American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Having taken care of everything, Qi Shan sat on the sofa, ready to watch some TV programs and learn a little about this world, when his hand suddenly froze.

He was so busy cleaning up the garbage that he seemed to have forgotten to take out the money hidden inside his suit first.

Besides that, there were also identification documents and a passport, and it seemed there were also two handguns.

He didn't remember it just now, and they were all shredded and thrown away together.

“Damn it, how could I forget that? Identification documents and the like should be easy to handle. I have the memories in my mind, and I can just find a lawyer to fill in the information and immediately reapply. Moreover, if I'm performing assassin missions, the company should provide new identities. The main things are the money and the guns!”

The apartment rent for the next quarter was due in half a month, and he remembered that there should be about $12,000 in the space.

That was his small reward for his last mission, the one where he was used as bait for the Smiths.

At the time, he was quite excited because the amount of money was considerable. In addition to paying the rent, he could also give his computer a complete upgrade and go out and have some fun.

He didn't expect it to be wasted like this, but it's not a big deal.

He remembered that there was a gold shop in this neighborhood.

Tomorrow morning, he would find a stone and make a simple gold coin. That would be enough to get some pocket money.

As for making big money, of course, he still had to rely on assassin missions!

After sorting out his thoughts, Qi Shan shook his head and turned on the TV, watching a variety show where the two sides kept arguing. He took out two eggs from the newly delivered refrigerator, preparing to fry them slightly for a midnight snack.

Now that he was a rookie assassin, he had to act like one.

He couldn't just not eat all the time. Assassins are very mentally sensitive creatures, and they will come up with a lot of associations if there's even a slight abnormality.

Besides, Qi Shan wasn't averse to eggs, especially fried eggs that were golden brown on one side and tender on the other.

After simply preparing the eggs, he took a slice of bread and a small jar of blueberry jam, leaned back on the sofa, watching TV while slowly making a sandwich.

Just after he took a bite, he heard a sudden knock on the door.

The sound was urgent, seemingly anxious, but there was no other noise outside.

Qi Shan tilted his head slightly and detected two faint life magnetic fields, and he had some guesses in his mind.

He replied, “Who is it? Can't you see it's already midnight? What are you doing knocking on the door? Chris, is it you again, you little brat? How many times have I told you not to knock on my door in the middle of the night! See if I don't beat you this time!”

Speaking randomly, Qi Shan pulled open the door, and two figures suddenly rushed in.

Julia held a lady's small handgun in her hand, the muzzle pointed at Qi Shan. Her body and face were covered in blood, whether it was her own or Brad Pitt's.

However, judging from the mental state of the two, Brad Pitt should be more seriously injured. Qi Shan only glanced at him and knew that he had been shot at least three times in different parts of his body, while Julia had only been shot once.

Both of them were experts, and they had done simple blood vessel compression treatment before escaping. Although they looked a little embarrassed, the actual blood loss was still okay.

Facing the gun, Qi Shan helplessly raised his palms and took a few steps back.

Julia casually put her husband on the ground, turned around to close the door, quickly put on the security lock, and quietly listened for a few seconds, finding that there were no suspicious footsteps behind her. Only then did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

“Hurry up, we're injured. You should have a first aid kit in your house, right? Get it quickly. Oh, and it's best to bring two bottles of wine!”

Julia was not polite at all. Seeing that Qi Shan didn't make any extra moves, she knew that her guess was correct, so she relaxed and boldly instructed Qi Shan to get things.

Brad Pitt was sweating from the pain, but he still forced a smile: “Sorry, buddy, the situation is a bit bad. Two companies jointly dispatched a 40-person hunting squad. We barely killed 20 people and found a chance to escape.

We should have just run away, but unfortunately, the injuries on our bodies are too severe. If we don't stop the bleeding first, we might die before we even get to the dock!”

Qi Shan was speechless, turned around, and took out a medical kit from the cabinet.

“How did you know I lived here?”

Julia snatched it over, found that all kinds of tools and medicines inside were complete, nodded with satisfaction, and casually replied: “Forgot that you were our target before? Don't mention your family's three generations of ancestors, we've already investigated them clearly! Where's my wine?”

“Coming! Coming!”

Qi Shan shook his head, walked to the open kitchen, and casually took out two bottles of high-proof vodka from the wine cabinet.

“How can you do it if your hands are shaking like this? Go to the side and drink some wine, I'll do it!”

Qi Shan stepped forward and snatched the scalpel, casually throwing the vodka into Julia's arms.

Brad Pitt said: “Hey, can you do it?”

“Don't worry, I've been hitting on the community hospital's little nurses since high school. These basic trauma suture surgeries are the simplest. If my grades weren't bad, I would have gone to medical school long ago!”

Qi Shan replied casually, tearing Brad Pitt's T-shirt in half with force, and skillfully used the scalpel to open the several wounds separately. Then he carefully probed inside with small tweezers.

Julia twisted open the wine bottle, took a swig for herself, and then gave her husband a swig.

Watching him endure the pain with a hiss, Julia didn't have any extra expression on her face: “What he said is right, this kid doesn't look very old, but he's very flirtatious. He changed 15 girlfriends a year during school and was taught a lesson many times but didn't change!”

Brad Pitt was amazed and took the time to give a thumbs up: “Didn't see that, rookie, you're quite capable, eeh, eeh, eeh—”

Clang, clang!

Several bullets fell on the metal plate, making a clanging sound.

Qi Shan threw the gauze aside, casually took a wound healing gel, made a sealing layer for several wounds, and then wrapped them tightly with gauze.

“Your injuries are temporarily under control. Although the bleeding is not much, I can't tell if there's any damage to the internal organs. Go get yourself checked later! It's your turn!”

Qi Shan turned his head and raised his chin at Julia, and took out a new set of knives. Julia, holding the wine bottle, exposed her firm abdomen. Qi Shan did the same, taking out the bullet.

“The injuries are temporarily stabilized. When are you planning to leave?” Qi Shan said impolitely.

The Smiths marveled at Qi Shan's skilled craftsmanship, took out the bottle of wound gel from the medical kit, looked at it, and naturally put it in their pocket.

“Don't be so anxious! We've been fighting all night, we're very hungry. Do you have anything to eat?”