American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A-Qiang is an assassin from Korea. His yellow skin makes him unremarkable in the diverse community.

Coupled with his excellent skills and considerable command experience, the boss specifically assigned him today's mission.

Cleaning up rookies in simple operations like today is not A-Qiang's first time.

But today's mission must be his, and no one can take it away!

A-Qiang had made up his mind the moment he arrived in Los Angeles.

This mission's bait is a bully in the neighborhood who clearly has mental illness.

Because of his mental illness, the bully can act recklessly. Even though this neighborhood is somewhat chaotic, the essence of being in the underworld is still business. They seek profit and hate unwarranted losses.

So, under normal circumstances, the gang doesn't interact with the bully.

And the bully is also very clever, not easily provoking the gang. Once he inadvertently implicates gang members, he immediately shows a crazy and irritable inner emotion.

For the gang, this is a madman, and there's really no need to provoke him. And the bully isn't stupid either; he will avoid them if he can.

So, the two sides are generally at peace.

Since arriving in this neighborhood two days ago, A-Qiang has been carefully investigating, reviewing the bully's previous information while tracking his movements, always staying within the optimal shooting range. If he discovers any suspicious person making a move to draw a gun, he will shoot without hesitation.

Better to kill the wrong person than let one go!

Resting the sniper rifle on the low wall at the edge of the rooftop, A-Qiang hunched over, put his eye to the scope, and stared intently at the bar in the distance.

The bully really went to that small bar again. The target should appear tonight!

......

A-Zhen pulled her eye away from the scope, her expression slightly complicated.

As early as a day ago, she had discovered A-Qiang appearing nearby.

Although she hadn't seen this ex-boyfriend in recent years, through his inexplicable insomnia and the photos of him appearing around the world from time to time,

A-Zhen had already made some guesses.

But what she didn't expect was that the two of them were actually in the same company.

The boss's task for her was simple: after A-Qiang takes down the target, quickly eliminate A-Qiang.

She didn't know what mission A-Qiang was executing, but obviously, she was executing a cover-up mission.

Such a roundabout route, what exactly is it for? Could it be that this time's target is a big shot who could easily cause a backlash from the government?

A-Zhen didn't want to think too much. She was just a social outcast, a dispensable little assassin.

If the other party completes the mission tonight, should she kill him or not?

A-Zhen was a little conflicted; her heart was still hesitating.

......

The company arranged the plane ticket for 9:00 AM. According to the normal travel schedule, he should arrive in Los Angeles around 12:00 PM, with two to three hours of reconnaissance time. After finding the target, he only needs to gently pull the trigger, and he can leave in less than two minutes.

But after seeing the company's purpose in arranging this, Qi Shan certainly wouldn't be led by the nose by them.

With the ability to create something from nothing and atomic recombination, he can create almost anything that exists in nature, including skin!

Qi Shan's method was simple. He still took the plane with the ticket, but on the plane, he swapped his identity with a white man sitting next to him.

Who told this white man, who was about the same build as him, to fall asleep like a pig as soon as he got on the plane?

Qi Shan just glanced at him slightly, then reached out and wiped his own face, and the white man's skin instantly covered the outer layer of his skin.

After simply patching up his neck and other exposed skin, Qi Shan directly transformed into a slightly thin white man.

If you're going to borrow, borrow the whole set. He not only took the face but also borrowed the white man's identity.

However, with Qi Shan's ability to create things at will, he didn't need to impersonate at all.

He directly copied the documents, even slightly changing the photo to make it look more like himself, simple and easy, and it didn't take more than two seconds in total.

After getting off the plane, he took a taxi straight to the bar. With his superb bartending skills and low to almost free bartending split,

The bar's little boss readily agreed to Qi Shan's request to use the venue.

Then, Qi Shan randomly used the concentric lock on a passerby, grabbed a bartender, and asked a bunch of random questions about the bully.

After throwing out a lot of banknotes, the waiter, with a head full of question marks, sent the slightly excited man, who had completely emptied his wallet, out.

As the bar door closed, the unlucky guy suddenly regained his consciousness. He shuddered violently, looked at the bar behind him with a clear look of fear on his face, wrapped his coat tighter, and hurried away.

He inexplicably lost nearly half an hour of memory. He was just passing by, but he went to the bar for a stroll.

It seems that he also talked to the bartender about something, but he doesn't have any memory of it. How could such a strange situation not be frightening?

The corners of Qi Shan's mouth curled up slightly. He's lucky he knew what was good for him. If he dared to come in and ask, the concentric lock would be thrown on him again.

Let him be in a state of confusion forever. After three or five times, let's see if he dares to come in again?

The waiter made a fortune and was in a rare beautiful mood, and couldn't help humming a song even when wiping the table.

Qi Shan was equally happy. He found out the bully's identity without saying a word.

Now he just needs to wait for the target to come to the door and then pull the trigger.

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Bang!

John's eyes widened, and a bloody hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows. The whole person fell off the bar stool like a stiff statue, making a bang and then falling silent.

The gunshot silenced the entire bar. The boss stared wide-eyed at the short guy and roared, "William!? What did you do? You killed him!!"

The short guy looked dazed. He saw the gun in his hand, saw the bully's body on the ground, and looked at the panicked and stunned faces of his colleagues.

The short guy was at a loss. He dropped the gun like it was a venomous snake and kept backing away.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me......"

Bang!

Another gunshot!