American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Here there was food, drink, and lodging, clearly a very good place to settle down.

After resting for a night, they suddenly became lazy. Starting with who knows who, they dragged their feet until noon without leaving the gate, so they simply decided to stay.

The little girl, Rick, unfortunately caught a cold, but fortunately, they had some reserve medicine that could be used. Luckily, the apocalypse was still in its early stages, and the medicine hadn't expired yet.

Cowboy found an entertainment area in the basement. There were game consoles, billiards, darts, and all sorts of entertainment toys, even a bowling alley.

It was obvious that the hotel owner had spent a lot of money when he invested in building this place.

With food, drink, and entertainment, they also found a comic book bar next door, with large bags of coffee and a coffee machine ready to use.

Everyone became even more reluctant to leave.

The zombies weren't very cooperative either. After the cleanup at Qishan, none reappeared in the surrounding area.

The whole world seemed to be left with only five people. Everyone sat around the fireplace at night, looking out through the French windows at the empty world outside.

Surprisingly, none of them felt uncomfortable; on the contrary, they all felt very natural.

A violent uncle with emotional control issues, a homebody who could stay indoors for a year, and two young women deeply hurt by society who could only resort to a life of deception.

They were originally social outcasts and didn't rely much on society. Now that the world had entered the apocalypse, their lives hadn't changed much.

Of course, the two sisters no longer had to flee everywhere. They could finally find a place to settle down and get a good night's sleep.

Everyone talked about everything, about their own affairs, about what they had seen, about all sorts of random things.

However, Qi Shan rarely spoke. Apart from showing up every time there was food and drink, he spent most of his time alone, focusing his attention on the sandbox within his body.

He continuously mobilized the vanishing mist to surround the infected area and further reduce the number of zombies.

From a God's-eye view, Qi Shan easily discovered the location of the protagonist and others. Alice had already arrived in Las Vegas, and Claire had returned to America from Europe and joined a survival team on the edge of the desert, heading towards Las Vegas.

As in the original plot, they had very little information and didn't even know if the news about the gathering place was true or false.

However, they were still striving towards their only hope.

Qi Shan roughly calculated that the two sides would meet in about a month, at which point Resident Evil 3 would begin.

Qi Shan had already found the Umbrella Corporation's Las Vegas base and discovered many Alice clones in red dresses at the outer disposal site.

Clearly, Dr. William was trying to replicate Alice's miracle, but so far, he hadn't made any progress.

Qi Shan was just observing, not interested in getting involved. This world was already his. What did he want? As long as he thought of it, it would immediately appear before him.

Faced with the ever-spreading virus and the gradually expanding zombie planet, Qi Shan had also made some preparations.

He used the vanishing mist to surround the entire continent of Australia and released a large number of the world's remaining animals into it, focusing on protecting it and turning it into the only safe island on the planet.

Under the shroud of the vanishing mist, anyone from the Umbrella Corporation who dared to approach would instantly disappear.

The zombie virus also couldn't survive. Whether it was the T-virus, the G-virus, or the even more exaggerated C-virus, none of them could spread in Australia.

Although the population of Australia had been greatly reduced after a period of devastation, it was still at a very low percentage compared to the population mortality of other continents in the world.

At least now, industrial society hadn't been completely cut off and was still maintaining the basic framework of society.

Civilization was still continuing.

Qi Shan wanted to see how the Resident Evil world, which had preserved the spark of civilization, would develop in the future.

After staying at the motel for more than two weeks, just as everyone was settling into the status quo and gradually developing into homebodies, Qi Shan received his next mission again.

Without hesitation, he accepted it directly.

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[Twenty-second mission: Rescue.]

[Rescue mission: Miss Chen from the 21st century has sent out a distress signal. After waking up, she found herself in the perilous Peace Hotel.

Wang Dabing, a somewhat rogueish character, has become her fake husband. Under the suspicion of Colonel Bu Xia and the relentless pressure of Dou Shixiao,

her identity as a key member of the South Manchuria Railway is no longer enough to protect her life.]

