American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"It's him?"

The answer obtained through illusion torture surprised even Qi Shan.

He hadn't expected the boss of the killer company to be a Hollywood movie star, and a rather successful one at that, often seen in movie posters.

Gossip magazines and entertainment reports would also occasionally feature rumors about him. At over 40 years old, he still maintained a muscular physique, and his smile, revealing two rows of white teeth, captivated countless young girls.

Hawk Booth.

The name was quite memorable.

While searching his memories, Qi Shan discovered that this name was also something he had carefully obtained through various means.

It had always been his trump card, and he had made many targeted arrangements.

He had even bought the man a 'real-world insurance policy' in the Southeast Asian underworld. As long as Magnum died, regardless of the cause, this assassination fund would be immediately activated.

A revenge fund worth 20 million US dollars would plunge the target into a nightmare. Unless he abandoned his celebrity status, which he had cultivated for many years, went underground, and found an unclaimed farm to live in isolation, a resourceful killer would definitely trace his location and send him a few bullets.

This saved Qi Shan some trouble.

He hadn't expected such an unexpected gain; Qi Shan was very satisfied.

Bang, bang!

After two gunshots, Magnum was shot between the eyebrows and in the temple. A cross-shaped passage opened up on his head, centered on the Baihui acupoint, with four neat little red holes allowing air to pass through, and blood flowing out.

With a crash, the body fell to the ground.

At the same time, two police helicopters appeared on the rooftop. The hostages, who had been rescued, couldn't contain their excitement and rushed to the rooftop en masse.

The rooftop was indeed quite large, roughly the size of two or three tennis courts, but the number of hostages was simply too great, nearly 1000 people, filling the rooftop almost instantly.

The helicopters couldn't land and could only send signals continuously.

The hostages were excited for a long time before they realized the key problem. Shouting loudly, they quickly cleared an open space and actively helped to direct the helicopters.

It took more than 20 minutes for the two helicopters to land safely.

Fortunately, all the robbers had been controlled by Qi Shan, otherwise, with their speed and noisy voices, they would have even thought about running away?

What a pipe dream!

More than a dozen special forces soldiers jumped out of the helicopters. Fully armed, they crouched down and quickly approached the entrance.

Two of them went inside for a quick look and found that the entire top floor was full of hostages. This bizarre situation left the special forces soldiers speechless.

These were hostages waiting for rescue, but they didn't look like it at all, looking more like pampered old men!

Before they had walked far, a self-righteous American citizen jumped out and strongly demanded that the helicopter rescue him first.

The special forces soldiers were overwhelmed and couldn't find the location of the stairs for a long time.

Qi Shan's lips curled slightly, and immediately several robbers jumped out and started firing wildly at the crowd.

The hostages screamed miserably, scattering in all directions, and the special forces soldiers dodged urgently, returning fire when they had the chance.

After a brief exchange of fire, the bandits were shot to pieces and killed on the spot, and dozens of hostages were injured, making the helicopters even more insufficient.

The hostages, consumed by fear, couldn't contain their inner madness, and some even started fighting, making the scene even more chaotic.

It was like the human drama that unfolded on the noble ship after the Titanic sank.

Two mortars were even brought up from the rear, aimed at the lobby on the 1st floor, and fired directly.

Qi Shan was a little surprised; he hadn't expected the frontline commander to be so tough.

This wasn't an open area; directly using mortars to bomb the office building, weren't you afraid that the building would collapse directly and kill everyone?

The explosion roared, and the shells hit the lobby on the 1st floor, the huge power blasting away the concrete layer of the ceiling, directly affecting the second floor.

The shockwave spread in all directions, and the defensive formation set up by the robbers was shattered in less than a second.

More than a dozen bandits were torn apart like rag dolls by the randomly swirling air currents, becoming unrecognizable. The decoration of the 1st floor lobby was directly destroyed.

The building shook violently, and the noisy hostages on the 32nd floor could clearly feel their bodies swaying back and forth.

Fortunately, the building was built in an arc shape with a low center of gravity, which didn't cause too much of an aftershock.

Qi Shan glanced at the commander's direction with interest. Was this a case of learning from one's mistakes, or had his brain suddenly kicked into high gear and his intelligence taken over?

No, no normal person would use mortars to bomb a building!

In any case, one shot completely destroyed the defensive formation on the first two floors.

The strong vibration reached the 3rd floor, and several bandits were also injured, but fortunately, they were all minor injuries and nothing serious.

The helicopters shuttled back and forth two or three times, bringing in more special forces teams.

Once they had enough manpower, they quickly checked the top three floors, confirmed their safety, and then sealed off the top 3 floors. Afterwards, they dispatched two teams to explore downwards.

Qi Shan had already prepared gifts for them.

The two sides encountered each other on the 26th floor, and then a fierce gun battle broke out.

These bandits were all mercenaries, desperate men who itched to shoot if they didn't do it for a day, treating human life like dirt and killing countless people on the battlefield.

After being controlled by Qi Shan, they had already disregarded their own lives deep in their hearts.

Although there were only a few bandits resisting on each floor and they never thought of gathering more strength, the resistance of these bandits was strong enough.

In addition, their firepower was not bad at all, their marksmanship was amazing, and occasionally they would try to take you down with them.

Therefore, the special forces team advanced very slowly. The two sides fought back and forth for nearly an hour, and the special forces team, having lost more than half of their men, had only pushed from the 26th floor to the 24th floor.

At this rate, they wouldn't be able to make the expected progress even if they fought from now until dawn.

The attack below was the same. A large number of bandits gathered on the 3rd and 4th floors. After changing their combat methods, they were very brave, using one person as several and pulling enemies down with them at every turn.

The sound of explosions was endless.

The assault team below had more manpower, but they were also dying faster. Even fully armed, with riot shields and bulletproof vests, they couldn't withstand the loss of personnel every few minutes.

Faced with such a tricky situation, the frontline commander was about to tear out the few remaining hairs on his head.