He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Los's eyes flickered after reading the message.

Kate did a good job; it's clear she's growing, and she quickly uncovered the cult that was secretly investigating her.

"I see."

With a simple reply, Los opened Jordan's message.

Jordan: "So tired, so tired, so tired..."

"Damn it, I'm going to bite you to death, BOSS!"

A whole bunch of complaints from my roommates, almost gritting their teeth.

Los was well aware that the other party had made invaluable contributions to the progress of the Steel Body Industry.

After all, apart from the automated machinery in the factory, she is currently the only person in the entire company.

Los was completely hands-off, only providing technical support.

After playing continuously, Jordan's cool and aloof poker face was clearly being worn out.

Besides complaining, my roommate sent me a final message.

Jordan: "Boss, tomorrow I'm representing Steel Body Industries at a high-end social event in New York. You absolutely have to come with me!"

Generally speaking, Jordan would not force Los to attend banquets with her.

Unless, of course, she believes she cannot control those cunning politicians or Wall Street capital on her own.

The rapid rise of the steel industry and its cutting-edge technology are bound to attract attention, and Tony Stark's Mark armor has also encountered a similar situation.

Los replied to Jordan, agreeing.

He went alone to the garden on the first floor, gazing at the deepening night. The sky seemed obscured by a storm, dark clouds looming overhead.

Los's mind flashed through the Super Seven's inner workings and the Stormfront launched by the Vought Group's top management.

Cults, churches, and politicians and businessmen who openly control empires are hidden beneath the surface of the world's undercurrents.

A storm is brewing.

Los suddenly smiled.

If this is something that cannot be avoided by controlling the world, then let the storm rage on!

Los closed his eyes, and the bio-force field on his body intertwined like magnetic energy. The night wind stopped, and the surrounding gravel and dust began to float slowly upwards.

In the next instant, a strong gust of wind swept outwards!

"Ugh?"

Inside the living room.

Kimiko, who was curled up sleeping on the carpet, was startled awake. She got up with a start and looked blankly in the direction of the first-floor terrace.

There was no one outside.

Above the New York night sky.

Los continued to accelerate upwards.

As his superhuman strength continued to surge and erupt, he quickly broke the sound barrier, soaring through layers of clouds and leaving the howling wind far behind.

The bustling city of New York below seemed tiny, and the starry sky above seemed within reach!

Keep going up, soar into the sky!

Despite having tried many times before, this was Los's first flight.

There was no fear; this confidence came from a body of steel.

As the flight altitude continued to climb.

Los felt his blood boiling, his heart pounding like an energy engine, or like an ancient war drum resounding, as if he was born to soar above the sky.

It seems that I was born to fly!

Kryptonians' racial instincts!

After easily breaking the sound barrier on his first takeoff, Los became increasingly skilled and increased his speed by two or three times, reaching the top of the clouds!

Twenty kilometers above the ground, in the stratosphere.

This is an altitude that even ordinary passenger planes wouldn't climb to; the air is thin.

Below my eyes was an incredibly pure deep blue and dark expanse, and the sun, which had set at night, reappeared before me.

The golden sunlight shone through without obstruction.

Los spread his arms, his whole body greedily bathed in the golden sunlight, his skin edged with gold, and the world beneath him presented a blue arc.

053 My god-like roommate

Los floated above the clouds.

In the stratosphere, there are few sounds, only the faint sound of the wind.

certainly.

Los was certain that if his super hearing continued to grow, one day he might be able to stand at that height and monitor the entire city of New York, the Empire, and even the world.

He looked around, bathed in the significantly enhanced yellow sunlight, and was deeply shocked.

Super flight, an extraordinary sense of realism that neither super strength nor a body of steel can match.

Without relying on any technological equipment, one can truly reach and levitate high in the sky, looking down at the arc of the blue planet.

At this moment, Los truly felt the arrogance and disdain of his countrymen.

This is true supremacy, above and below heaven and earth.

Los simply tore his shirt to shreds, leaving him only in a pair of shorts, and he floated high in the air, his perfectly sculpted muscles gleaming bronze in the sunlight.

