American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Everyone, this operation is quite limited, we must cooperate sincerely!" The Shanghai Bund college student clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention, and then said with a smile.

The ponytail girl said lightly: "You don't need to tell us that, but when collecting intelligence, we obviously have to act separately. In this mission, we will be assigned to different sects. We will definitely have to act separately later. Who has a long-distance communication device?"

Doraemon smiled: "You've come to the right person!"

He plunged his two round palms into the 4-dimensional pocket in his chest, rummaged through it, and then suddenly took out a snail and raised it high, shouting triumphantly in a long voice: "Den Den Mushi!"

The burly man's mouth twitched slightly: "Can you not imitate this action? It's a bit of a childhood destroyer!"

Doraemon rolled his eyes and said with some disdain: "What do you know? Even the second dimension will grow up, okay! I specially collected this Den Den Mushi when I encountered a second-dimensional traversal mission last time.

There are still quite a few now, which can be distributed to you for use. It just so happens that the styles of Den Den Mushi are different, and you can use the patterns on them as code names, to avoid exposing names and code names, causing unnecessary suspicion!"

Everyone was silent, staring at the Den Den Mushi in Doraemon's hand.

Doraemon smiled, the thick cigar undulating up and down: "Don't worry, don't worry, these Den Den Mushi have been specially modified by me, and their eyes have long been degraded. They can only transmit sound and cannot simulate expressions. Of course, there are no things like hackers and cracking. The degree of confidentiality has been done very perfectly, otherwise how could so many be sold at the auction house?"

The leather-clad man suddenly realized: "So you are the famous blue-skinned masked inventor at the auction house!"

"Isn't that me?" Doraemon smiled triumphantly, and took out a few more Den Den Mushi, raising his hand and scattering them out.

Several people stepped forward to take one. Qi Shan grabbed one casually and looked at it curiously in his hand.

The Den Den Mushi is still very useful. The way they transmit information is very peculiar. Rather than saying it is radio waves, it is better to say it is biological waves.

And this kind of wave can be converted into Morse code through a specific form, and then converted into 0 and 1. As long as there are 0 and 1, a huge biological computer can be constructed from it. If that little thing is thoroughly researched, the technology in biology and genetics that has been thoroughly researched over the years may be able to go further.

Doraemon shook the Den Den Mushi in his hand.

"Let's call each other by the numbers on the Den Den Mushi. I'm number 1, and you can follow suit: number 2, number 3, number 4, number 5, number 6!"

Doraemon pointed to the leather-clad man, the burly man, the ponytail girl, Qi Shan, and the Shanghai Bund college student respectively.

Qi Shan looked at the Den Den Mushi in his hand. Sure enough, there was a 5 written on the snail shell.

Everyone had no objections and casually stuffed the Den Den Mushi away.

The burly man said: "With a way to contact each other, it will be much more convenient to act in the future. Everyone will disperse separately later, pay attention to collecting information, and don't let the established plot line affect your judgment. This world line has undergone major changes, and there must be many different places!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a large group of figures rushing up from a distance. The vast majority were men holding weapons, young and old, and in the distance there were also some nuns and girls dressed as chivalrous women.

Although these people were not afraid of death, there were too few of them. When besieged by famous and upright sects, two fists were no match for four hands, and a slight negligence would cause them to be chopped to the ground.

In the center, there were more than a dozen experts whose martial arts were obviously much higher. They were charging left and right, pointing east and attacking west, rescuing their companions while also trying to kill the upright sect disciples.

It was a pity that there were few of them, and it was a drop in the bucket. After a wave of attacks, the last wave of resisting Ming Cult disciples was taken down.

The famous and upright sects swarmed up and besieged the last resistance force of the Ming Cult on Guangming Peak.

At this moment, the protective cover shattered, and Qi Shan and the others were directly mixed in the crowd, almost being swept up.

The 5 reincarnators were obviously veterans. The moment they showed their figures, their appearances suddenly changed, and they twisted and turned directly into the crowd.

Qi Shan was not in a hurry at all. The person he was eyeing, even if he could run out of the earth, would not be able to escape the surveillance range.

What if he was mixed in the crowd?

The leather-clad man ran directly to the Wudang disciples, the Shanghai Bund college student went to the Huashan Sect, the burly man went straight to the Shaolin monks, the ponytail girl joined the Kongtong Sect, and was fishing in troubled waters behind a group of old perverts. The most ridiculous thing was Doraemon, who actually mixed into the Emei Sect with a serious face, and was completely harmonious among a group of women.

The shield swordsman of Tianxia Villa had been guarding the convoy, and had no intention of approaching at all. He had been slowly advancing, and he was not in a hurry even if he was distanced from the first echelon in front.

Qi Shan thought for a while and went directly back to the carriage.

Reincarnators can be brushed at any time. Sooner or later, it makes no difference to Qi Shan.

On the contrary, he was actually a little curious about their mission this time. The restart of the career line was not a bad thing for Qi Shan.

Starting from scratch, the research and development time will be more than 100 years longer.

He was mainly afraid that if he acted now, he would scare the main god space again. The last time he collected it too cleanly, the main god space had not made any movement for more than 100 years, and even the Condor Heroes plot was skipped.

If they are not allowed to succeed once this time, the reincarnation space might directly abandon this world.

If there is no power in the dark to make the world constantly reincarnate, a single planet will probably have to re-evolve its history and gradually develop into a modern society.

Without familiar characters and plots, just a single world, what's the point?

So Qi Shan decided to wait and see what happens, and wait until they complete the task before cautiously catching a few people.

It is impossible to drain the pond to catch all the fish!

Looking at Qi Shan, when he has not responded to the world, he will stay for a while longer, climb the technology tree, and study the wristband of the main god space.

When everything is ready, and there is really no way to leave this world, you can also enter the main god space and venture out.

But this is a last resort.

Qi Shan does not yearn for power, but only for freedom. He likes to travel freely and see more people and things, instead of inexplicably becoming a lunatic who only knows how to commit suicide.