American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Cream cake, cream cake, cream cake!"

Cowboy was chanting as he searched the food area. Suddenly, he heard a familiar engine sound. He turned his head to look outside and saw the SUV that he had painstakingly modified being driven onto the road by the two sisters, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

"What the hell?"

Cowboy felt uneasy. He had just turned around to go back to the lounge when he saw the college student walking out dejectedly.

"What happened? Shouldn't those two scammers have been subdued?"

"Don't even mention it. They snatched my shotgun."

"And our car!" Cowboy added.

"Actually, they originally wanted revenge, but the little girl's blood kept flowing…"

The college student, for some unknown reason, actually defended the scammer sisters.

"A wise choice!"

Qi Shan suddenly appeared behind the college student. The previous shopaholic had turned into a shopping cart, filled with all sorts of random snacks.

The college student even saw a rubber ducky, a bath toy, and stared at it for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.

Finally, he looked at Cowboy and saw that Cowboy also had a shopping cart behind him, filled with various vacuum-packed cream cakes, stacked more than a meter high, loosely piled together, the upper layer trembling as if it would collapse at any moment.

Cowboy was also holding a torn-open package, the cake inside already gone, leaving only a trace of crime on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, this is all my fault. Do you know what we should do now?"

Cowboy dragged out two huge suitcases from behind the shelf: "We can only make do with these for now!"

"I don't need one. I prefer a shopping cart!"

Qi Shan waved his hand in refusal, casually took a few darts from the sporting goods shelf, tossed them in his hand a few times, and threw them into the shopping cart.

Then, he pushed the cart to the kitchenware area and collected most of the kitchen knives.

With the car gone, the group was even less in a hurry. Seeing that it was still early, the three of them got together and had lunch.

A large supermarket is great because it has independent power supply equipment, and the cold storage is still working normally.

They found some 5A-grade beef, cooked it with camping cookware, found some side dishes and seasonings, and chose cream cake as the staple food.

Especially the college student, who chewed with great force.

He seemed to be treating the steak as the female scammer.

After eating and drinking their fill, the three packed up and continued on their way.

Fortunately, Cowboy had looked at the map before. There was a small town 20 kilometers away. If they walked fast enough, they could reach it before dark.

Meanwhile, the two sisters, who had worked so hard to steal the car, were silent.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely cold.

The younger sister's face was pale, her lips were blue, and the wound on her leg was as painful as being stabbed with needles, and as if being burned on flames, indescribable.

The younger sister opened her small mouth and couldn't help but moan.

Her lower limbs twitched, and the gauze wrapped around the wound seeped with blood again.

The older sister's eyes were red, and she stepped on the accelerator to the floor.

"Rick, hang in there, we'll be there soon! That damn Asian, next time I see him, I'll definitely kill him!"

The younger sister moaned weakly: "Vitas, are we really hurting people?"

The older sister was silent.

The younger sister also thought of the others they had scammed before.

As Qi Shan said, losing the means of escape and weapons in the apocalypse is no different from throwing someone onto a dangerous, beast-infested deserted island.

They sent kind people into danger, using their lives and unbelievable expressions to satisfy their pranks.

This is simply demonic.

If Qi Shan hadn't pointed it out, they would have thought they were just making small mistakes, but they didn't expect to commit the great sin of murder.

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The three finally reached the next town just as it was getting dark.

Nothing special, just an empty apocalyptic scene, no one in the streets.

The road was blocked by vehicles crashed together in the middle, with banners everywhere.

The various apocalyptic slogans advertised on them were written quite smoothly, mostly shouting that the apocalypse had arrived and that it was God's punishment. One was quite special, actually written in white paint on red cloth: God is Dead.

The flags fluttered in the wind, giving the empty town a sense of eeriness.

I don't know if the white people are carefree or confident in their survival skills.

They had forgotten about being robbed in less than three minutes after walking out.

The college student showed his talkative nature, actually giving a non-stop account of his glorious experiences of killing zombies before.

