He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

He clenched his teeth, his face deathly pale, and said in fear, "That guy is beyond our ability to deal with. He chopped off the butcher's right hand in an instant!"

At this moment, the butcher's voice came through the communicator intermittently:

"Everyone, leave here and go back to wait for my message."

The forest was ablaze with firelight.

The butcher raised his intact left hand and removed the burned communicator from his ear.

He watched warily as the second-generation Xuanse stopped attacking, then stepped back and staggered toward the small house behind him, his arm still attached to his severed hand.

Los did not stop the butcher, watching the three women fleeing into the woods behind him.

Now, the somewhat arrogant black-robed disciplinary team should have come to their senses.

He didn't even go through the first stage.

Los thought for a moment and followed behind the butcher.

The two walked through a forest of about a kilometer and approached a detached wooden villa with lights on inside. The flowers, plants and lights made it look like a cozy, secluded little home.

A cape with stars and stripes, representing the American flag, swayed in the night breeze.

The people from our motherland stood in front of the door but did not go inside.

He seemed to have been waiting for the butcher, and upon seeing the butcher arrive, he finally revealed a meaningful smile.

The Chinese man looked at the butcher who had always wanted to kill him and laughed, "You've finally arrived."

The butcher ignored his compatriots and completely disregarded his injuries and peril, shouting towards the wooden house ahead:

"Becca, are you in there? Are you there?"

His voice was hoarse and strained.

Soon, the door to the cabin was opened from the inside.

A beautiful young woman with dark golden curly hair walked out. When she saw her compatriots and the butcher outside, she covered her mouth, her face full of astonishment.

When the butcher saw the young woman who had appeared, who was none other than his wife Becca, who had been missing for eight years, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

All the effort was worthwhile!

However, the joy on the butcher's face quickly froze.

But it is.

A small figure followed them out of the house and leaned against the young woman's feet.

The boy looked blankly at the three people outside, then at his mother, whose emotions seemed out of place.

The Chinese man spread his hands and smiled at the butcher:

"You don't know, do you? Eight years ago, it was your wife Becca who seduced me. We were truly in love."

He tossed his cloak and walked toward the eight-year-old boy next to Becca, introducing himself: "Ryan, I am your father, your biological father!"

The butcher, clutching his severed arm, knelt on the ground; the physical pain was nothing compared to the anguish in his heart.

At this moment.

As the second-generation black-clad Los leans against a tree, it gives one the feeling of watching a large-scale ethical drama.

The world in black robes is truly chaotic.

It seemed as if there was a wheel of demonic energy at the back of his head, which spun again.

Okay, Los has adapted again!

The Chinese man squatted down, took the little boy's hand, and pointed to the butcher, saying, "As for that scruffy bearded man, he's a friend of your mother and me."

The butcher looked on in despair and disbelief at his wife Becca, his countrymen, and the boy who were sitting together.

They are a family, so who am I?

The butcher's face turned green, his heart filled with rage, yet he was at a loss as to how to vent it.

The people of the motherland were really happy. It seemed that they hadn't teased the butcher enough, and on a whim, they pointed to the second-generation black-haired man leaning against a tree not far away.

He continued to introduce the man to his son, saying, "As for that man, he is also my friend, your godfather."

"?"

Behind the metal mask, Los looked completely bewildered, stuck in his daze.

No.

He was just there to watch the drama unfold, yet he has his own role to play?

049 Steel Body, Storm is Coming

That night, witnessed by Los in his dual roles as Black and Godfather.

The father and son Ryan meet for the first time.

Becca made a deal with him privately: "Release Billy Botchell the butcher, and he will be allowed to have regular contact with his son."

The people of the motherland agreed on the spot.

In his view, it's more interesting to keep a butcher, an ordinary person (toy) who dares to challenge him.

The butcher was thus saved and disappeared from New York City that night.

A few days later, on the weekend.

Inside the detached villa.

Wearing casual home clothes, Los sat on the sofa in the first-floor living room, basking in the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the window, and turned on the television.

Switching between a few news channels at random, a dazzling array of trending news events keeps the eyes busy:

"The death of former hero The Invisible Man has been confirmed, as has the terrorist organization Black Robes, founded by Butcher. The FBI has issued arrest warrants for members of Black Robes: Billy Bochal, Hugh Campbell, Frankie, and Marvin."

"CIA Deputy Director Susan Reiner was shot in the head and killed in an open parking lot in New York. The case is still under investigation!"

"The bill on superhuman intervention in military operations has been passed. Chinese citizens have flown to the Middle East multiple times within a week, effectively eliminating local terrorist organizations!"

"The upstart technology company Steel Body Industries has launched high-tech prosthetic devices that have enabled tens of thousands of disabled people to regain normal mobility. Executive Manager Jordan publicly declared: 'Physical suffering, mechanical ascension!'"

