American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As expected, Wang Dad Ding kicked up a fuss when he woke up the next morning.

If it were normal times, with their deep sibling bond, Wang Dawa would have indulged her brother, but now that the soul inside had changed, although the affection remained, it was as if covered by a layer of frosted glass, not as direct and intense.

In order to prevent Wang Dading from disturbing her golden heist, she directly ordered the Second-in-Command to lock him in her room.

Forcibly letting him rest and recuperate.

To put Wang Dading at ease, she even sent someone into the city to pick up Liu Jinhua.

Wang Dading was naturally very dissatisfied with this arrangement, clamoring every day to go down the mountain and find Chen Jiaying.

They had only lived together for three days, and Wang Dading was already completely infatuated.

Wang Dawa hadn't done anything yet, but the other bandits couldn't stand it anymore.

Several of the older generation came forward to appease Wang Dading, finally suppressing the matter for the time being.

At the same time, Wang Dawa solemnly issued an order to send people into Changchun City to scout for information.

And the matter of the eight tons of gold was disseminated internally to a limited extent.

When the bandits heard that there were eight tons of gold to be snatched, they were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Efficiency instantly increased by 30%.

Meanwhile, Qi Shan had officially settled down in Black Bear Ridge. Although the living supplies on the mountain were simple, they were considered clean.

Moreover, Qi Shan's physique was so strong that it was abnormal; he was immune to heat and cold, and invulnerable to knives and guns were just the basics.

Although supernatural abilities could not be used under the suppression of the world, he could barely use telekinesis through the effect of the spacetime anchor.

However, with the Chakra Ring in hand, energy continuously nourished his body, and he didn't need to eat at all.

However, to avoid trouble, Qi Shan threw all the food that was sent to him directly into the sandbox.

So, he hadn't been exposed yet.

Speaking of which, there really wasn't anything good to eat on Black Bear Ridge, all kinds of cornbread buns, boiled greens, etc. Getting a chicken was considered a rare treat.

And after spending a few days together, the bandits of Black Bear Ridge gradually accepted Qi Shan's existence.

They all regarded Qi Shan as a messenger for delivering information, otherwise, where would the news of the eight tons of gold have come from?

Seeing that wealth was imminent, everyone treated Qi Shan quite kindly.

Qi Shan saw it all but didn't care.

On the other side, Qi Shan's disappearance aroused Dou Shixiao's vigilance.

Under such circumstances, Dou Shixiao could only investigate it slightly himself and finally closed the case hastily.

After all, compared to his brothers, his wife and children were more important.

He was still burdened with a high-interest loan of 10,000 yuan, making it difficult for him to breathe, so how could he care about others?

Night, the church lit up as usual.

The priest touched the bottom of the large vat, and only a thin layer of white rice remained. Even if he drank thin porridge, he could only drink it for two more meals.

These days, more people believe in the Emperor than in God, and income is getting worse every day.

A few days ago, in addition to filling his stomach, he could also find some spare money to help his neighbors, but these days, he couldn't even help himself.

He broke in half the cornbread bun that a neighborhood aunt had sent him during the day.

After hesitating for a moment, he put most of it in the cabinet and crumbled the smaller half into his mouth.

While chewing, enjoying the feeling of food filling his mouth, he crawled out of the secret room under the stage.

He was still thinking about the large pickled cabbage in the corner.

He had saved money all winter and finally bought more than 200 pounds of cabbage. As long as the pickled cabbage could be squeezed out, he wouldn't lack food and drink this winter.

Wearing a thin coat, he checked each vat.

Just then, a burst of panicked footsteps suddenly came from the door. The door of the church was pushed open violently, and a group of five or six people rushed in anxiously.

The leader, a small hoodlum wearing a navy-striped shirt, stumbled to the donation box, pushed it aside, waved his hand, and smashed the wooden board, opening the secret door under the stage.

He looked back at the others and waved his hands repeatedly: "Quick, hurry in!"

The others then came back to their senses and hurriedly filed in.

The small hoodlum tried to stuff them in one by one, thinking that he could also hide inside, but he didn't expect that the space inside was not large, and after stuffing in five people, it was still full.

The small hoodlum kicked it a couple of times, but the people inside didn't move at all.

Seeing that the pursuers were about to arrive, he quickly closed the secret door, pushed the donation box back to its original position, and then rushed to the direction of the prayer hall in a hurry.

The priest hadn't understood what was going on yet when the door was kicked open again, and a group of Japanese soldiers rushed in, the leading officer's eyes as wide as copper bells, shouting loudly: "Search me, don't let a single ant out!"

The Japanese soldiers responded in unison and quickly dispersed, holding their bayonets in front of them and stabbing directly into everything that could hide people.

Whether it was a large vat, cabinet, or partition.

Instantly, rows of knife marks appeared on the intact objects.

Several soldiers took a fancy to the pickled cabbage jars, smashing them, and a large amount of liquid spilled on the ground, and the special smell of pickled cabbage was immediately released.

When the priest saw this, he immediately became anxious.

He stomped his feet, trembling, and shouted: "My pickled cabbage, don't smash it, I'll be able to eat it soon, ah, my pickled cabbage!"

This shout attracted the officer's attention. He walked over quickly, grabbed the priest by the collar, stared at him, and asked: "Did you see anyone come in?"

The priest hadn't come back to his senses yet, and his mouth kept muttering about pickled cabbage, pickled cabbage.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the priest, the officer turned his attention back to the prayer hall, cocked his pistol, and walked over step by step.

Just as the Japanese soldiers were searching recklessly, a team of people silently appeared at the alley entrance outside.

They surrounded the church from several directions, and rows of gun muzzles were hidden in the shadows, aimed at the direction of the church.

When the Japanese soldiers retreated slowly after searching without success.

Suddenly, they heard a gunshot, followed by a storm of gunfire. The Japanese soldiers didn't even have time to react before they were shot several times and fell to the ground.

Faced with the sneak attack, all 20 or so Japanese soldiers were killed without firing a single shot, and their bodies lay scattered all over the ground.

Wang Dawa walked out of the shadows, carrying two Wang Ba boxes (pistols), glanced at the bodies, and sneered: "Clean it up!"

Then, she led the main force into the church.