He even took out his notebook, which clearly recorded how many superiors he had killed with what weapons.

Knives, guns, sticks, and clubs were the most common. He even pushed a zombie into a meat grinder and directly churned it into a puddle of minced meat.

Crashing with a car, splitting it in half with a chainsaw, and chopping off its head with an axe were also standard operations.

Qi Shan felt a little sleepy listening to him.

He quickly took out some dried fruit and chewed on it to refresh himself.

Cowboy listened with great interest, even bringing out his own experiences to compare.

This big brother was more fierce, his favorite was hand-to-hand combat with zombies. He was not only proficient in various weapons, but even knew how to drive a bulldozer.

His most glorious achievement was burying a large number of zombies alive by pouring cement into a car.

According to him, the last struggle was very intense, and even after the quick-drying cement had solidified, there were still zombies trying to attack it.

After the cement was completely set, the solidified zombie shape had a particularly strange beauty. He even gave this cement artwork a more appropriate name.

Gate of Hell.

"That name is a pile of dog shit!" The college student bluntly complained.

Cowboy said: "Kid, watch your words, that's my first work of art.

Do you know who was the first to visit this work of art after it was completed?"

The college student shook his head.

Qi Shan pushed the cart beside him, with a lollipop in his mouth and an MP3 he picked up on the road in his hand, listening to the music inside.

Cowboy continued: "It was a zombie. I asked him how this artwork was? He actually roared at me! Insulting my artwork, I specially found a road roller and gave him a little something.

This zombie was like toothpaste being squeezed, his whole body was crushed into a paper-thin sheet, and his head was blown off like a toothpaste tube, the scene was quite spectacular."

The college student's face was not good.

"You're a violent man!"

Cowboy admitted very simply: "Isn't my performance obvious enough? This is my personal style!"

The college student turned to ask Qi Shan: "Don't you think it's too violent? It's better to chop it in half with a knife."

Qi Shan looked at him, his face expressionless, and said, "Instead of bickering, why not go find a car? If you catch up to the swindler sooner, you can get revenge sooner!

Even if Fei Long is riding your face, you'll still go and feed him kills. You're really something."

The college student's expression stiffened slightly: "There are cars everywhere, what's the big deal? What do you think of this van? It's spacious and can hold a lot of food!"

The college student pointed to the right, where a business van was parked in front of a house, with about 7 seats, three rows in the front and back, a relatively cool appearance, and a big brand.

The design wasn't particularly unique, but the space was indeed large. Carrying a suitcase for 20 kilometers was enough for Cowboy.

Now he was eager to get a car.

"This car is indeed very good!"

Cowboy praised in a strange tone, then suddenly picked up a stone and smashed the car window.

The sound of breaking glass startled the college student. Seeing Cowboy's delighted expression, he didn't know where he found a steel pipe and started smashing the van wildly. The clanging sounds attracted a few zombies that charged in this direction.

The college student exclaimed. Qi Shan's hand trembled, and a 30 cm long kitchen knife flew out, instantly piercing the zombie's neck, going straight through the cervical vertebrae and out the other side.

The zombie staggered forward a few steps with the momentum, then fell headfirst to the ground, its head bouncing on the ground.

The headless corpse, with a knife stuck in it, lay huddled on the ground in a strange posture, silent.

Cowboy was frantically smashing the car to vent his anger. The swindler had driven away the Cadillac that he had worked so hard to get.

He already had a fiery temper, and it was already difficult for him to endure until now.

Qi Shan, on the other hand, was relaxed, with earphones in his ears and his eyes half-open and half-closed.

He looked like he was enjoying the music, not paying attention to the outside, but whenever a zombie appeared within 200 meters, it would immediately have its neck cut off by a kitchen knife or a dart-like projectile.

The corpses fell to the ground with a thud.

The college student looked left and right, finding that he had nothing to do and couldn't stop Cowboy from venting his anger. He couldn't help with the zombies empty-handed.

