American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Damn it, what did you do?" Harvey's eyes almost popped out. Jim lunged forward, trying to knock Qishan directly away, but with his small frame, hitting Qishan was like hitting a steel plate. The seemingly soft windbreaker, upon forceful impact, directly transformed into a hard shell.

The sharply defined folds of the clothing almost made him vomit blood.

Even when hitting with the relatively thick muscles of his shoulder, a distinct cracking sound could be heard, clearly indicating that his bones were protesting.

Jim's face turned green, his eyes wide. As he clutched his shoulder and fell to the ground, Qishan didn't even flinch, not even glancing back, as if he hadn't even felt the attack.

This wasn't Qishan showing off; he genuinely didn't feel anything.

Besides being able to self-reorganize and transform into various metals, a more important characteristic of liquid metal is its incredible cushioning ability.

Even if the outside looks the same, the inside of the clothing is filled with a large number of mesh structures that resist impact and absorb kinetic energy.

"Jim!" Harvey shouted, not expecting Jim to be so reckless.

He instinctively raised his gun and fired several more shots.

The bullets hit, deformed, and flew around randomly, scaring Jim into curling up and shouting, "Harvey, stop firing! What are you doing?"

Qishan remained deaf to the surrounding chaos. What about being the protagonist? Even Darkseid couldn't harm a single hair on Qishan's head, let alone two small-time cops.

Qishan's gaze was indifferent, his voice devoid of emotion.

"My patience is limited. Don't assume that the police rushing in will save you. This is Gotham. You know better than I do what they'll do. I'll give you three seconds! Ready... three!"

As soon as "three" came out, Qishan unhesitatingly smashed his fist towards Hugo's back of the head. The punch was full of force, the silver-white liquid metal glove instantly becoming incomparably hard, like a heavy iron hammer. If it hit, the philosopher Hugo wouldn't need to study his science anymore; he could just report to hell.

Of course, that's assuming he could see the road to hell without a head.

Hugo had initially been relatively calm. Over the years, he'd weathered many storms. Besides, the Court of Owls wasn't exactly a benevolent organization; their actions were even more excessive. Murder wasn't unfamiliar to Hugo.

He'd originally intended to talk to Qishan, using rhetoric to stall for time or extract some information.

Who knew the other party wouldn't give him any chance, and after only a few seconds of silence, was about to strike a deadly blow? How could he allow that?

His experiments weren't finished yet.

"Wait, wait!" Hugo shouted in terror, "Billy Cranston! Billy! Go find him, he definitely knows something..."

Bang!

A crisp sound, a brain exploding, a bowl of spicy tofu pudding scattered evenly across the ground.

Qishan slowly stood up, the liquid metal on his glove slowly flowing, the bloodstains and dirt adhering to it detaching on their own.

"Billy, huh? I understand. Thank you for cooperating with the Vengeance Foundation. To commend your achievements, please communicate well with the subsequent replay personnel. We will send a greeting card to express our gratitude!"

Qishan slowly turned around, causing Jim and the other guy to tense up immediately.

"You know nothing about the Vengeance Foundation, do you? If your commander had even a little understanding, he wouldn't have made such a foolish decision.

Hopefully, after this, your compensation will be enough!"

Qishan's lips slightly parted, revealing a row of small teeth, looking like a beast with a mouth full of serrated fangs under the light and shadow.

"Stop right there! You're surrounded! Surrender!" Jim shouted, holding his gun.

Qishan glanced at him, then looked at Harvey, who had clearly run to the side, revealing a hint of disdainful smile, and strode out.

Both of their gun muzzles were constantly pointed at Qishan, but no one dared to fire. What had happened earlier had already proven that bullets were of no use to this guy.

Firing, other than being able to hurt themselves, was completely useless.

As Qishan's figure disappeared, the two of them simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Jim hurriedly said, "Quickly send the message out. The opponent is wearing bulletproof gear. Call the guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, they heard a loud bang outside, and flames soared into the sky. The fierce flames slammed into the front door.

The two of them quickly lay down, the fire grazing their scalps, scorching their hair into curls. The flames and heat rushed towards the roof, directly blasting the lights.

Bang, bang, bang, a series of shattering sounds, and fragments of the arc white lights showered the two of them.

After a long while, the two of them raised their heads, looking at the smoke-filled room, and then looking at the dark corridor. Turning their heads to look outside, the two were shocked to find that all the police cars that had rushed into the asylum had been blown up.

The ground was pitted and uneven, with blue smoke everywhere. The scene was a mess, looking like a city that had just experienced a bombing.

The scene was extremely tragic.

If there were a mother and child crying in each other's arms at this time, it would definitely be a good anti-war theme.

Amidst the mess, the two of them watched as Qishan's windbreaker was as neat as new. He walked with brisk steps to the gate, pulled out an extravagantly styled motorcycle from the knee-high bushes, straddled it, started it, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The two looked at each other and said at the same time, "Not good!"

Then, they rushed into the corridor in a hurry. One look, and the two almost vomited.

This explosion was both sudden and violent, as if it had been calculated in advance. The explosion didn't directly collapse Arkham Asylum, but the base had already been destroyed.

More than half of the police officers who rushed in were burned into charcoal. Those who were lucky enough to survive were also unconscious, most of them with large areas of burns, missing arms, broken legs, and missing parts.

In addition to the smell of explosives, there was also a strange smell of barbecue in the air.

Harvey sniffed. So fragrant!

Jim's eyes were bloodshot. He knew that Gotham City was a big mud pit, and the entire political system from top to bottom didn't have a single clean person. More than half of the councilors and government staff were blatantly taking bribes.

Gangs were rampant, and the night was a lawless place.

A case he had solved before had already made him deeply feel the darkness of Gotham, and the scene in front of him made him feel a second emotion.

Powerlessness!

The criminal was clearly right in front of them. Clearly, the police were the righteous side that had made thorough preparations, hoping to achieve success in one battle, but they couldn't do anything about a thug.

He killed Hugo right under their noses, even easily killing half of the police station's colleagues, and left swaggeringly.

He simply didn't take the police seriously.

The two were silent for a long time until they heard the sirens of the ambulance, and then they slowly walked out.

Things had blown up, and they had to think about how to explain it to the higher-ups.