American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The bandits were well-trained, lined up neatly, and filed in one after another, leaving four guards outside to watch for any potential dangers.

The people inside scattered, their gun muzzles pointing inward, maintaining maximum vigilance.

The small hoodlum wasn't in a good mood. His hands were behind him, in a Jesus-like pose on the cross, suspended above everyone's heads. His arms were bulging with veins, his face red and his neck thick, clenching his teeth tightly, yet not daring to make a sound.

The painful expression on his face was the complete opposite of the image of Jesus.

It was like escaping the tiger's mouth only to enter the wolf's den. The Japanese had already left, but who would have thought that a large group of bandits would suddenly appear.

He spent his days mixing on the streets, swindling, cheating, petty thievery, doing anything for money, and had seen too many people.

Although the bandits below were disguised, the aura on their bodies couldn't escape his eyes.

The priest was already dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene of corpses lying all over the ground outside the door, subconsciously making the sign of the cross on his chest, while still muttering about his sauerkraut.

The sky is big, the earth is big, but eating is the biggest. The Japanese are really hateful enough. It wasn't easy to get a few cabbages. Getting some salt these days isn't easy, it's more expensive than rice. Who would have thought that he wouldn't get a bite and it would all be ruined by the Japanese.

The priest's heartache was truly impossible to explain to outsiders.

So much so that when the bandits rushed in, he didn't have the heart to care.

To be honest, he couldn't care even if he wanted to.

If it weren't for the fact that there was really no way to make a living, and he could only barely make ends meet by maintaining the church, he would have thrown away his priest's robe and fled the Northeast Provinces long ago.

Wang Dahu looked around the church, wandered to the sauerkraut vat, glanced at the few holes, and clicked her tongue: "What a pity, what a pity. This sauerkraut tastes pretty good. In another five or six days, it would be best to take it out, shred it, and stew it with pork belly.

Now it's all wasted!"

"Isn't that right?" The priest replied subconsciously, then suddenly remembered Wang Dahu's identity and quickly covered his mouth, taking a step back.

Wang Dahu chuckled: "Don't be nervous, this matter has nothing to do with you! Take this and go stay to the side, don't let me hear you reciting the Bible, understand?"

Wang Dahu shook the Yuan Datou in her hand and flicked it over.

The priest deftly grabbed it and nodded repeatedly: "Understood, understood, understood, this is what I'm good at!"

As he spoke, he scurried to the prayer room, closed the door himself, and began to loudly recite the difficult Bible.

Wang Dahu walked to the platform, knocked on the wooden board, and said, "Come out, don't hide! The Japanese have already been killed by me. And that kid up there, don't you want your arm anymore? Trying to impersonate the Monkey King here?"

Before she finished speaking, the small hoodlum suddenly shivered and fell straight down.

With a thud, he couldn't get up for a long time.

The small hoodlum was startled: "Hey? This isn't fair. We heroes of the Green Forest value being upright and aboveboard. Not letting me speak proves that you…"

Before he could finish speaking, a sock ball was stuffed in.

The smell was obviously unusual, making the small hoodlum's eyes roll back a little.

Wang Dahu knocked on the wooden board again: "I'm showing a smiling face now, discussing things reasonably, giving you face. If you don't give me face, then this matter will be difficult to handle, don't you think? Miss Fang Lan, the big star?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the secret door opened, and a group of people tumbled out, chattering.

The few of them seemed embarrassed and shouted in pain, crawling around on the ground, but in reality, they were cleverly observing the surrounding environment and collecting useful information.

Miss Fang Lan, the big star, walked out slowly in high heels. Compared to the others, her complexion seemed very calm and composed. The small pipe in her hand was still emitting a faint fragrance of tobacco. Obviously, before coming out, she had leisurely refilled her pipe.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Miss Fang Lan, the big star, had an extra touch of etherealness.

"Hey! You guys should put away your little thoughts. Your movements of drawing guns are a bit too obvious. First, see if you can kidnap me under so many guns? If the answer is no, then obediently put away your guns.

