American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A deserted alley, burning gasoline barrels, homeless people, and biker gangs.

More than 200 people gathered in this corner, numbing themselves with alcohol and pills.

The daytime battles were over, the streets were in ruins, the shops were damaged, and the law enforcement agencies were nearly paralyzed.

Normal people were panicking, but the rats of the underworld were reveling.

A huge speaker, over a meter high, stood there, and manic music echoed in the sky.

Men and women huddled together, hugging, singing, dancing, drinking, playing cards, or shouting loudly.

Beside the bonfire, there were even two people fighting, punches landing hard, blood splattering, and a circle of people around them cheering.

Bang!

The speaker exploded without warning, and the ear-piercing resonance made everyone cover their ears and bend over.

The clamor was silenced in an instant.

Qi Shan blew on the nonexistent smoke on the muzzle of his gun and smiled maliciously, "Good evening, scum. I need your help with something."

A dozen people immediately surrounded him. The leader of the group ruthlessly pressed the gun to Qi Shan's forehead and roared, "You're looking for death, kid!"

Qi Shan grinned hideously and headbutted him.

The big man felt as if he had been hit by a train. Stars filled his eyes, a mouthful of teeth flew out, and he flew out like a sandbag, knocking over a burning gasoline barrel and falling to the ground with a crash.

The others blinked and looked back blankly, not making a move for a moment.

Qi Shan put on an amiable smile and said, "The aliens invaded during the day, and many people have already died. I don't think we need to trouble the goddess of death tonight, do you agree?

So, let me get down to business first. I'm looking for your leader. Which one of you scumbags is the boss?"

A gruff voice came from behind. "Why is the music off? The boss is having fun with some women… Damn it, what are you all doing? Who is this bastard? Why is Rook on the ground? Did he do it? You bastard, kill him! Throw the body outside!"

Forty or fifty people roared, grabbed their weapons, and charged over! More than a dozen of them had guns and fired without hesitation!

The gunshots crackled like beans, and bullets hit Qi Shan, falling to the ground.

Qi Shan smiled maliciously and fired back without hesitation.

Black bullets shot out one after another, and people kept falling in response.

In the chaos, no one noticed that the people who had fallen earlier would twitch on the ground for a few seconds before quietly getting up and silently leaving the battle.

In less than two minutes, the battle stopped imperceptibly.

Forty or fifty people formed a circle on the periphery, coldly watching the hundred or so people in the center.

The group in the middle held various weapons, some with stones, some with daggers, and even some with baseball bats.

But none of them had guns.

Even if they were all fools, they could tell that something was wrong.

Someone was the first to throw their weapon on the ground, followed by the sound of weapons dropping one after another.

He had messy hair, a large beard, wore jeans on his lower body, and the biker gang's uniform on his upper body, with a huge skull tattooed on his chest.

The most eye-catching thing was the machete in his hand, and fresh blood could be seen in the light of the fire.

As soon as he came out, he roared, "You bunch of idiots, you had to disturb my fun. If someone's causing trouble, can't you handle it? Just kill him!"

Qi Shan sneered, "Did I kill your whole family or dig up your ancestral grave? It was just shooting out a speaker. Why are you so hostile to me? I'm just here to talk business. You're so irrational; you don't seem like a gang leader. Could it be that you sent your mother to the former boss and climbed up through nepotism?"

The burly man was immediately enraged: "What did you say? You yellow-skinned monkey, kill him…"

Bang bang bang bang bang

Before he could finish his words, several people behind him simultaneously raised their guns and shot him into a sieve.

The sudden gunshots startled everyone.

As the body fell to the ground with a thud.

A circle of forty or fifty people bowed slightly at the same time and shouted, "Boss!"

The smile on Qi Shan's face remained unchanged.

"It seems that this big bear isn't very friendly, so I'd like to change someone to talk business with me. Your second-in-command is…"

Next to the body, a thin white man raised his hand and said tremblingly, "I'm the second leader of the biker gang, my name is Boney!"

A gurgling sound came from the ground. It was the sound of blood oozing out of the corpse.

Qi Shan sized him up with the eyes of someone looking at a piglet and nodded, "You look much more pleasing to the eye. So, let's talk business. From today onwards, your biker gang will belong to me, and I will give you 2 million in activity funds every month. If you refuse, you will all die here!"

Boney's forehead was sweating: "The New York biker gang has about 300 people. I need to consult with others. I don't have…"

Bang!

A bullet hit in front of his feet, sparks flying.

Qi Shan walked up to him, grabbed his hair, and Boney screamed, his body twisting.

Qi Shan used the muzzle of his gun to lift his chin, his cold eyes piercing into his pupils, and said coldly, "Listen, from today onwards, your biker gang belongs to me. If you don't agree, I'll just kill you. I think there are more than a hundred people here who don't want to lose their lives!"

"But…"

"No buts! 2 million each month, plus 20 men. I'll give you a week to handle things. Is there a problem?"

Qi Shan exerted a little force on his hand, and Boney immediately screamed loudly, saying repeatedly, "No problem, no problem!"

"You should call me Boss!"

"No problem, Boss, I promise!" Boney shouted in panic.

"Very good!"

Qi Shan raised his hand slightly, and immediately nearly 30 people ran out quickly and started their motorcycles.

The remaining 20 people quickly gathered behind Boney, their movements swift and silent.

Boney looked at this scene, his eyes full of disbelief, and gritted his teeth, whispering, "Damn it, Lance, Sachs, have you guys gone crazy?"

The people behind him responded coldly, as if they hadn't heard.

Qi Shan was too lazy to care, released his hand, turned around, and left.

"Remember, you only have one week."

Boney gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The surroundings were silent as everyone watched Qi Shan straddle a motorcycle, taking a string of men and leaving quickly.

They knew that after tonight, in the New York underworld, there would probably be another person with the code name Boss.