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"Evil people will be punished by other evil people."

At that moment, he had already foreseen the outcome for Vice President Madeline, who was issuing orders from her office.

At this moment.

Ashley suddenly stomped past Los in her high heels.

She bowed respectfully to Los before hurrying into the vice president's office.

Los glanced at Ashley.

This woman is much smarter than Madeline; no wonder she has been able to serve as the motherland's secretary for so long.

Inside the Vice President's office.

Ashley quickly closed the door and urgently reported to Madeline, "Vice President, something's happened!"

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Madeline frowned slightly, using a scarf to cover her uniform shirt, which was already showing signs of dampness.

Ashley, pale-faced, opened her phone and said:

"Just now, Starlight suddenly altered his speech, claiming that the Deep Sea member of the Zinc Tribe V Super Seven was involved in workplace bullying and attempted to sexually assault him!"

"Her accusations not only caused a huge uproar at the speech and went viral on social media, but now countless passersby have become her fans!"

As Madeline listened, her expression turned grim.

This is a major incident that could damage the image of a hero! If not handled properly, it could severely impact the Vought Group!

At this moment, in the building's corridor.

Following his super vision, super hearing also awakened. Los listened to the conversation in the office next door and nodded to himself.

Starlight clearly understood what he meant.

Even if you want to improve your status in the Super Seven, like Locomotive, by using Compound V to increase your speed, it will be difficult to achieve the desired effect.

The most powerful external forces are public opinion and fans, which are the foundation for the success of the Super Seven!

When public opinion and fans stand on the side of Starlight, not to mention the Vought Group, even the people of the motherland dare not easily touch her.

As for why I'm helping Starlight.

Los didn't want to see her eyes light up; rather, she was the kindest member of the Super Seven.

A helping hand might come in handy later.

Just as he was thinking this, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and the Chinese man with a rosy complexion stepped out.

Clearly, the other person was very happy with last night's gift.

If it were someone else giving a gift with such suggestive meaning to their compatriots, they would definitely retaliate, since compatriots don't like others probing their preferences.

But after Los, as the second-generation Black, completely gained the trust of his motherland.

Last night's party was all guys.

That gift, on the contrary, will create a special effect of 'having fought together and gone to brothels together'.

Simply put, Los has already reached the target level of goodwill with his homeland, and his kill threshold is very high.

“Loss.”

As he stepped out of the elevator, the Chinese man smiled, though in private he usually called Los by his real name.

Mr. John.

Los nodded in response.

He paused for a moment, then said seriously, "There's something I feel I must tell you."

The man waved his hand, "We'll talk about it later, I have to go to the vice president's office!"

He was about to walk past Los.

Suddenly, Los raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

In this instant.

The Chinese man narrowed his eyes. If it were someone else, their hand would be crippled, and their head would explode!

It just so happens to be Los.

Indeed, besides this younger generation, who else would dare to stop him?

The Chinese people stopped in their tracks, suppressing the anger that instinctively welled up in their hearts, and looked at Los indifferently.

"Go ahead and say it. If what you're saying isn't important to me..."

Before the countryman could finish speaking, Los took over the conversation expressionlessly:

"If that's the case, I'm willing to leave The Seven and do whatever you want with me."

This time, it was the people of our motherland who were moved.

He looked at Los's incredibly calm heart, his stern face softened considerably, and he shook his head, saying:

"There's no need for that. We're comrades, so tell me."

Los began, “After learning that the Butcher was the mysterious person investigating Compound V, I seriously investigated Billy Bochal’s interpersonal relationships and discovered that his wife, Becca Bochal, had disappeared eight years ago.”

The man waved his hand, frowning, and said, "I already knew that."

The reason for his disappearance was simply that she was pregnant with his child and ended up having a difficult childbirth...

Los continued, "So, Mr. John, you also know that Ms. Becca Butler is not dead?"

Snapped!

The Chinese man placed both hands heavily on Los's shoulders, his facial muscles instantly contorting, his eyes turning a feverish red.

Say it again!

