American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Several light sounds in succession, the few hanging lamps inside the auto repair shop were shattered simultaneously, the light dimmed, and a figure suddenly appeared in the room, the battle erupting without warning.

The sudden appearance of an enemy greatly startled the few personnel on duty, and they hurriedly rushed forward.

However, the light suddenly disappeared, and the crowd couldn't see anything in front of them, resulting in a chaotic situation where several people fell on their own.

The figure was obviously unaffected, and instead, moved as if in its element, darting left and right, feinting east and attacking west.

In the chaotic auto repair shop, it was as nimble as a swimming fish, and quickly knocked more than a dozen people to the ground.

Daredevil grabbed one of them, slammed him against the wall, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is your boss? What exactly are you planning?"

That person was expressionless, ignoring Daredevil's question, and directly threw a punch back.

Daredevil retaliated with an elbow strike, causing the person to spit blood, with a distinct cracking sound coming from his ribs.

Despite such a heavy blow, that person seemed to feel no pain, struggling to counterattack.

Daredevil grabbed his neck, constantly applying force, and could clearly feel the other person suffocating little by little.

However, the will to resist did not weaken in the slightest.

Not only this person, but the dozen or so people he had just knocked down were now all getting up.

They were like wooden puppets, silent, expressionless, and frantically charging towards Daredevil.

Daredevil clearly felt that something was wrong, and roared, "Who exactly are you people?"

Unsurprisingly, there was no response.

They kept rushing forward, punching and kicking, even recklessly trying to hug him.

Daredevil's counterattacks became increasingly heavy, each strike accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

However, whether he directly twisted a person's arm or broke a leg, he couldn't hear any screams, as if these people were corpses without pain.

The more he fought, the colder he felt in his heart, and the angrier he became.

Although he didn't know what exactly was happening, these people in front of him were clearly not right.

This reminded him of a rumor he had heard before, weighing heavily on his mind.

Just as these people were dragging their broken legs, preparing to charge again.

A childish voice suddenly appeared inside the auto repair shop.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Daredevil breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves slightly relaxing.

At this time, he was still a rookie, without even his own costume.

He was not the ruthless Daredevil who dared to kill in his later years.

The current him had not yet crossed that line.

Therefore, facing enemies that could not be defeated no matter how hard he fought, he felt extremely constrained and uncomfortable.

He had even thought about temporarily retreating just now.

Daredevil looked in one direction, warily asking, "Who are you?"

The dozen or so people silently dispersed, and Matthew, wearing a military uniform, walked out slowly. He stared at Daredevil and said in a childish voice, "That's the question I should be asking you. What exactly do you want, breaking into a private residence in the middle of the night?"

Daredevil was slightly stunned, "A child?"

Matthew ignored his doubts, glanced at the dozen or so heavily injured people, and snorted, "More than a dozen people can't beat one person, a bunch of trash! What are you still standing here for? Hurry up and go to the hospital!"

"Is that so? You can try!"

Daredevil no longer dwelled on the other party's identity, concentrating his energy and remaining vigilant.

The sounds coming from this child were clearly abnormal.

His heart was like a heavy drum, and his blood like mercury.

The vibrations of his body were very subtle, feeling like a high-density alloy.

It was the first time Daredevil had heard such a sound.

Matthew stopped talking nonsense, slowly raising his right fist.

Then, with a tap of his toe, the ground cracked with a snap, and the whole person rushed towards Daredevil like a cannonball, his small fist slamming into his abdomen, directly turning Daredevil into a shrimp.

He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out stomach acid, his intestines twisted in pain, his body instantly losing strength, hanging on Matthew's fist like a dead fish.

"Tch! Is that all you've got?"

A trace of disdain flashed across Matthew's face, and he kicked him horizontally.

Clang, clang!

Daredevil crashed into a shelf, heavily hitting a wrecked car, the entire car door denting inwards.

Thud!

His body slid down, falling to the ground.

Cough!

Blood surged upwards, Daredevil opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, lying on the ground like mud.

Tap, tap, tap…

Soft footsteps gradually approached, Daredevil could even hear the sound of soft-soled rubber shoes contacting the ground.

But the severe pain, dizziness, breathlessness, and weakness in his limbs made it impossible for him to move even a little after several attempts.

Daredevil knew that he was probably really done for this time.

Matthew approached, reaching out his small hand to pull off Daredevil's mask, grabbing his hair and lifting him up, looking him over slightly.

He sneered in a childish voice, "Someone like you wants to cause trouble for the boss, how ignorant! Now tell me, who are you? Why are you here? Who told you about this place?"

Blood flowed from the corner of Daredevil's mouth, his Adam's apple twitched, and he struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Matthew flashed an afterimage horizontally, dodging the blood before returning to his original position.

"Alright, you've got guts! You're still thinking about resisting at this time! Why aren't you talking? Are you unable to speak?"

Matthew snorted, "Don't worry, we'll be able to find out your identity tomorrow morning. We can always find someone who can make you talk."

Daredevil's body trembled, his mouth opened, a large amount of blood gushing out, unable to say a word.

Matthew looked back, grabbed Daredevil's hair and dragged him outside, muttering, "I should report to the boss after settling him first!"

Walking out of the abandoned auto repair shop and finding a black SUV, Matthew hopped and opened the car door, throwing Daredevil into the back seat.

Moving to the driver's side, he opened the door and sat down, found the key from the sun visor, and just as he inserted it, he suddenly froze.

He looked at his small hands, then at his dangling little feet, his mouth twitching.

"Damn it, I can't even reach!"

This suddenly discovered fact made his little face turn red.

He slammed the steering wheel angrily, and the steering wheel cracked like an Oreo cookie.

Matthew paused, silently pulled out the key, jumped out of the car, and turned back into the abandoned auto repair shop.

He should report to the boss first!