American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Near the Orange Community, there's a mobile food stall that sells not only snacks like pancakes and cookies but also ice cream.

Especially this ice cream, to highlight its uniqueness, the waffle cone underneath is made very large, allowing the ice cream to be piled up to a dozen centimeters high. Although it's a bit more expensive, the sense of awe upon receiving it instantly fills you with satisfaction.

Cheng Ming has a nickname, Orange. He always feels a connection with the Orange Community because they're both oval-shaped with orange exteriors.

So, he often comes here to wander around, and what attracts him the most is that mobile ice cream stall.

"I want two of the largest size, half vanilla and half cream!"

Cheng Ming, riding a bicycle, stares at the ice cream on the mobile stall, not even blinking.

The weather is a bit hot. For some reason, this summer is particularly hot. Could it be because during the winter, the superhumans had a great battle in Antarctica, punching a huge hole in the ozone layer, leading to a global greenhouse effect?

Cheng Ming had seen many experts analyzing this, with true and false information mixed together, dazzling him, making him unsure of who to believe.

But that battle was indeed earth-shattering, with countless casualties. He had personally seen a large number of people falling from the sky, directly splattering into a pile of minced meat.

You should know that the vast majority of them were beautiful young girls full of youthfulness, no more than 16 years old, each with a slender figure.

Sure enough, it was the taste he loved. To protect this ice cream, he even didn't hesitate to kill more than 30 thugs who wanted to harm the owner.

It was also that time, smelling the bloody scent of fresh blood and tasting the sweet ice cream in his mouth, that gave Cheng Ming an extra sense of satisfaction.

From then on, before each murder, he had to eat an ice cream, eating it in large bites until his stomach was full, deeply remembering that sweetness in his mind, and then going to taint himself with blood, which would make him exceptionally satisfied.

Cheng Ming rides his bicycle, letting go of the handlebars with both hands, controlling the direction with the angle of his body's lean. He doesn't ride fast, even feeling a bit leisurely, because there's no rush. Today's target is a standard office worker, rumored to be a high school teacher, someone who was once called a genius.

Logically speaking, this should be an elite who can contribute to society, but unfortunately, he's going to die at his own hands today.

The target location is not far ahead. As long as he rides to the end of the road and turns left, he can see the entrance of the residential area.

Cheng Ming also specially investigated before choosing this place with the most foot traffic. Don't think that killing people must be done in a remote corner. Sometimes, when the number of people reaches a certain level, it's the most secretive cover.

This mission is a bit strange, as it was directly passed down from above, skipping levels. Although it's just killing an ordinary person, Cheng Ming still upholds his greatest professional ethics, striving to perfectly handle this event.

The amount of the bonus this time is really a lot. If he can pull it off, Cheng Ming wants to go to a neighboring city. He heard that in the southern suburbs, some capital has established an Orange Resort Manor, and the name is very attractive to him.

Thinking about when he was checking the information before, he found some photos. Cheng Ming licked the traces of sweetness remaining at the corner of his mouth and threw away the wrapper in his hand.

Looking left and right, he parked his bicycle on the roadside railing, carefully locking it, and then got up and walked into the residential area following the crowd.

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the target's photo. The photo showed a young man with a delicate appearance and a slightly serious expression, looking only in his early twenties.

The information below was relatively detailed. He had slightly sorted it out when he was looking at it before, and he had specially highlighted the keywords.

School, home!

Judging from the surface information, this person seems to be a bit of a homebody, only going between two points every day, occasionally going to the vegetable market. Especially recently, his parents suddenly had an accident, and the whole person seems to have become more silent.

Before, he could still hear news of this person being active in school, but now he has inexplicably faded out of social circles. It seems that the death of his parents gave this young man a great blow.

But this has nothing to do with Cheng Ming. He just enjoys the feeling of that bloody smell spreading in the air.

No matter how you look at it, Qi Shan's information is just that of an ordinary person, and Cheng Ming can't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Clearly, he's just an ordinary person. Just find a gunman to solve it. Why do I have to take action personally? And it's specially named by the higher-ups for me to take action. Could it be that this time it's related to some big shot again?"

Don't look at Cheng Ming's youth, in fact, he has been in the assassin world for many years, and his mission completion rate is also very high. He can even rank in the top 1000 on the world assassin rankings.

An assassin of his level, although far inferior to a first-class assassin, is by no means comparable to an ordinary gunman.

He is the famous Qualified One.

However, the more this is the case, the more Cheng Ming reminds himself to be careful and cautious. In case he encounters a real superhuman, these so-called Qualified Ones may not even be able to resist.

If superhumans want to kill them, they don't even need to do it themselves. Just a negligible glance, and the Qualified Ones will not be able to withstand their own collapse.

But for ordinary people, Qualified Ones are also unimaginably powerful existences. Killing people for him is no more difficult than eating and drinking.

Looking at the big sun rising above his head, Cheng Ming put his hand on his eyes to make a shade.

"Office workers are really hard-working, having to get up so early every day. Forget it, while the sun is not at its fullest, quickly resolve the battle, and then quickly get something to go to the swimming pool. I just made a date with a little sister yesterday, I wonder if I can achieve my goal today!"

Cheng Ming touched his chin, a hint of ambiguous smile on his face.

But before he had eaten for less than two seconds, his expression stiffened slightly. He scratched his head and took out his phone to confirm.

"Damn it, today is actually my mother's birthday. I promised her before that I would go home. It seems that today's date is ruined again! What bad luck!"