He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

He still prefers the silence of a generation of black figures.

If you can't speak, it's best not to speak at all!

The locomotive took a deep breath and then did a few push-ups on the ground.

He endured the pain, leaned against the damaged tree to his feet, his dark face serious, and said in a forcedly relaxed tone:

"Xin Xuanse, as a newcomer, you still have a lot to learn."

The second-generation Black Los gave a thumbs up, admiringly saying, "As expected of you!"

The locomotive looked at the second-generation Black Los, its gaze falling on the opaque, jet-black goggles.

Just now, it must have been a coincidence.

His super speed is as fast as lightning, and even ordinary street cameras have difficulty capturing his full-speed figure!

Moreover, this is a newcomer who can only appropriately enhance himself and objects.

Los asked, "Mr. Locomotive, could you tell me about yourself? I need to know what my specific mission is."

"this……"

The locomotive hesitated for a moment, then, thinking of the Chinese people behind the black-clad figure, it still informed them of the information.

It's actually very simple.

This means that locomotives have recently been injecting compound 5 to achieve faster speeds.

However, a group of mysterious people are investigating something through compound five found in his girlfriend.

After listening, the second-generation Black Los nodded in agreement.

The mysterious people referred to by the locomotive are people like the breast milk maker and the butcher.

Not counting the Invisible Man's unexpected arrival, this was actually the first clash between the Super Seven and the Black Order!

040 Enhance the hacker's iron man, the game

"So, where has your lead gone?"

The second-generation Black Los asked the locomotive.

"A clue?"

The train driver frowned and said, "I got a picture of one of them from the surveillance footage at my girlfriend's house."

He pulled a photograph from his specially made blue battle suit.

The photo shows a white man in his thirties with a full beard, lean and capable.

Los recognized him at a glance.

That's none other than Franky, the one who provides weapons support to the Black Robe Police Force.

Los asked curiously, "You're not thinking of taking this picture with you and searching for people all over the place at super speed, are you?"

"Otherwise what?" the locomotive raised an eyebrow and asked confidently.

Los was speechless.

Is this the Super Seven?

Because of his superpowers, he always tries to solve problems by relying on his abilities, without using his brain at all.

As the new Black One, Los pointed out, "Now that they've obtained information about Compound V from your girlfriend, where do you think they'll go next?"

The locomotive froze, as if a flash of inspiration had struck him, and blurted out:

"Triads!"

The Triads are global criminal organizations, similar in nature to the Mafia or drug cartels, involved in human trafficking, illegal gambling, money laundering, and more.

Due to the secret arrangements of the motherland, the locomotive was originally intended to intercept the Triads, and it also killed a black woman on the way.

"Oh right, they must have gone to the Triads! I'm going over there now!"

Before the locomotive could finish speaking, and without consulting Los at all, it suddenly accelerated and disappeared from the road in the blink of an eye.

He had ulterior motives; he wanted to go to the Triads first so he could smuggle some of the Compound 5 stock!

Los watched the locomotive hurriedly depart, then calmly opened the built-in network of his suit and sent a message.

Now that the Super Seven's [Second Generation Black] has been strengthened, it's time to strengthen [Hacker Iron Man].

Only through give and take can checks and balances be maintained.

On the other side.

The basement of a grocery store in New York City was a hideout for the Triads.

The Black Robe Detectives, consisting of Butcher, Breast Milk, Franky, and the newly joined Hughie, stormed into the area armed with guns.

The butcher, with his burly hands, held a rifle and shot several criminals dead.

Hughie pulled two vials of dark blue liquid from a shelf in the grocery store.

"This is it!"

The fishy, ​​large, and juicy eggplant was raked and dysentery-inducing.

Finally, they've reached the core of the Vought Group and uncovered the secret of superhuman existence!

But at this moment...

Marvin felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

He took out his phone to check, and his expression quickly changed.

With a stern face, the mother said in a deep voice, "Everyone, we must leave here immediately!"

Why?

The butcher and his men looked at the breast milk in surprise; according to their calculations, the local police wouldn't arrive so quickly.

Breastfeeding showed me the message on her phone and said quickly, "It's a warning message that Iron Man just sent me. It says we have to leave the Triad hideout immediately. The train will arrive here in four and a half minutes!"

"Iron Man?"

"That top-tier hacker?"