[Requirement: Please take Miss Chen out of danger and send her back to her own time and space.]

[Mission reward: Space-time Anchor.]

Rickshaws and antique cars traveled back and forth on the road. The passersby wore both luxurious and tattered clothes. There were small shops and tall restaurants along the roadside.

It was as if a crack had been torn open in the old world, forcibly stuffing in a new civilization.

This was the unique scenery of the 1930s.

As the smoky words in front of him gradually dissipated, Qi Shan pondered.

Traveling through worlds wasn't rare. Not to mention the anti-Japanese period of the 1930s, even future wars might be encountered, but rescue missions were a bit rare.

It had always been violent things like expulsion and killing. He didn't expect that after the system upgrade, it would become much gentler.

Interesting, he could even receive requests for help from others.

Who exactly is this Miss Chen?

In any case, he should first integrate into this place.

Qi Shan glanced at the heavily guarded Peace Hotel not far away and turned to enter a nearby steamed bun shop.

Saving people wasn't urgent. He should gather some information first.

On the other side, Miss Chen was lying on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, pretending to be extremely exhausted and resting.

Wang Dading pushed the door open and quietly observed. Seeing that Miss Chen was indeed asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, then quietly closed the door of the compartment and retreated to the living room outside.

As soon as the door closed, Chen Jiaying opened her eyes.

"The distress signal has been sent out. I don't know if it will really work or just seem to work. I didn't feel anything when I was watching TV, but why is the real situation so dangerous?

Heavens, earth, which angel sister will quickly manifest? I'm about to give up."

Chen Jiaying put her two white and tender hands together and silently muttered with her eyes closed.

She didn't know how she had come here. She only remembered turning on the TV and going to sleep. After opening her eyes, she had become a character with the same name in the TV series Peace Hotel.

The second-in-command of Black Bear Ridge had already become my fake husband. Not only had I exposed my identity as a key personnel of the Southern Railway, but I had also demonstrated my expertise as a trace evidence expert.

The Japanese valued me highly, and according to the plot's development, I would definitely have opportunities to appear again in the future.

If I were to be exposed then, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know how I died. A weak girl falling into a dangerous situation surrounded by wolves, the slightest carelessness would lead to an abyss. Just like Yao Hong in the plot, if she hadn't met the male and female protagonists, she would have died in extreme insignificance.

Just as she opened her eyes, before she even understood what was happening, she was attacked by American intelligence agents in the elevator.

She was almost scared to pee on the spot, but fortunately, Wang Dading arrived in time, and at the critical moment, she remembered this plot point, so she desperately held her breath.

Although she was almost strangled unconscious, luckily the poison didn't enter her body.

It was at this moment that a miraculous power came into play. Her inner prayers seemed to be accepted by something, knowing that someone would come to save her.

However, she had no idea what this person looked like, what abilities they had, or when they would come, so classmate Chen Jiaying was particularly anxious.

But no matter how anxious she was, it was useless. Now, besides praying, she had no other choice.

The baozi shop was bustling with activity. It was clear that this was an old establishment. The shop wasn't too big, with only four Eight Immortals tables inside, but the long benches were packed with people.

Judging from their attire, most were laborers, but there were also well-dressed intellectuals holding newspapers. However, such people usually sat at a table alone, far away from others.

Qi Shan found a vacant table and sat down directly.

He glanced at the menu on the wall, casually ordered two steamers of baozi, a bowl of soy milk, and asked the waiter to bring four small plates of pickled vegetables.

Only then did he begin to eat leisurely.

Baozi shops are similar to teahouses. Although everyone isn't very energetic in the morning, one can't underestimate their love for gossip.

Sure enough, before Qi Shan finished his bowl of soy milk, someone couldn't help but ask.

"Old Zhang, what exactly is going on at the Peace Hotel? Why have there been Kempeitai standing guard at the entrance for the past two days?"

The one called Old Zhang was a supermarket worker. The thick calluses on his hands looked dark, but he was very nimble when making baozi. He wore a snow-white apron and even put on a hat on top of his head as if trying to look the part.

