American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan wasn't wrong with that statement at all.

That kid Chu Ao ran to over a dozen places this afternoon.

Sometimes east, sometimes west.

Qi Shan wasn't in a hurry, always leisurely riding his bicycle around, weaving back and forth through a farmers market five or six times, making the old woman squatting at the entrance selling grilled corn nervous, who kept staring at Qi Shan with a wary gaze and sent her beautiful daughter to the back to do homework.

However, Qi Shan didn't come away empty-handed.

In Shanghai, the farmers market might be the most chaotic place right now, with even more foot traffic than the train station.

With his strong physique, Qi Shan could hear a lot of information just by walking around.

In the farmers market, he conveniently dealt with a few petty thieves.

In the alley, he resolved a gang fight among some unruly kids.

Outside an inconspicuous arcade, he stuffed a group of loan sharks into the trash can.

Qi Shan instantly went from penniless to loaded.

Although a few tens of thousands of yuan in cash wasn't of much use, at least he wouldn't have to worry about food for the short term.

He rode his bike around half of Shanghai, buying snacks and ice cream along the way, very leisurely.

So it wasn't until dark that Qi Shan finally found his target.

From the outside, Qi Shan looked like a harmless young man, and although the suit he was wearing wasn't a luxury brand, it fit him well.

However, sitting on the little yellow bike clearly lowered his status.

Especially at this time of day, he looked like an office worker who didn't want to go home after getting off work, had a couple of drinks with colleagues, and was leisurely riding his bicycle home.

Even though he was acting harmless, Chu Ao's brow throbbed with pain, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

This feeling only appeared when he encountered a life-or-death crisis.

Chu Ao suddenly took two steps back, his eyes full of vigilance, his right hand subconsciously reaching into his chest, as if he wanted to grab a weapon.

"Who are you?"

"Who exactly are you?"

Qi Shan lowered his head and parked the little yellow bike, glanced at the broken toilet seat he had snapped off, took out his newly bought Apple phone, scanned the QR code, and clicked on 'report repair'.

"It's about what you guessed, but there are some differences!"

Qi Shan opened his driver's license: "I'm from the Space-Time Planning Bureau. Your illegal crossing and attempt to interfere with the main plot and affect the world line have been exposed. Put down your weapon and come with me!"

Chu Ao's jaw almost dropped: "What?"

His eyes glanced unnaturally at the driver's license, and he saw that it was indeed a work permit from the Space-Time Planning Bureau.

Then he reacted, pointing the gun at Qi Shan's brow.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. You want me to believe your lies with a fake certificate that costs 100 yuan for three copies? Hands up! Tell me, how did you know my identity!"

Chu Ao shouted sharply.

Qi Shan looked up at the small apartment: "If I remember correctly, the heroine should be called Gu Xiaojiao, which room does she live in?"

Qi Shan's indifferent expression directly angered Chu Ao.

He moved the gun down, aiming at Qi Shan's leg and fired a shot directly.

Bang!

With a gunshot, a hole appeared in Qi Shan's pants, and the flat bullet rolled down his trouser leg to the ground, startling Chu Ao.

He quickly took a few steps back, firing several shots in succession.

At this time, the muzzle was no longer avoiding vital points, and every shot hit Qi Shan's vital points: heart, throat, brow, eyes.

The bullets didn't even knock off a single strand of Qi Shan's hair, and they all fell to the ground with clanging sounds.

Especially the shot that hit the eyeball, the way the bullet fell and Qi Shan was unharmed almost scared Chu Ao to death.

Then he decisively gave up, turned around and ran without hesitation.

Watching the other party skillfully rush into the dark alley, change direction at an extremely fast speed, and cross two buildings in just a dozen seconds, appearing on the adjacent street.

Qi Shan couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that you've crossed a lot. Not only have you practiced your marksmanship, but even your escape is very professional, interesting!"

A dozen gunshots attracted a lot of onlookers.

Firstly, the duration of the gunshots was only a few seconds, and secondly, there were no casualties, so everyone looked around for a while, but didn't see anything exciting, and thought it was someone setting off firecrackers against the rules, and didn't care after a few more words.

With more than a dozen holes in his clothes, Qi Shan couldn't let Chu Ao run away.

He slowly walked into the backlit alley, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he jumped onto the roof, and after several jumps, he instantly crossed two buildings and landed on the roof of a building.

Identifying the direction, he leisurely admired the surrounding scenery, and then jumped to a nearby building again.

Chu Ao ran out of two streets alone, rushed into a taxi and went straight to the suburbs.

The driver saw him panting and thought he was really in a hurry, and couldn't help but speed up a bit.

After his breathing evened out, Chu Ao thought for a while, took out his phone and dialed out.

"President Liu, yes, it's me! I remember when we had dinner last time, didn't we talk about bodyguards? I'm very interested, I wonder if I can go to the bodyguard company tomorrow to pick two people!

I need a professional bodyguard team, that's right, preferably retired special forces, of course, price is not a problem.

Tomorrow at 10:00 AM, okay, no problem, I will be there on time!"

After hanging up, he immediately dialed another one.

"Secretary Liu, put down the work you have at hand now, call the police, and ask the police to come, saying that someone wants to kill me!

It's okay, it's okay, I'm not injured, just a little frightened, I didn't expect such a prosperous society to have such a madman.

Oh right, communicate with the public relations department and prepare 3 million to donate to the Shanghai Retired Police Cadre Fund, put it cleverly, don't be too direct!

Yes, I'm heading home now, notify the security to be more vigilant."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Ao loosened his tie somewhat dejectedly and slumped in the back seat.

The driver heard what he had just said, his legs were a little weak, he shrank his neck and tried to minimize his presence, how dare he interrupt.

And the corresponding speed increased a bit.

No wonder this kid was panting when he stopped the car, it turned out he didn't have anything urgent, he was tnd being chased and killed, could someone be following?

The driver thought to himself, and began to pay attention to the scene in the rearview mirror.

But now is the time to get off work, the traffic is very heavy, everyone is on the same road, so everyone looks like a tracking murderer.

Before Chu Ao could do anything, the driver was scared into a cold sweat.