The members of the black-robed police squad were all taken aback.

Although the hacker Iron Man stated that he would not join the Black Robe Detective Team, this potential ally provided important intelligence on several occasions and even passed the Butcher's test.

The butcher frowned, looking at the breast with a serious expression. "You told Iron Man about our plan to attack the Triads?"

"Absolutely not."

Breast milk immediately shook her head and replied, "I just told him that we are investigating compound five and asked for his support."

"Then how did he know we were in the Triads' quarters, and that the train would arrive in just a few minutes?"

Hughie gasped, looked around, and felt a chill run down his spine; the thought filled him with dread.

Is that so?

At this very moment, are they also being secretly watched by the other side?

The butcher thought quickly and immediately made a decision: "No matter what, we've got the stuff. Let's get out of here right now!"

"Wait a moment!"

Frankie pushed open a closed door to the underground grocery store and exclaimed, "There's an Asian girl locked up in here!"

The butcher and his men immediately went forward to investigate.

In the dimly lit room, a ragged girl was lying on the floor, her hands and feet bound by chains.

With disheveled hair and a face covered in grime, his features were obscured, but it was barely possible to discern that he was of Asian descent.

The butcher pondered, "She must be one of the girls the Triads trafficked from Asia."

Frank suggested, "Shall we let her go?"

"It's too late!"

Without any hesitation, the butcher shook his head decisively, "Don't waste time doing unnecessary things, the local police will handle it!"

Their black-robed disciplinary team is not a righteous organization, but an anti-hero team.

Under the butcher's cold-blooded orders, Breast Milk and Hughie immediately left with Compound V.

Frankie took one last look at the girl.

He sighed and followed Xing Sui to the scene.

A few minutes later.

A male figure wearing goggles and a blue, tight-fitting combat suit suddenly appeared in front of the general store.

The locomotive, gazing angrily at the ransacked Triad hideout inside, stomped its foot and sped away, disappearing from sight.

Meanwhile, 300 meters away.

The butcher and his men hid on the balcony of a residential building, watching the locomotive appear and disappear quickly.

Hughie couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "The information is true, the locomotive really is here."

The mother let out a soft hum and exclaimed excitedly, "I told you, Iron Man is trustworthy! He's the best hacker I've ever met, bar none!"

Franky glanced down at his phone, incredulous, and said, "Not only did they find out where we were, but they even pinpointed the exact time the train engine appeared. Is this still a hacker? Artificial intelligence can't compare!"

The butcher squinted.

He had indeed underestimated that hacker Iron Man; if the other party had been their enemy, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The butcher quickly thought it over and made a decision.

He said, "Breast milk, ask Iron Man for an address, and send them one of the tubes of compound number five that we just obtained, so they can help us with the research."

"The Butcher?" Hughie and Frankie were both stunned.

These two tubes of compound five were obtained with great difficulty, risking their lives, and now they're just going to give away half of them like this?

"Iron Man, he's not an outsider."

The butcher said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for their intelligence, we might have been intercepted by the locomotive, and they would have deserved the spoils."

He decided to actively try to recruit the hacker Iron Man and get him to work for them!

"Yes!" the breast milk was readily accepted.

He's now a complete fan of Iron Man, and only the most professional people truly understand how amazing Iron Man is.

At the same time, the game between the two sides unfolded.

The second-generation Black Los slowly walked into the Triad hideout, as casually as if he were strolling down a pedestrian street.

Passing through the messy scene, I pushed open the door and entered the innermost room, where I saw an Asian girl chained up.

He squatted down and asked with a light laugh:

"Young girl, do you yearn for freedom?"

041 Monster or God

Inside the cold, messy basement.

Upon hearing the sound, Kimiko slowly raised her head, her dark eyes shining through her disheveled hair, reflecting the figure of the young man in black battle armor.

The other person's voice was somewhat magnetic, with a reassuring gentleness.

However, during this time, Kimiko traveled from Asia to North America and encountered too many scams, so she no longer dared to trust others.

"Absolutely, absolutely cannot let go of it!"

Suddenly, a third party's voice rang out inside the triad hideout's general store.

Black Los turned around and saw a shirtless giant lying in a pool of blood.

He looked fearfully at the Asian girl chained in the basement, and, lying on the floor, said:

"That thing is a monster, not a human. If you let it go, we'll all die!"