American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Julia ignored her husband, still pondering the company's affairs.

“I've thought it through. This matter still requires you to come forward. Our identities are inconvenient to expose rashly right now, as it would easily provoke an attack from the two major companies.

Moreover, a company of our nature doesn't need the dictatorship of a board of directors making decisions unilaterally; it's actually more conducive to the company's development.

How about this? I'll build a simple framework for the company in the next few days and find a secluded place to set up shop.

We both still have some funds on hand, which will be perfect for initial recruitment and training.

With this time, we can get on track in as little as two weeks!”

Julia's expression was so matter-of-fact as she spoke, as if it were only natural to devote everything to helping Qi Shan build a killer company of his own.

And Brad Pitt felt the same way, not seeing anything wrong with it.

“My injuries are a bit serious. These two weeks are mainly for me to recover my physical strength; otherwise, with the backup plans we left behind, simply creating a small server and setting up a makeshift team wouldn't take a week!”

Brad Pitt even added an explanation, seemingly afraid that Qi Shan would be dissatisfied.

Qi Shan found it amusing and said, “If that's the case, I can help you treat your injuries again.”

Without seeking their consent, he reached out and grabbed both of their arms.

[Atomic Reconstruction]

Focusing on the injured areas, he decomposed the excess fat cells nearby, recombined them, and formed ordinary skin and muscle tissue, repairing blood vessels, nerve endings, and mucous membranes.

Where muscle tissue was excessively missing, he directly used energy to transform it into ordinary cell tissue, directly filling it in.

With Qi Shan's current formidable mental ability, scanning the two people's local physical condition was as easy as playing a game.

Without adding any special effects, the places that were bleeding just a second ago were now completely restored.

The two of them were only slightly stunned, tearing open the injured areas to take a look, and looked at Qi Shan somewhat strangely: “I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve! If that's the case, our cooperation speed can be increased a bit; a week is enough!”

Despite the incredible superpower, the two only marveled for a moment before shifting their attention to building the company's framework.

Qi Shan was slightly surprised. Was the mental imprint really this powerful?

Interesting, the effect is very strong!

After discussing the specific steps with each other, the sky outside gradually brightened.

The Smiths had no intention of resting, instead concerning themselves with Qi Shan's problem.

“That mission of yours is definitely a trap. Do you want help? I'll help you with preliminary reconnaissance and take out any suspicious individuals directly!”

Qi Shan shook his head and patted Brad Pitt on the shoulder.

“Don't worry about me. Just get your affairs settled. I'll be back soon!”

Just kidding, this is a mission I finally waited for. The big and small ones together total 55 assassination events, and this is only the first one. How could I hand it over to others?

Sure enough, around 7:00 AM, the phone once again received a prompting text message.

The company had already arranged for a pick-up vehicle, plane tickets, and weapon arrangements on the other side.

Besides a simple photo and a general address, Qi Shan needed to do the specific intelligence gathering and investigation of the target himself.

Actually, this was only for newbies. Doing more wouldn't arouse suspicion. If it were veterans like the Smiths,

simply arranging a travel route would expose different intentions.

For rookie assassins, such an arrangement was to prevent them from not even being able to obtain a weapon upon arrival.

— —

Evening, in a mixed residential community in Los Angeles and its neighboring suburbs.

As the community's only small tavern opened for business, with its neon lights shining brightly, a tall white man in a leather jacket slowly walked in.

“Chris, give me a beer!”

The man shouted loudly as soon as he entered the room, and the waiter who was cleaning up was a little annoyed.

“John, you already owe the bar over $100. The boss said we can't give you credit anymore. Sorry, we're not selling you drinks today!”

The white man named John stood there quietly, looking at Chris with indifferent eyes.

“Sorry, buddy, I didn't quite hear what you said. Maybe it's because I just beat up Merkle from the laundromat, because I'm still a little excited. Can you say it again?”

Only then did Chris see that John's fist still had speckles of blood on it. Chris swallowed nervously, but remembering what the boss had said last night, he still mustered the courage to say: “You can't…”

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, John punched out, and Chris's pitiful little body flew horizontally for more than three meters, knocking over two tables. As the glasses fell to the ground and shattered, he rolled like a ball under the leg of a stool, then coughed uncontrollably, with a large amount of blood dripping from his gums and spraying onto the ground.

Covering his mouth with both hands, a large amount of blood seeped out from the gaps between his fingers, dripping onto the floor.

“Okay, it looks like the situation is indeed a bit bad. The dentist across the street has been a bit free lately, because the last time he stayed at the restaurant, I accidentally broke his leg. Maybe you can go let him check your oral… gum bleeding?”

Throwing Chris away casually, Chris staggered up and rushed out directly.

The other two bartenders kept silent, and one of the smaller ones quickly took out a bottle of beer, proactively opened it, and placed it on the bar, smiling ingratiatingly: “John, don't mind it, Chris is new here, he's still in the adaptation stage, this bottle of beer is on me!”

John snorted lightly, dragged over a chair and sat down, picked up the beer and took a sip: “One bottle of beer is not enough!”

The small guy's mouth twitched. He didn't want to turn around and ask the other bartender for help, but the other bartender had mysteriously disappeared.

“Damn Bob, it's always like this!”

The small guy cursed in a low voice, his face full of smiles: “Don't worry, drink as much as you want, tonight it's on me!”

John nodded in satisfaction: “Not bad, that's what a qualified bartender is. I like you!”

The small guy smiled on his face, cursing in his heart: You disgusting bastard, relying on a certificate of mental illness that I don't know where you got it from, you can actually run rampant in the community, and the police don't even dare to interfere! Damn it, what kind of world is this? I really hope someone can shoot you dead!

Just then, the gunshot rang out!