American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The next morning, I arrived at the police station, which felt both familiar and strange. I watched my colleagues busily working on various trivial cases, squeezed past a group of social miscreants, and arrived at the Major Crimes Unit office.

As usual, the police station had been working through the night. This kind of work schedule was common, with overtime being the norm and all-nighters a frequent occurrence.

Only on special days might you see the police idle.

Today was already Christmas Day, but it wasn't evening yet, so the various colleagues in the police station were still sticking to their posts. As the year drew to a close, all sorts of demons and monsters came out, everyone wanting to have a prosperous new year, so the crime rate was particularly high during this period.

Every year, the police who stayed behind were the most miserable, unable to go home to reunite with their families, unable to spend the annual Christmas, and even without the chance to receive gifts.

They also had to deal with all sorts of messy things. Christmas night was also prone to incidents, with many perverted serial killers specifically choosing that day.

The office was a bit messy, with cigarette butts scattered on the floor. A movable blackboard stood in the middle of the office area, with many lines drawn haphazardly on it.

It seemed that last night was another difficult night, with many colleagues working overtime.

Qi Shan sat in his seat for a while, then was forced to stand up due to the surrounding environment.

After all, he was used to being in a high position. He hadn't encountered this kind of situation, sitting at a desk in a row of offices, surrounded by documents and ashtrays, for a long time.

In his memory, he vaguely remembered having this kind of situation before the transmigration. This was the first time since the transmigration, which was quite interesting to think about.

Just then, a black man with some gray hair and a burly figure strode in. He was wearing a blue shirt and tight, pure black pants, and his black leather shoes were polished to a shine, seemingly unaffected even after walking through the snow.

The moment he saw this black man, a name popped into Qi Shan's mind: Luke.

That's right, this was Luke, Qi Shan's immediate boss who he had spoken to on the phone yesterday, and also a comrade-in-arms from the military.

"Qi Shan, you're back too. God, you really are restless. I clearly gave you a vacation, so you should have enjoyed it. Who knew you'd run off to Los Angeles again? You're already divorced, and you don't have any children anyway, so why hang yourself on one tree?

I admit, Holly is indeed hot and has a great figure, but please, you are the famous Detective Qi Shan, and you have a lot of influence in the Major Crimes Unit, okay? You could just wave your hand and women would flock to you, so why bother with that ungrateful girl?

But this time it can be considered a blessing in disguise. You were inadvertently involved in a mercenary attack case. Although the whole thing didn't have much to do with you, it still played a certain role.

The Deputy Director of Los Angeles has applied to headquarters and obtained a special approval for the Major Crimes Unit."

The black man smiled and took out two pieces of paper from his briefcase, slapping them directly onto Qi Shan's desk.

"You kid are really lucky. Starting tomorrow, an independent case-handling team will be established, with a special nature that allows you to intervene in any case at will, but whether you can gain the leading role depends on yourself!

Of course, I still prefer to continue solving the backlog of cases in the Major Crimes Unit. We've been a bit short-handed recently, and the archives department is also urging us.

In terms of manpower, there are already 4 to 6 positions available, which you can recruit yourself, or you can transfer from within the organization!

If you like, you can even install a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged secretary. Anyway, you're on the same level as me now, and I can't control you!"

As he said this, the black man was always smiling, and it was clear that he was in a good mood.

Qi Shan understood his mentality to some extent. The two of them came from the same unit, so their relationship was naturally different from others.

Qi Shan's predecessor had been a policeman for so many years, and the merits he had accumulated were actually enough for a promotion, but every time he handled a case, he went overboard, making the scene unbearable to look at.

Occasionally, in order to catch a small thief, he could even cause a chain-reaction car accident, causing huge losses to traffic.

The most famous incident was when he received 85 complaints in one day, and was revered as a celestial being by other colleagues in the police station.

If an ordinary small policeman was continuously complained about like this, losing his job might be a stretch, but he would definitely suffer suppression from the higher-ups.

The black man patted Qi Shan's shoulder enthusiastically.

Qi Shan shook his head and said calmly, "I don't need to find a suitable candidate for the time being. I'll let you know in advance. By the way, aren't you on vacation? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

The black man was a little distressed and waved his hand: "Don't mention it. The counterfeit money case I mentioned to you last time has become more and more rampant recently. On Christmas Eve alone, five banks called the police, saying they had received counterfeit money!

They called me at 2:00 in the morning. You had just hung up the phone, and then I received a series of invincible and fatal calls, and I was forcibly dragged into the police station!

Forget it, I don't even want to mention what happened last night. If you hadn't given me good news, I wouldn't even have had the courage to go home for Christmas!

You should see for yourself!"

With that, the black man took out an evidence bag from his briefcase, and then took out two analysis reports and threw them to Qi Shan.

Qi Shan was slightly strange. He first picked up the evidence bag and simply observed it. It seemed that there was no difference with the naked eye, but once he attached his ability to it, he instantly felt the difference in its internal molecules.

It's actually oil?

Why do I feel a strange sense of familiarity?

The black man scratched his head and continued to complain: "We are, after all, in New York, the most prosperous city in the world. We encounter counterfeit money cases almost every month, but this is the first time we've encountered such a super counterfeit money case.

"This counterfeit money case is definitely unusual. The perpetrator is a veteran, and seems to have specialized printing and sales channels. The ink and paper are genuine. I can't believe I'm saying this, but these are all controlled items. How did they actually get their hands on them?"

