He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

She remains true to her original aspiration, hoping to use the resources of The Seven to truly combat criminals and evil, and realize the justice she seeks.

Starlight feels that it is growing, becoming better quickly, with its fame and abilities increasing, and shining even brighter!

But, but.

Why does it feel like we're getting further and further away from the second-generation Black Color?

At that moment, for some reason, a pang of regret welled up inside Annie Januair.

Los, why aren't you a scumbag?

050 I really don't want to be the godfather of my motherland.

The next day, Los put on the black nano suit and clocked in at the Vought Group headquarters as usual.

Because of the recent influx of Chinese people flying to the Middle East, the atmosphere at the headquarters has become much more relaxed.

Los thought that today would be another uneventful day.

Never thought.

In the morning, people from his motherland came directly to see him.

This man, who suddenly learned he had a son and became history's greatest calamity in the Middle East, solemnly addressed Los:

"Come with me to the Water Secret Community at noon."

The Water Secret Community, where Ryan, the son of the Fatherland, and Becca, the butcher's wife, live.

Under the nano-metal mask.

Los's eye twitched slightly, and he hesitated before saying, "Mr. John, it's not appropriate for me, an outsider, to interrupt your family lunch, is it?"

"You are not an outsider."

The Chinese man patted Los on the shoulder and said seriously, "You're Ryan's godfather!"

Godfather my foot!

Los sighed inwardly. This family was so chaotic that he really didn't want to get involved.

But looking at the ancestor, his eyes were lowered, and he seemed mature and composed with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of authority without anger, but in reality, he looked like he had a lot on his mind.

Los actually felt that the other person was somewhat pitiful and pathetic.

And it's not easy to refuse.

He said seriously, "Mr. John, please explain what happened. Only when I know can I solve the problem properly."

The people of the motherland looked at Los, and realized that only this younger generation dared to speak to him like that.

However, precisely because of this, the other person was the only one he could think of who might be able to solve his troubles.

The man hesitated for a moment before speaking, "After the last deal, Becca did agree to let me see my son Ryan, but getting along with him..."

"Not getting along?"

Los continued the conversation.

"Indeed."

The man nodded slightly, unable to hide his anger, and said, "It's one thing for Becca to give me the cold shoulder, but my own flesh and blood, my son Ryan, has also been somewhat hostile towards me lately!"

Los pondered for a moment and said, "May I hear how you, Mr. John, deal with your son?"

"I truly love Ryan! I love him!"

The man from the motherland shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "As for how to get along with him, now it's nothing more than teaching him how to kill people, or how to jump off the roof to learn to fly, just like when I was a kid."

Los: "..."

"What's wrong?" The Chinese man looked at the silent Los in surprise.

"I think I know how to solve the problem."

Los said with a slight headache, "However, Mr. John, you must follow my instructions throughout the day."

"Do I need to follow your instructions?"

The man's face instantly turned cold, like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. But the thought of his son opposing him quickly softened his expression.

He hesitated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "No problem, I'll listen to you."

That noon.

Inside a cabin in the secret community of Walter.

On the dining table, a sumptuous meal was steaming hot.

Becca, a young woman wearing a scarf, smiled and beckoned her son Ryan to sit in the dining chair, creating a warm and lovely family atmosphere.

But then the doorbell rang.

Like a rang bell from a horror movie, sharp and piercing!

Ryan's young face was pale, and he looked pitifully at his mother, Becca.

Becca's eyes also showed fear, but in front of her son, she still pretended to be calm and stepped forward to open the door.

As soon as the wooden door opened, she subconsciously took a step back, then quickly froze.

Outside the door.

The visitor was not one of the compatriots who had been frequently visiting in the past few days, but a handsome young man dressed in a black battle suit.

Los had removed the nano helmet, revealing a radiant smile. "Mrs. Becca."

Becca recognized the other person from the suit; it was none other than Black, a member of the Super Seven and a fellow countryman.

She hadn't expected the other person to be so young, almost like a minor, full of youthful energy.

Becca glanced back at her son and said softly, "We're having lunch. If you need anything, please tell me quickly."

"No rush, I'll talk to you after you finish eating."

Los didn't go inside; he just stood quietly outside the door, basking in the sun and waiting.

