American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Night. The dimly lit office had three cages in the corner. Inside each cage was a man in a suit, wearing a black hood, looking slightly nervous.

Clearly, they were just office workers, incredibly tense.

"Well, the game begins again. The three of you hoped to join my company last week. Unfortunately, this time, there's only one position available."

"From now until dawn, for the next six hours, you can use any means to attack each other. The survivor will get the job!"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention, there are no rules in this game. If you can resolve it peacefully, that's fine too, but if only one survives in the end, there's an additional one million dollar bonus! I mean US dollars!"

The man's tone in the broadcast was teasing. He didn't even bother to disguise his voice; the three men could easily tell it was the big boss.

Buzz--

The indicator light on the electronic lock turned green, and the cage doors opened automatically. The three men slowly walked out, cautiously watching each other in the dim light, instinctively grabbing the weapons at hand.

Watching the familiar scene displayed on the monitor screen, a guy wearing a Peking opera mask slowly turned around, placed his hands on the second-floor railing, and shouted to the wealthy people in the magnificent hall below: "Ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin. Enjoy the passion of slaughter and blood! Where are your bets?"

Boom boom boom boom!

He opened his arms, and a series of fireworks erupted behind him, sparks flying in the air, announcing the start of the game like a scattering of celestial flowers.

On the walls of the hall, a large screen composed of numerous televisions was playing back bloody and stimulating scenes from previous games. Below, screams rose and fell. They were excited, thrilled, feeling a trace of stimulation from their numb lives.

Waiters wearing simple masks moved back and forth, handing out slips and collecting stacks of cash or credit cards. The atmosphere in the venue gradually heated up.

Looking at the familiar scene, the masked man on the second floor suddenly felt bored.

He didn't know when it started, but simply being a spectator could no longer satisfy his desires. Perhaps he should try joining them, personally experiencing the feeling of chopping people into pieces with an axe.

Just as he was lost in thought, the ceiling suddenly shattered, and a figure fell from the sky, crashing down beside him like a cannonball.

With a boom, the floor vibrated, and the high-end marble floor shattered, the fragments turning into sharp little blades under the pressure of the impact, shooting in all directions, causing a commotion.

The black-masked man was startled by this sudden situation, subconsciously taking two steps back, rolling away to a distance of more than three meters.

He shielded his forehead with his right hand, looking over with a hint of suspicion.

Qi Shan slowly stood up straight, his trench coat whipping around with a cracking sound. In the dim light, the bright silver suit was as dazzling as if it had its own light.

"Richard Siinnis?"

"Who? Never heard of that name!" The masked man replied, quickly producing a handgun in his hand, raising it to pull the trigger.

Swish!

The masked man only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the person disappeared.

Immediately afterward, a sharp pain shot through his gun-wielding arm, causing him to scream involuntarily. His fingers loosened, and the handgun fell to the ground.

"Mr. Siinnis, playing dumb is useless!"

Qi Shan stood behind him, his right hand gripping his arm, his body standing straight, his left hand even still in his pocket.

The masked man struggled, enduring the sharp pain, constantly smashing his left hand and elbow over, but unfortunately, apart from a few soft sounds, it was useless. On the contrary, the pain became more and more intense, almost draining all his strength.

Sweat covered his forehead, and his mask seemed to be twisted.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Eon Richard, how could someone like you not know me? Don't you even watch the news?"

Qi Shan chuckled, forcefully throwing the masked man to the ground.

His body was slammed horizontally onto the ground, making a loud thud, seemingly even shaking the floorboards.

Richard's face directly hit the marble floor, his mask shattering, revealing a young but arrogant face.

If this face appeared in a luxurious office building, it would most likely be associated with youthful success.

But now, no matter how you looked at it, it exuded rebelliousness.

Richard struggled to raise his head, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Gentleman Killer, the Revenge Foundation!"

"Is that what I'm called now? It does fit this outfit quite well!"

To Qi Shan's surprise, more than a dozen waiter lackeys acted abnormally, simultaneously taking out handguns from their ankles and shooting without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang——

The bullets were as dense as raindrops, instantly turning the second floor's decorations into ruins, but Qi Shan, who was in the center, suffered no harm.

Richard's eyes were about to pop out.

He personally saw the bullets hit Qi Shan, losing their kinetic energy and falling to the ground like candy beans. Not to mention penetration, they didn't even create a ripple.

"This…"

Qi Shan looked down, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Is that all you've got?"

Suddenly, a large mass of metallic liquid bulged out of his hand, instantly transforming into an exaggeratedly shaped aviation machine gun. The moment the thick muzzle appeared, the people below were dumbfounded.

The leading waiter said blankly: "Shit!"

Da da da da da da da…

Puff puff puff puff puff puff…

The metal storm had arrived, and its infinite destructive power instantly turned the waiters into sieves. The 23mm bullets were undeniably heavy firepower.

Each bullet was a small hand grenade, and the continuous explosions almost wiped out the fleeing upper-class guests.

In just one minute, Qi Shan fired 36,000 bullets, and the luxurious hall was a mess, directly turning into a ruin with corpses everywhere.

The moment Richard saw the aviation machine gun, he knew the people below were finished. He curled up immediately, holding his head with both hands, his forearms pressed tightly against his ears. Even so, the huge noise still drilled into his ears.

A minute later, the electric motor stopped, and the muzzle, with wisps of green smoke, turned into a pool of liquid metal, slowly flowing to the ground, slowly devouring all the metal it could touch.

Qi Shan ignored it, slowly walked to Richard, and smiled: "Mr. Siinnis, the riff-raff have been dealt with. Shall we chat alone?"