He had to stand there and wait, with a look of depression on his face.

Qi Shan's flying knife skills for killing zombies had occasionally been displayed along the way.

After all, America was so big, and there were always some idiots who crashed into walls on the highway, turning into zombies in their half-dead state, constantly wandering on the interstate.

They had encountered three along the way, and they were all quickly dealt with by Qi Shan. His movements were as fast as lightning, which amazed the other two.

After smashing until his arms cramped, Cowboy finally gave up.

The three continued forward and were pleasantly surprised to find an orange Hummer.

In a gray world, such a bright color was truly pleasing.

The group inspected the car and found that the fuel tank was full, and there were two dried-up arms on the steering wheel.

Judging from the color of the break, it had been broken for many days. Perhaps because they were trapped in the car, they had not deteriorated, but were just a little dehydrated.

Subsequently, the three found a huge canvas bag on the back seat, which contained a pile of heavy firepower.

Cowboy cheered loudly, immediately grabbed two submachine guns, and fired a burst into the sky.

The college student's mood improved, he hugged Qi Shan, and quickly stuffed his suitcase in the back, then quickly sat in the passenger seat.

Finally, they had a car to ride in. After walking 20 kilometers, he never wanted to experience that again.

Qi Shan decisively abandoned the shopping cart, threw the snacks and food in the back, and sat in the back seat, next to a pile of guns.

The Hummer was spacious and sturdy, making it very comfortable to sit in the back.

Although he had gained some understanding of the Biochemical Plane through the sandbox in his body, Qi Shan didn't have much desire to change this world.

He had always liked the apocalyptic style.

Moreover, he wanted to see what the Resident Evil world could evolve into.

Following the survivors and going with the flow was a good idea, as it also meant experiencing the people's sentiments.

Wasn't this like Kangxi's private visit?

After a burst of revelry from Cowboy, the three continued on their way.

The college student was obviously not very interested in long guns. He chose a handgun with less recoil from the pile of guns and found two magazines to stuff on his body, considering himself equipped.

Cowboy was obviously a violent person who liked these things. He chose the largest shotgun.

He also placed two small submachine guns under the chair so he could reach them easily when he wanted to use them.

Qi Shan also rummaged around for a while, but couldn't find his favorite Magnum revolver.

But this was not difficult for him. The Resident Evil plane was already his own, so summoning something was very simple.

He reached under the pile of guns and a Magnum revolver appeared out of thin air.

It was already loaded with .44 Magnum rounds, powerful enough to kill an elephant.

Seeing the suddenly appearing large revolver, Cowboy's eyes almost popped out.

"Shit, there's such good stuff!"

Qi Shan said, "Do you want it? Trade me your shotgun!"

"No way!"

Cowboy turned his head away proudly, concentrating on driving, apparently preferring the shotgun a little more.

Driving at high speed, the two were full of confidence and began to discuss how to get revenge.

"I think we should dig two graves, one for the big girl and one for the little girl! Evil people will not be rewarded, and we must implement this with practical actions."

"I think your happiness is a little scary."

Qi Shan crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest, not participating in the discussion.

His attention was focused on the sandbox, finding his current location and briefly observing the situation of the nearby zombies.

He summoned the Magic Beast White Whale and enveloped several zombie gathering places in the Elimination Mist.

It had been a while, and this world had indeed lost a lot of people.

Even the entire sky was gray.

Perhaps because Qi Shan had injected the Nen ability seeds, the resentment generated by the deaths of a large number of humans was gathering little by little.

It was a bit like pure negative energy entrenched in the air, brewing something in a unique form, like the ocean brewing life.

As long as time continued to pass, some magical things would be born sooner or later in this negative energy, but like the ocean brewing life, this time scale would be extraordinarily exaggerated.

Unless an accident could speed up this evolutionary process, but this possibility was minimal.

Qi Shan was happy to see this happen. After all, the Resident Evil plane was now a part of him, and whatever the plane evolved into could be used as combat power.

This was very exciting!