After lunch, Becca came to the door again, this time giving Los a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you."

Los took the bottled water and got straight to the point: "This afternoon, could I take Ryan to the amusement park?"

"Send him to the amusement park alone?" Becca subconsciously became wary.

"Don't worry, someone will accompany you." Los took a sip of water.

He seemed to know Becca's concerns and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Mrs. Becca. If we wanted to take Ryan away from you, we wouldn't need to make up any excuses."

Eight-year-old Ryan's eyes lit up with hope when he heard "amusement park." He ran up to her, tugged at her sleeve, and looked at Los outside the door.

Becca then realized that Ryan had been living in the house all along, leading a life that was no different from imprisonment.

In addition, what Los said is correct.

If the people of my homeland want to take Ryan away, no one in this world can stop them.

Becca quickly conceded, "Three hours."

"no problem."

Los readily agreed and took Ryan's little hand as they left the cabin.

just.

Half an hour later, Los returned alone and pushed open the door to go inside.

When Becca saw Los enter the room alone, she nearly collapsed, gripping the table and urgently asking, "Where's Ryan? What did you do to my son?"

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

Los walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and switched to a channel.

Becca opened her eyes wide, but she saw Ryan on the television screen.

Under the bright sunshine.

The amusement park was packed with people, and amidst laughter and chatter, Ryan played with a group of children his age.

In addition, the demonic figure draped in an American flag cape was also standing next to Ryan.

just.

The Chinese woman in front of the camera had a kind face as she gently lifted each child onto the carousel, including her son Ryan with her Chinese mother.

This time, Ryan took the initiative to reach out his hands to his compatriots, and the father and son briefly embraced.

"This is a variety show."

Los calmly said, "As the strongest superhuman, it's not that he doesn't know how to be a father that everyone else likes. It's just that some of his special experiences in his childhood, coupled with his excessively high expectations for Ryan, have led him to believe that he is the best father."

He looked at Becca, who was staring blankly, and continued, "Of course, I'm not trying to whitewash Mr. John. His many misdeeds may never be forgivable."

“But you should have a better way of dealing with him. It would be better for you and for Ryan’s future.”

After listening to what Los had to say.

Becca then watched Ryan on TV, sitting on the carousel at the amusement park with a happy smile.

She looked at Los again, then suddenly bowed deeply, her expression truly breathless.

"Young Godfather, please teach me."

"Just call me Los." Los sighed.

He really didn't want to be this godfather, and this godfather wasn't just for Ryan, but for all the older kids.

Los thought for a moment and said confidently:

“Mrs. Becca, if you trust me, all the problems will be solved in six months.”

051 Storm Frontline, Dog Training!

The next day, in the morning.

Water Group headquarters.

Los, as the second-generation Black, came to attend the temporary meeting convened by the Super Seven.

The people of the motherland, Queen Maeve, the locomotive, and the starlight were all seated.

Compared to previous meetings, the chair that was previously empty only had the Invisible Man in it, but now there is another empty chair.

Seeing this, Los shook his head slightly.

As everyone knows, it's difficult to gather seven living people for the Super Seven; it's a workplace hell.

Secretary Ashley, holding the documents, said to Yi Xing, "Due to public opinion, Deepsea has been temporarily relocated to Sandusky, Ohio. You all probably already know this, so I won't go into details."

Los glanced at it briefly.

What he found interesting was that each member of the hero team reacted differently.

The locomotive looked dejectedly at the empty seats left after Shenhai left.

Among the seven, he and Shenhai had the best relationship; they were practically brothers.

Of course, it was also because of Deepsea's departure that Locomotive was likely to become the bottom of the team.

Starlight, on the other hand, adopted a victorious posture, arms crossed, radiant with health, proudly raising her fair and slender neck.

She is now second in popularity among the team, a stark contrast to her previous status.

Los's gaze shifted to Queen Maeve.

The other person was looking down at the table, her beautiful face looking somewhat haggard, and her hair under her crown looking messy.

He was in a bad state and seemed distracted.

Los pondered to himself.

As the second most popular superhero in the team, Queen Maeve's popularity has been declining ever since the breakup rumors with her compatriot.

but.