Lest it cause misunderstandings and lead to conflicts. When the time comes, if all of you from the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Association are dead, you will blame me for not having patriotic spirit."

The small hoodlum was wailing there, showing surprise, and the others were not much better off.

The identity hidden in the dark was revealed by a bandit of unknown origin, which for underground operatives, is tantamount to representing the failure of their work.

The exposure of a few people is secondary. The important thing is whether any information has been leaked? When was it leaked, and what consequences will it cause? These are all worth pondering.

Even the steady Fang Lan trembled her hand, and the others were even more unbearable, with varying expressions.

"It seems that this lady, you know a lot about me!"

"Don't call me lady, it's too unpleasant, just call me Chieftain! You should have heard the name of Black Bear Ridge if you're mixing around in Changchun.

So I won't say much nonsense. I've taken a fancy to the eight tons of gold in the hands of the Japanese, so you can forget about it!"

Fang Lan said calmly: "Oh, Chieftain, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word."

"Whether you understand or not, I'm not here to ask for your opinion. You have to agree to this matter whether you agree or not.

In short, these eight tons of gold belong to our Black Bear Ridge. You professional actors and amateur underground workers, go do what you need to do!

I know your plan, aren't you just afraid that the gold will fall into the hands of the Japanese, and then turn into Italian weapons and equipment, making it difficult for your anti-Japanese armed forces?

That's your biggest goal, so it doesn't matter whether you can get the gold or not. Our Black Bear Ridge is exactly the opposite. We are not interested in anything else, and we are determined to get the eight tons of gold."

The team of actors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Wang Dahu glanced at a few people and waved her hand. The bandits quickly retreated outwards. When she walked to the door, she slowly turned around and looked at Fang Lan and said, "I know you won't give up easily, but before that, shouldn't you think about how to solve this trouble?"

As she spoke, Wang Dahu pointed lightly outside, laughed twice, and quickly disappeared with the large group of people.

The faces of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Association changed color.

The death of one or two Japanese might not cause a big stir, but the death of an entire platoon, at least twenty people, would definitely cause a huge uproar.

It's impossible to imagine what kind of madness the Japanese would descend into.

Finally, the two bandits threw the small gangster on the ground and disappeared into the alley.

After being gagged for a while, the little thug's nimble hands finally recovered. He immediately pulled the sock out of his mouth, spitting and cursing, "Can't these bastards do anything right? How can you stuff this thing in someone's mouth? I'd rather they stuffed a turd in there. Oh my god, this taste is really…"

The screenwriter approached Miss Fanglan and whispered, "What should we do? This is not going to be easy. I observed those bandits just now, and they are not to be underestimated. They all have rifles, are well-trained, and move with the air of a regular army.

We only have eight people in total. It's not wise to fight the bandits head-on. How about…"

"Let's take a long-term view! We need to find a way to deal with the Japanese side. With twenty or so people dead, the Japanese will go crazy," Miss Fanglan said. "Tell Old Chen to set things up here, take Little Northeast away, and talk to the priest in the prayer room. Tell him not to let anything slip."

After speaking, Fanglan led a few people away quickly.

This place is not suitable for a long stay. The gunfight just now was a bit loud, and the Japanese might come over at any time.

If we get caught, we won't be able to explain ourselves no matter how hard we try.

The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Association had an unsuccessful start, but Wang Dahua was in a pretty good mood.

She immediately gave her subordinates a signal, and the main force disguised themselves and disbanded on the spot.

After all, this is inside the city. Bandits can't be too blatant, or they will easily attract the attention of those who care.

She returned to the hotel with Coal Ball and two brothers. Qi Shan was still sitting in the coffee shop, leisurely reading the newspaper.

"You can really stay calm. Aren't you even a little curious about what happened tonight?"

Qi Shan said calmly, "There's nothing to be curious about. In the original plot, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Association only had a few people, and they didn't even have many pistols, but they still managed to get the gold.

You have people, guns, and knowledge of the plot. If you can't handle eight tons of gold with such an advantage, then you should give up the idea and let me send you back."

