think we four can do it?" Jill said.

Rebecca and Chris also showed their agreement.

Qi Shan sneered: "Stop deluding yourselves! The Umbrella Corporation has had ulterior motives since the day it was founded. Now the time is ripe, and they will launch a plan to sweep the globe. The exposure and public opinion we hope for will have no effect on the Umbrella Corporation at all!"

Chris frowned and said: "Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? Are you saying that the zombie crisis will sweep the world? That's impossible!"

Jill said, "Besides, we don't know who you are at all. Stop with the so-called vampire countermeasures and other lies. You're making people laugh their heads off!"

Qi Shan spread his hands: "Okay, if you don't believe me, I won't force you!"

He flipped his palm and placed a vial of green spiraling liquid on the table.

"This is a gift, you'll need it in the future!"

Qi Shan nodded slightly, got up, and left.

Rebecca quickly said, "How can I find you?"

"I come to this restaurant often. Leave me a note if you need to!"

Qi Shan smiled, took out a few banknotes and put them on the counter, then pushed the door open and walked out.

He had said what needed to be said. The situation hadn't deteriorated to that extent yet, so they wouldn't believe him.

Plots involving the destruction of the world are only seen in movies.

They still believe that this is just an ordinary biochemical virus leak.

The virus has already leaked, and it will take some time to spread throughout Raccoon City.

Qi Shan wasn't worried. They would come to him sooner or later, especially after seeing the effectiveness of the antidote.

Speaking of which, this bottle of antidote seems to be specifically for the T-virus.

I don't know if it will work for subsequent virus variants, such as the G-virus and C-virus.

After leaving the restaurant and walking out of the area covered by the police station, the surrounding alleys became more numerous.

"Ah!"

A scream came. As expected, a cliché scene was unfolding in the alley.

Several punks were surrounding a young woman, pulling and tugging.

A shiny dagger was waved up and down, making threatening gestures. The woman's screams set off the punks' sinister laughter, making it perfect background music for a horror movie.

"Hand over the money! I know you, you stinky bitch, have money. You get driven home by men every day after work. Let me tell you, I've been watching you for days! If you don't hand over the money, I'll strip your clothes off!"

"You've watched a lot of movies, haven't you!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind, and the punks quickly turned around.

"Who are you, you bastard? I'm warning you, mind your own business!"

"It's already the 21st century, how come you bastards' lines are still the same?

Innovation, do you understand what innovation is? If you don't know innovation, how can you have new ideas? Without new ideas, how can you improve your position?"

While speaking, Qi Shan looked heartbroken and resentful, which stunned the punks.

The men looked at each other.

"What is this guy saying?"

"He's mocking us for being cliché! Like we're copying old movies!"

"Then he's right. We are indeed imitating the lines in the movies!"

"But he's wrong. It's not the 21st century yet. There are still two years left!"

"Shut up, Cloto! Get him!"

"You bastard, how dare you laugh at us! Die!"

The three men took out their weapons and pounced on him.

Qi Shan didn't bother to waste any expression. He stretched out his right hand and slapped them three times as fast as lightning.

The punks spun around in place like tops, then fell to the ground with a thud. The daggers fell to the side with a clatter, and they groaned for a long time without getting up.

The victim, whose clothes had been half torn off, held her bag and looked at Qi Shan with a blank expression, seemingly unable to understand the sudden turn of events.

Qi Shan sized her up and curled his lips: "Aren't you going to leave? Are you waiting for them to get up and play with you?"

"Oh, oh, oh!" The woman nodded repeatedly, grabbed her bag, and ran away.

Qi Shan looked down: "You three bastards have heavy tastes. You're interested in someone like that?"

"You bastard!"

"He's laughing at us!"

"Shut up, Cloto!"

The punks were lying on the ground groaning in pain, still muttering a few words.

"You're crazy. Are you guys repeating yourselves?"

Qi Shan rolled his eyes: "Okay, stop pretending on the ground. Cloto, I just slapped your face, but you're holding your stomach. Have some professional standards, okay?"

Too lazy to waste time with these three idiots, he pulled up Cloto, the one with the missing brain cells and big mouth, and gently pinched his little finger, causing him to burst out a scream.

This time it really hurt. Qi Shan almost broke his finger bone. Cloto screamed, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"Who's the boss of this neighborhood?"

"Where's the laundry detergent wholesaler?"

"Where can I get special vehicles?"

"Do you know who the underground arms dealer is? Where can I get weapons?"

"Whose territory is the most profitable? Who controls the laundry detergent business in the central district?"

Qi Shan casually asked questions. Some were answered, and some were not.

After all, they were just low-level punks and didn't know much.

But from them, Qi Shan still obtained a lot of valuable information, such as the drug dealers they often contacted.

Based on the confessions he obtained, Qi Shan quickly found the drug dealer. He quickly dealt with the bodyguards, who were not a threat at all, and repeated the trick to obtain a lot of information again.

In one night, Qi Shan ran to six locations in a row, not only asking about the Raccoon City underworld in great detail.

He also raided a laundry detergent wholesaler by the way.

There was a slight accident when raiding the underground arms dealer. The target was not at home, and most of the so-called arms were small handguns.

What Qi Shan wanted, such as grenade launchers, Barretts, and shotguns, were nowhere to be found.

However, he did find a box of Magnum ammunition and a shiny Magnum revolver in the basement.

Qi Shan's eyes lit up when he saw this gun.

What a treasure!

In addition, Qi Shan also acquired a six-wheeled Hummer. The vehicle was obviously simply modified, with lead blocks added to the doors, which increased its weight and also provided some bulletproof capabilities.

This was obviously a big treasure modified by the arms dealer, and now it was benefiting Qi Shan.