American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Seeing that the sky was about to completely darken, Qi Shan's patience was wearing thin.

Within the range of his Kagura Mind's Eye, he randomly selected two thieves who were lying on a car, trying to pick its lock.

He flung the Co-Heart Lock directly at them, and their bodies stiffened for a moment before they stood up and walked away.

As they passed a trash can, they threw everything they had on them into it.

Qi Shan took out a bill from his pocket, smiled at the waiter, and placed it under his coffee cup. After sitting in the cafe for a whole afternoon, constantly refilling his cup, he should leave a tip.

Amidst the waiter's obviously delighted smile, Qi Shan waved his hand, pushed the door open, and walked out.

He walked along the avenue for a while, then turned into a narrow alley, reaching into his pocket to gently pull out a paper bag.

In that brief moment, Qi Shan had already taken out two sets of well-fitting clothes and two black Klog handguns from his inner world.

After walking for a few minutes, the two small thieves came face to face, brushed past Qi Shan, and the bag in his hand changed owners.

Qi Shan took a detour and returned to the vicinity of the small square from another direction. He found a Spanish barbecue restaurant, smelled the aroma wafting from inside, smiled contentedly, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Compared to luxurious restaurants with fancy decorations where everyone had to wear formal attire, sit upright, and pay attention to dining etiquette, Qi Shan preferred such small street-side shops.

Strictly speaking, apart from slight differences in ingredients, there wasn't much difference.

Eating is eating, why bother with so many worldly rituals? It's enough to be comfortable and not offensive to others.

Qi Shan always firmly believed in this.

A waiter came over, asked a few simple questions, and then led Qi Shan to a seat. He looked at the menu, casually ordered a few dishes that interested him, threw down a bill, and sent the waiter away.

He focused his attention on the two small thieves, following the Co-Heart Lock's mysterious connection.

These two were also very nimble. Just a walk past a shadow, and their attire was completely different.

The ragged jackets they wore before had been replaced by well-fitting suits.

Although it was just ordinary fabric, it came from the Technology Development Bureau, so it still had some warmth and sun protection. Even in the cold winter of December, one wouldn't feel cold.

At least, Qi Shan didn't feel cold at all.

The two small thieves were about the same height, one slightly fatter, with a stout face and build, and the other slightly thinner, with slightly protruding cheekbones, thin lips, and slightly downward-sloping eyes. Judging from his appearance alone, one would always feel that such a person would be somewhat mean.

The two, having traded in their old weapons for new, walked straight across the small square to the outside of their target's door.

The old apartment was cheap, but it was old and dilapidated, and the soundproofing was extremely poor.

In addition, Qi Shan's sharp ears received some shameless sounds from two channels, four ears at the same time.

Obviously, the target and his new girlfriend were doing something unsuitable for children at home.

The two stood side by side at the door, waiting quietly for a few seconds, but no one appeared.

Qi Shan shook his head, deciding to ignore it!

The fat man raised his hand and fired a few shots directly, turning the door lock into a sieve. He kicked, and the door was kicked open.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the corridor, rushing out and being swept into the sky by the gale.

It was obvious that people lived on the first and second floors, but they quickly turned off the lights after the gunshots rang out.

Qi Shan nodded slightly, worthy of being the people of the United States, they were very skilled in responding.

The two, with stern faces, like real cold-blooded killers, strode into the room with their guns raised.

The target and the woman were frightened by the sudden situation and huddled together in a corner.

Qi Shan's Kagura Mind's Eye had repeatedly scanned the target's room and had already confirmed that there was no one else, so the two executors did not make any extra moves.

They stepped forward at the same time, turning their bodies to point their guns at the target.

Although the man was startled, a bit of calmness was revealed in his eyes. The woman was somewhat unbearable, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she kept shrinking back, as if trying to find a crack to hide in.

After a simple look, Qi Shan controlled the fat man to speak: "Are you James Rogers?"

The man shook his head frantically: "It's not me, I'm just an insignificant little person, you've mistaken me!"

The fat man said coldly: "Then consider yourself unlucky! After doing this for so many years, it's the first time I've heard of someone offering a reward to kill themselves. The world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things."

As the fat man spoke, he was about to pull the trigger, but the man suddenly stood up, opened his arms, and blocked in front.

"Wait, wait, I am the employer, I have canceled the mission, I no longer want to kill myself, why don't you just cancel the commission, why do you have to send someone to kill me?"

"This concerns the company's reputation…"

The man hurriedly said: "I just made a mistake in my head, give me a chance, I can give you more money…"

"Wait…"

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared in the center of the man's eyebrows. He fell to the ground with wide eyes, and a large amount of blood poured out, instantly staining a large area of the carpet red.

The thin man pointed the gun at the woman, who screamed in fright.

"Wait a minute, don't kill me, I have nothing to do with him, I can give you money, a lot of money!"

The fat man reached out to stop him, saying coldly: "Our target is only one person, no need to make unnecessary trouble!"

The thin man silently lowered his arm and turned to leave.

The fat man directly opened the drawer next to him, grabbed a bulging envelope in his hand, tapped it lightly, and said to the woman: "I think you should know what to say, right?"

The woman nodded frantically.

The fat man turned and left.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor, and the whistling wind blew open the tattered wooden door, constantly hitting the wall, making a clicking sound.

Before today, the woman hated this harsh sound very much, but now she suddenly found that this sound was so beautiful.

The woman calmed her breathing, and her expression gradually calmed down, only to realize that she was already covered in sweat.