Qi Shan held the fingerprint identification report and testimony from several bank identification experts. He was also somewhat surprised: "Fourteen out of fifteen banks identified the counterfeit money as genuine. Only the central bank was able to distinguish it? Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"

"That's precisely the problem. The counterfeit money is rampant, and the recognition rate is too low. Even experts only have a 1/15 chance of identifying it. Ordinary people can't tell the difference at all. If this batch of banknotes enters the financial system, I'm afraid it will cause a financial crash after Christmas."

"The FBI has already expressed high concern about this case, but it has only appeared in New York so far. No other regions have reported it."

"Therefore, under the chief's mandatory pressure, this case has been kept within the New York Police Department."

"Orders have come down from above, the case is being distributed to all precincts, and we are required to find clues as soon as possible. If any precinct can solve this case, they will receive an extra portion during the budget discussion after Christmas. This is an event that concerns the welfare of the entire precinct's police force, so you must pay attention!"

"Okay!"

Qi Shan looked at the banknotes and casually agreed, but then he realized something was wrong. He looked up at the black officer: "Wait a minute, isn't this your case? Why are you pushing it onto me again?"

"Help me out, you know my family situation. It's another big family gathering this Christmas. If I don't go home this time, I'm afraid the old man will throw a fit, and I won't have any good days next year!"

"Besides, I think this case is perfect for you. If you're lucky, you might even find a few suitable partners!"

The black officer blinked and patted Qi Shan on the shoulder: "Anyway, I'm counting on you!"

Qi Shan was slightly speechless.

Many images flashed through his mind like a spark, and he had gradually found some clues, but he hadn't decided whether to accept these cases yet.

Qi Shan wasn't working as a police officer to benefit the people. He merely wanted to extend his influence into the police system.

Then, he would use the police system's intelligence capabilities to search for more special cases and complete special assassination missions as soon as possible.

Since this world is composed of multiple movies, there will definitely be some strange things.

He glanced at the black officer's expectant gaze. Qi Shan expressionlessly pulled out a banknote and, under the black officer's shocked gaze, directly lit it on fire.

Watching the small flame burn and turn into a red flame, Qi Shan's lips slightly curved.

"God, how could this happen?" The black officer was shocked.

"Alright, I'll keep this case here for now. I'll see if I can find any clues!"

Such obvious characteristics indicate that this is the batch of super counterfeit money that appeared in the movie Rush Hour.

In that case, the key information points are easy to find, just find Stephen Rong, the Los Angeles real estate tycoon who controls the printing plates.

As long as he gets the printing plates, this case will be mostly solved. As for the Triads who are cooperating with him to print counterfeit money...

That's not Qi Shan's concern. They are just some petty gangsters who are risking their lives in the underground world to earn money.

The American government is too lazy to care, and Qi Shan won't bother either.

When the black officer saw that Qi Shan had agreed, his face showed even more joy. Then, he patted his forehead as if he had suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, your rank is different now, so you need a separate office."

"You can just use my office, anyway, it will be your territory after Christmas!"

Qi Shan looked up at him, and the black officer gave a slightly proud thumbs up: "Thanks to you, I got a portion of the benefits this time. My rank has risen half a level, and I got an office of about 80 square meters in the senior police officer's office area."

"In addition to the major crime team, the homicide team will also be under my command. I will strive for the best in terms of welfare and case-handling resources, so you don't have to worry about that!"

Qi Shan nodded, this was all good news.

Qi Shan suddenly had an idea, should he make his immediate superior his own man?

But then he thought again, it didn't seem necessary.

This guy was already one of his own, knowing too much would be bad!

The main reason Qi Shan entered the police system was for all kinds of strange cases, and there didn't seem to be any conflict, so there was no need to bother!

When he finds suitable subordinates, he might be able to directly develop them into his own people.

With the matter explained clearly, the black officer didn't stay any longer.

After all, today is Christmas, an important holiday in the Western world, and his family is counting on reuniting today.

The black officer certainly has his own mission. Looking at the thick wallet he carries with him, you know what role he will play today.

After the black officer left, Qi Shan didn't rush to leave. Instead, he wandered around the police station according to his vague memories.

This is the 9th Precinct, and the area under its jurisdiction is near Brooklyn!

The law enforcement area can be extended to the entire New York City, including the Long Island area.

The power is still relatively large, and they can fire freely, as long as they have a legitimate reason and the report can be justified, the people above will not make things too difficult.

After all, they are people from their own system, and they have to maintain them to some extent. It is precisely for this reason that so many black people are mistakenly injured by nervous police officers every year.

After staying for nearly two hours and observing all the areas, Qi Shan said hello to the police officer on duty and left directly.

Christmas is Christmas, the traffic is congested, and the planes are very busy.

He checked the internet and found that there were indeed no flights to Los Angeles anymore.

He thought that this matter could be used as a training mission for the assassin company.

He sent a message to Julia, asking them to find Stephen Rong.

This old man has a very large real estate company, with a Rong's Building that is over thirty stories high in downtown Los Angeles. Such a famous person and such a huge target should be easy to find.

As long as he finds this old man, the counterfeit money case will be half solved.

He ate something at a nearby Italian restaurant and went straight to the nearest gold shop. Using a concentric lock, he controlled the duty manager and exchanged about two kilograms of gold for banknotes within the allowed range.

Then he went straight to the nearest five-star hotel.

After all, it's Christmas, and Qi Shan is also preparing to enjoy himself.

Tonight, the five-star hotel will host a grand party. It is said that there are beauties everywhere, not to be missed.

Qi Shan yearned for it and decided to go and broaden his horizons!