American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As the sun set, Hancock drunkenly judged the bar, his eyes swimming in a sea of liquor bottles.

The place was slightly out of the way, and most of the customers who came here were elderly men.

Even the bartender was a pot-bellied old man, at least 60 years old.

His small bartender's jacket looked tight, making it uncomfortable for him to wipe glasses with his head down.

On the somewhat old television screen, news about the sudden appearance of a superhero was still being reported.

Many journalists were condemning Hancock, along with offering rewards to uncover the superhero's true identity and current location.

Hancock watched quietly, supporting his head with his hand.

On a napkin in front of him, the lines he had casually drawn had formed two figures, one large and one small, against a backdrop of a beach, seagulls, and a very suspicious moon, or perhaps it could be called a sun.

Hancock himself was also very puzzled; he seemed to have no yesterday. No matter how he tried to recall, the vague memories could only be traced back to this morning at most.

He remembered the first thing he saw was the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Then he heard the police sirens, and with his dynamic vision, he noticed the getaway car of the robbers speeding away within 0.01 seconds, and then he understood what was going on.

Almost subconsciously, he soared into the air, weaving horizontally while holding the bottle, closely chasing the robbers' car.

He really wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do, so he just did whatever he wanted.

He directly turned the robbers' car towards the sky, tossing it up and down like he was playing baseball several times, and then added a small signal booster to the hotel's waste disposal unit.

When Hancock threw the car, he made sure to pay attention to the location; it only penetrated the front of the car, the engine, and at most, it could affect a little bit of the chassis.

The three robbers inside the car would definitely not be injured.

However, the police were unaware of this situation. They were originally robbers, belonging to the evil side, but after being played around by Hancock like this, they were instead pitied.

The doorbell rang, and two hot, scantily clad young women walked in.

A black girl with an afro instantly saw the tramp-like Hancock, and her eyes widened.

Unlike the old men who were behind the times with information, as a modern girl at the forefront of fashion, the afro girl was always paying attention to the hottest gossip in the city. What was today's top gossip?

The suddenly emerging superhero, Hancock!

The guy was drinking alone, a lonely man, plus lonely liquor, a lone man and a widow, dry firewood and raging fire, there was no better time than this!

The afro girl swallowed and stepped forward to chat with an elegant cat-like gait.

"Hi!"

Just after saying one sentence, Hancock was preparing to get up and leave.

He was all alone; he was just a tramp; he didn't like to interact with people; he had no memory, but he always felt that he should have memories.

The depression in his heart, coupled with the major event he had caused today, made him subconsciously choose to avoid it.

The afro girl quickly waved her hand: "I just wanted to get to know you. Your performance today was really amazing. I can't find the right adjective!

Don't think I'm crazy, okay? The entire city of New York is looking for you, underworld bosses, police reporters; as long as they can provide your clues, there's a lot of money to be made!

But believe me, I am definitely not such a superficial woman; I just want to get to know you!"

Seeing Hancock get up, take a bottle of wine, and return to sit down, the afro girl became even more open.

She revealed a seductive smile: "So, what does it feel like to be able to fly?"

Hancock looked up and down at the afro girl, his eyes lingering on her legs for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said faintly, "Do you have a car?"

The afro girl quickly said, "Of course!"

Two and a half hours later, Hancock was lying on the soft bed, staring blankly at the big hole in the roof of the trailer.

"Um, do you want some popcorn?"

The afro girl silently cleaned herself up: "Can I use the restroom?"

"Of course!"

The afro girl went into the restroom, and while Hancock went to get popcorn, she secretly ran away.

Hancock looked at the receding taillights, silent for a long time.

"Actually, you should have chased after her! You know, she can't refuse you!"

A voice suddenly came from behind. Hancock suddenly turned his head and was surprised to find a figure standing next to him at some point.

"Who are you? Are you here to make trouble?"

Hancock frowned slightly. His bed partner had just run away, and now there was a big hole in the roof of the trailer. The power lines were obviously broken during the earthquake just now, and the TV would definitely go on strike tonight.

So many unfavorable factors stacked together made Hancock very unhappy.

Qi Shan slowly walked out of the shadows.

Looking at Hancock, he nodded slightly: "It really is you. When I saw the news today, I thought I was seeing things!

If I remember correctly, you should be staying in Los Angeles all year round. Why did you suddenly run to New York?

Did you come to cheat? That shouldn't be the case. Did you make Mary angry?"

Qi Shan looked relaxed, acting like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

This familiar tone and relaxed body language really bluffed Hancock.

"You, who exactly are you? Do you know my past? Was I always in Los Angeles before? Who is Mary?"

Hancock was a little excited and was about to grab Qi Shan's collar, but Qi Shan reached out and blocked him.

Qi Shan said somewhat dissatisfied: "How many times have I told you? Just talk when you talk, don't always use your hands and feet. Read more books when you have nothing to do, don't always act like a tramp. And what's with this outfit of yours? It's like you picked it up from the garbage dump!"

Looking at his hand being slapped away, Hancock's eyes were full of disbelief.

He had done various experiments when he woke up. His body surface was extremely hard, and he could twist the rails into twists at will, and even should have become a discus.

The so-called reinforced concrete was no different from tofu in his eyes.

When he came into contact with ordinary people, he tried his best to control his strength, lest he accidentally crush these ants to death.

But just now, his emotions were a little excited, and he didn't have time to control his strength for a while, but it was easily slapped away by the other party.

Just like ordinary people joking, nothing unusual happened.

Hancock's eyes changed instantly.

Qi Shan was slightly stunned: "You can't really not remember anything, can you? Do you even know who you are?"