Los couldn't help but smile as he looked at his roommate Jordan, who was dressed in a black androgynous suit and looked very serious, on the TV screen.

That guy is actually quite capable.

The steel industry is now officially on track, and can gradually move into fields such as artificial intelligence, supercomputers, and aerospace satellites, which are prerequisites for building a steel corps.

certainly.

Steel Body Industries' technological products launched on the market have all been appropriately downplayed and adjusted to avoid being too outdated.

"Besides the steel industry, my own steel body is also gradually improving."

Los looked down at a razor with a rolled blade on the table and couldn't help but sigh.

It's just a few fine hairs, and the best razors on the market now can't cut them at all.

If this continues, perhaps one day even Adamantium, the same material as a Wolverine's claw, will be difficult to scratch.

Vibranium and Adamantium have very similar structures, much like the difference between iron and iron alloys.

Los picked up the razor with the curled blades, easily flattened it into the shape of a coin with his hand, and casually used his matter-conversion ability.

He now prefers to call this auxiliary ability of his "Reconstruction"!

However, after a short while, the coin's internal structure transformed into a material that resembled vibranium.

Los toyed with the vibranium coin in his hand and nodded to himself.

Currently, only vibranium can withstand the unbridled manipulation of its own hundreds of tons of power without being enveloped by a bio-force field.

At this moment.

The latest New York news broadcast on television caught Los's attention.

"Due to Hero Starlight's public accusation, Deepsea, a member of The Seven, has been officially expelled from the Vought Group today!"

"Heroes have become a female spokesperson, and their fan base has jumped to second only to those in their home country. They are hailed as America's sweetheart, and various Heroes merchandise is becoming a global sensation!"

"What a coincidence."

Los muttered something, turned off the TV, and glanced towards the door.

The doorbell rang.

Los didn't get up to open the door, but said, "The door's unlocked, just come in."

The door opened, and a beautiful white girl with golden, curly hair draped over her shoulders walked in, shimmering like starlight.

That's none other than the American sweetheart and superstar who was just making headlines.

Compared to her previous platinum cape uniform, which was relatively normal, Starlight's current battle suit was much more economical with fabric, almost completely exposing her fair shoulders and long, white legs, and revealing a hint of cleavage beneath her delicate collarbone.

Looking at Starlight's somewhat awkward and hesitant posture, Los asked curiously:

"You're so popular now, and Vice President Madeline isn't around anymore, so you don't need to wear this kind of revealing outfit, do you?"

"No, I don't need to change it. I just suddenly wanted to wear it once."

Starlight smiled sweetly and took off her combat boots at the door, putting on her home shoes instead.

She tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light, and continued:

"Moreover, if the media were to photograph me dressed like this walking into your dark-colored residence, it would be easier to cause a scandal."

“It seems you’ve really learned it.” Los raised an eyebrow.

The other party is trying to emulate Queen Maeve and her compatriots by creating a scandal with a member of the team's heroes, which is indeed easier to gain fans.

Starlight bowed low to Los, her posture very humble, revealing glimpses of her skin.

Unlike colleagues, they were more like superiors and subordinates; she felt...

“There was no one on my way here. If you don’t like this kind of rumor, I will stop it immediately and will be extra careful in the future.”

“Whatever,” Los said casually.

For him, the black color was just a temporary identity.

After a while, this identity may lose its meaning.

He glanced at Starlight. "Didn't you used to dislike this kind of hype?"

People change.

Starlight, feigning maturity, secretly glanced at Los on the sofa.

She certainly doesn't like using scandals to gain fans, but it depends on the person!

Starlight seemed to have thought of something, gently biting her moist lips, staring straight at Los, and finally mustered her courage to say:

"I can stay tonight and try to see if I can release the sunlight..."

Still too young.

As Xingguang finished speaking, her ears turned slightly red again.

Los chuckled lightly and said calmly, "I think instead of trying to please me, you should call and greet the president of the Water Group."

Starlight paused for a moment: "Edgar, the president of the Water Group?"

"Now that Vice President Madeline is dead," Ross said, "President Edgar must find a new way to manage his countrymen."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I guess that the new hero member recommended by the Vought Group's top brass, who hasn't actually joined yet, is for this purpose."

Suddenly, Xingguang understood.

Now, her fan base is almost as large as that of her Chinese compatriots, which is bound to displease them.

Therefore, the Vought Group headquarters needed a powerful backer, and President Edgar, who wanted to control his countrymen, was the best candidate!

into the night.

We left the dark villa.

Starlight turned back every few steps, staring blankly at the house lit up with lights as warm as the sun.

She believes she has indeed matured and knows how to use promotional methods she used to dislike, and she is cunning and resourceful.