It seemed that he was influenced by the Peace Hotel and the surrounding foreigners. Although it looked a bit incongruous with his short jacket, everyone liked it.

It was estimated that Old Zhang had been holding it in for a long time, waiting for someone to ask all morning.

Upon hearing someone ask, his mouth immediately widened, and he slammed the dough in his hand onto the kneading board. He simply stopped making baozi, turned around, put his hands on his hips, and wore a smug expression.

"It's a coincidence that you asked me about this matter! You've asked the right person!"

"Three days ago, when the Peace Hotel was suddenly under martial law, I happened to be delivering goods to the west and saw it all.

These past two days, I've deliberately closed late and been secretly watching over there. You know what, the Japanese seem to be serious this time. There hasn't been any movement until now.

But according to my cousin who works as a constable, there are communists inside the Peace Hotel. The Japanese have sealed off the hotel to catch the communists!"

Everyone sighed.

"Look at these Japanese people, they're always catching good people instead of doing good deeds. Big eyes, pancake faces, spiral legs, not a single good person among them. They should all die!"

"Hey! You little rascal, can you be more careful when you speak? We're not like before anymore. The Northeast has been occupied by the Japanese. There are eyes everywhere. Just for the sake of a few words of pleasure, you'll bring ruin to your family. Wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Alright, alright, say less. Everyone is not feeling well.

But this is, after all, a national affair, and naturally, there are people above to worry about it. We ordinary people haven't even settled our three meals a day, so where do we have so much time to worry about these things?

Just listen to it and forget about it. What's the point of thinking about these things?

Old Zhang, bring us two more steamers of baozi. I have a big job today, so I need to eat my fill."

Seeing that two people were about to start arguing before they even said three sentences, someone immediately smoothed things over and waved for two more steamers of baozi. Old Zhang happily responded and quickly delivered them.

He didn't care about the argument, as long as there wasn't a fight. If they could expend some energy and eat a few more steamers of baozi, then Old Zhang would be the happiest.

Just then, a young man dressed as a police officer hurried in.

"Uncle, prepare 20 steamers of fresh pork baozi for me. I'll take them back later!"

Old Zhang agreed and grinned, saying, "Everyone, look, this is the outstanding son of our Lao Pei family. He's already become a deputy captain. Qiucheng, say hello to everyone."

Pei Qiucheng didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Uncle, I don't even know what to say to you. It's not like our family is short of money. Why do you have to get up early and work until late every day making baozi? It would be nice to enjoy your retirement at home.

It would be nice to listen to operas, drink tea, and go to restaurants. Why do you have to mingle with these lower-class people all day long? Aren't you ashamed?"

Old Zhang angrily said, "Ashamed my foot! What upper-class and lower-class people? Aren't we all human? Just because you've become a police officer, you're getting arrogant? Then you might as well not recognize me as your uncle anymore. I won't sell you baozi anymore. You can leave!"

Pei Qiucheng said helplessly, "That's not what I meant! Uncle, you sold everything to get me a police officer's identity. I'll remember your kindness for the rest of my life.

Okay, okay, I won't say things like that in the future, okay? Uncle, please hurry up. There are a lot of things going on at the Peace Hotel. It's still under lockdown. I can't be out for too long."

Old Zhang's expression softened upon seeing his nephew's concession.

"I've already prepared it for you."

Saying that, he picked up the food container from a small stove next to him and handed it over.

"Then I'll be leaving. I'll pay you later!"

"Alright!"

Pei Qiucheng took it and turned to leave.

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes and casually pointed with his chopsticks.

[Identity Swap!]

The surrounding space suddenly blurred for a moment, and he swapped positions with Pei Qiucheng.

Pei Qiucheng turned into a passerby in a suit, while the suit on Qi Shan turned into a police uniform, and he held a large food container in his hand.

Many fragmented memories appeared in his mind, about his childhood, about Old Zhang who made baozi, about the police force, and about the Japanese.

The fragments gathered into a complete and vivid person.

A light flashed in Qi Shan's eyes, and he stepped towards the Peace Hotel.