Wang Dahua quickly waved her hand: "Absolutely not, I haven't had enough fun yet! Don't worry, you don't need to worry about this matter. Regarding the gold transport route, I have already sent my brothers to keep an eye on Gu Xianming's daughter, Gu Qianqian.

In the plot, the Japanese locked the gold with Gu Qianqian. Although I don't know what kind of brain-dead operation this is, I can still follow the clues.

Black Bear Ridge is not good at anything else, but surveillance and tracking are definitely top-notch. There will definitely be no mistakes!"

"In that case, I'll wait for your good news!"

Qi Shan nodded calmly. Wang Dahua smiled, tapped the table, and went out with Coal Ball and a few brothers to eat hot pot.

Seeing that eight tons of gold were about to be in hand, the brothers of Black Bear Ridge were very excited. They killed more than twenty Japanese devils tonight, and they were in a good mood, so of course, they had to celebrate.

Qi Shan didn't take Wang Dahua's matter to heart.

As for the gold, she can do whatever she wants. It's good to grab it, but it doesn't matter if she doesn't.

Qi Shan had done something to Wang Dahua in advance, which would automatically activate in the event of a fatal threat, and it would be no problem to save her life in a short time.

Besides, if they can't handle eight tons of gold with more than 300 bandits, then Black Bear Ridge might as well disband.

He put the newspaper aside.

The financial section still had extensive coverage of the Jewish crowdfunding fund.

Obviously, the plot in the Peace Hotel was disrupted. The political donation scam between America, the Soviet Union, and the Nanjing government is still continuing.

It's just that this time, it's probably moved to a more secretive place.

The 12 diamonds worth 400 million yen should still be in the hands of the Jews.

Coincidentally, the hotel Qi Shan has chosen is right next to the Jewish community.

This big piece of fat is right at the mouth, should he open his mouth and bite it off?

These past two days living in Black Bear Ridge, Qi Shan's thinking has changed somewhat.

The Resident Evil world has now become Qi Shan's sandbox world.

Although it is still moving in the direction of the apocalypse, it has extended the timeline for Qi Shan.

But no matter what, the virus is still spreading little by little, and the number of survivors is rapidly decreasing. By the time the Resident Evil plot enters its final stage, I'm afraid there will only be a few people left in the whole world.

This is still quite terrifying for Qi Shan.

Backing a prosperous world versus backing a dead world are two completely different concepts.

This time's crossing mission unexpectedly yielded a space-time anchor, connecting the two worlds.

This means that as long as it is handled skillfully, Qi Shan can carry out a large-scale population transfer.

Use the population of the Anti-Japanese War era to fill the doomsday of the Resident Evil world. It's good to live in a corner, and try to preserve the spark of human civilization and continue to grow.

Only when the Resident Evil world comes alive can Qi Shan get more help in future crossing missions.

Or…

Qi Shan's eyes lit up.

What this era lacks is nothing more than technology.

And what Qi Shan has the most of is precisely these.

In that case, why not take advantage of it?

At the very least, the spark of civilization must be passed on.

If he goes according to this idea, the first thing he needs is funds, then these 12 diamonds cannot be given up.

After pondering for a moment, Qi Shan threw a banknote on the table and got up to walk outside.

The world's diamond reserves are actually not small, but they are in the hands of a few people. In order to obtain amazing profits, they have joined forces to create the world's largest scam since the 18th century: the diamond scam.

And now should be the most prosperous period, all countries recognize the value of diamonds, and define them as luxury goods.

With the Resident Evil world as a backer, Qi Shan can easily get more and bigger diamonds, and even get hundreds or thousands of tons of gold.

Just kidding, the Federal Reserve basement stores more than 6,000 tons of gold, which is definitely an astronomical figure in this era.

However, taking out gold and diamonds for no reason is still a bit of a hidden danger.

Using Jewish channels to connect with the world is the safest way.

After he has a certain strength, Qi Shan can look for the US dollar technology of this era, directly get the printing machine out, and print real banknotes directly with the same raw materials and templates, according to the serial number of this era.

That's the coolest thing.