Los looked at his countryman and said calmly, "I said that Ms. Becca Butler is not dead and is living in seclusion in the suburbs of New York, seemingly raising children."

Upon hearing this, the red light in the eyes of the patriot faded, replaced by a tense, deep breath as he nervously asked:

"Loss, are you sure this is true?"

"Calm down, Mr. John."

Los patted his compatriot on the shoulder in return, and the two seemed to be supporting each other.

He suggested, "You can find out if it's true or not by asking the vice president. The house where Ms. Becca and that child live is registered in her name."

"Yes! You're right! Madeline arranged everything back then, she must know!"

The Chinese man immediately released Los and quickly headed towards the vice president's office.

Inside the Vice President's office.

Seeing her compatriots burst through the door, Madeline exclaimed excitedly:

"John, you know now, right? Starlight is truly lawless!"

The Chinese people remained expressionless, saying, "What starlight? That's no longer important."

"What did you say?"

Madeline looked at her compatriots and had a bad feeling.

“You should know that it’s very difficult to lie to me, Madeline.”

The man pointed to his eyes and forced a smile. “I want to talk to you about Becca-Butch.”

"Becca?"

Madeline's eyes widened suddenly, and she gasped for breath.

A few minutes later.

Los entered the vice president's office and saw that Madeline's head was burned and half of her body was lying on the sofa.

Evil people will be punished by other evil people.

The people of the motherland stand in the middle of the office.

He tilted his head back, his eyes no longer burning red, but moist.

Soon, the Chinese man took another deep breath to calm his unprecedented excitement, then came up to Los and patted him on the shoulder.

“Loss.”

The man swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse, strained voice, "I...I have a son!"

He suddenly realized.

This momentous news, a major joy in my life, has no one, not even any fans, to share with.

Aside from the trustworthy superhuman descendant right now, the second-generation Black, Los!

"Sir, I know."

Los patted his compatriot on the back, comforting him.

Wait.

What kind of comfort is this?! Why are you comforting your own countrymen? And with a hint of warmth?

Los felt as if his life was intertwined with a gentle, kind of joy.

Actually, I informed my countrymen in advance that I had a son.

Los suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Originally, after a series of events...

The goodwill and trust he cultivated among his compatriots were enough to allow him to casually coast along in the Super Seven for several months.

At that time, the awakening of my superhuman powers will be enough to confront my motherland head-on!

But now, it seems like I've almost completely destroyed the goodwill I have towards my motherland?

047 The Black-Robed Police Team Assembles

Upon learning that he had a son, the patriot's face seemed to genuinely show emotion. His excited feelings were hard to calm down, and he let the second-generation Black Los pat his back to comfort him.

If this continues, won't the other person consider him a true friend or buddy?

Los muttered to himself, but he was also very clear-headed.

He looked at Madeline's headless corpse, still warm from the last rays of her touch, on the sofa.

This vice president of the Vought Group, who thought he could control his countrymen by playing multiple roles as a nanny and a lover, is now dead like a toy that has been casually smashed.

Los shook his head to himself.

Even sons or fathers may just be tools for the Chinese people to express their missing emotions.

Playing with fire can easily lead to self-immolation, unless one possesses absolute power that is not afraid of fire, or even surpasses fire, such as superhuman strength.

Los stopped patting his back and asked curiously, "Mr. John, shall we go to that cabin outside New York now?"

"Not urgent."

The people of the motherland took a deep breath, and their mood calmed down considerably.

He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

That's like the pure, wicked pleasure of a bad kid!

The patriot laughed loudly, "This is wonderful news! I've thought of someone who must come to witness and see my son and me reunited!"

That evening.

When Starlight mustered the courage to stand under the spotlight and publicly denounced the bullying by the Super Seven, it sparked heated discussions across the internet.

When news of Vice President Madeline's death, murdered by her compatriots, spread throughout the Vought Group, the entire organization was thrown into chaos.

The second-generation Black Los arrived at a wooded area on the outskirts of New York.

He looked at the faint light emanating from the wooden cabin a kilometer behind him, then gazed at the pitch-black, dense jungle in front of him.

Los had already guessed who his countrymen were referring to.