But at this moment...

As the sun, shaped like a fireball, sank below the horizon, shadows once again loomed over the stratosphere.

Los relaxed briefly, and his brain, like a supercomputer, quickly became active.

"My initial awakened flight speed should be around Mach 3, which is slightly faster than modern mainstream fighter jets."

As Los watched the sun about to disappear below the horizon, he subconsciously took a deep breath, held it, and continued flying into the dark and silent deep space!

His intuition told him that as long as there was sunlight, he could survive even without oxygen and food, and even maintain his physical peak condition.

However, as a natural human habit, Los held his breath at this moment.

As the altitude continues to rise.

The sky brightened again, and golden sunlight once more shimmered and intertwined high in the sky.

Los showed no sign of stopping, accelerating to its maximum speed and continuing to fly upwards!

The oxygen was getting thinner and thinner, and the sound of the wind began to stop.

The solar radiation continued to intensify, and the extremely high temperature even caused a scorching heat wave to swirl around Los's body.

If it weren't for the biofield covering them, their clothes would have burned to ashes long ago.

One minute later.

Los's speed slowed down, and the magnificent Earth beneath him shimmered with a faint blue glow.

He finally stopped, hovering on the edge of the dark space, staring directly at the sun in the distance, which was shining with a piercing white light.

This is the airspace 100 kilometers above the ground, the Kármán line.

An altitude that even fighter jets cannot reach, an oxygen-free and silent void.

This place is a forbidden zone for humans, with temperatures ranging from tens of degrees below zero to hundreds or thousands of degrees Celsius.

Los believes that the Carmen Line is a limit that even the Chinese people would not easily break through, an absolute height that no superhuman in this black-robed world can surpass!

He looked out into the far reaches of deep space, where, theoretically, if he reached a solar-synchronous orbit, he could be exposed to the sun all day long.

There is no need for that at the moment, as there are certain risks involved in being in outer space.

Los swooped down, back below the Carmen line, and began to chase the shifting sun.

With superhuman strength, he broke free from the constraints of gravity, closed his eyes as if in a deep sleep, and quietly basked in the sunlight, letting himself float like an artificial satellite.

Los felt.

The current state is like the body constantly engaging in anaerobic exercise, maintaining a peak state without fatigue, and falling into a state of stagnation.

After officially awakening to flight, pass tonight's test.

Los thought that sleeping at high altitudes occasionally in the future might not be bad, as he could get a few more hours of sunshine every day.

Above the stratosphere and below the Kármán line, the airspace is also quiet and undisturbed by anything.

"I won't need half a year, maybe within three months, I can become the strongest in the world."

Los thought this and fell asleep high in the air.

The next day, morning.

Manhattan, New York City.

Steel Industry, employee dormitory apartments.

The alarm clock rang precisely at eight o'clock.

Jordan, the only employee living here, woke up in bed.

She covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, opened her sleepy eyes, and stared blankly at Los's reply from last night on her phone.

Jordan suddenly began grinding his white teeth together forcefully.

That guy must still be sleeping in right now!

Jordan quickly got out of bed, stretched her petite frame, and retaliated by making a wake-up call to Los.

Just then, a phone rang outside the window.

Jordan paused for a moment, then stepped forward and pulled back the curtains, revealing a familiar young man standing outside.

Wait a minute, this is the fifth floor!

Jordan, in her female form, pushed the window open.

She stared blankly at the black-haired youth who was floating under the azure sky outside, his bare upper body bathed in the sunlight, his perfectly sculpted muscles glowing, without any technological assistance.

"What? Didn't you call me here?"

With his flight skills becoming increasingly proficient, Los calmly watched Jordan from mid-air.

“Loss, you…”

Jordan opened his mouth, but ultimately shook his head and didn't say anything more.

She had become accustomed to her roommate's various extraordinary changes.

But this time, Jordan felt he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

now.

The young man, suspended in mid-air under the sun, was almost like a god.

Jordan stopped talking because he felt that if he said that, he would be distancing himself from his roommate.

So she smiled and scolded, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt? Have you been assimilated into scum by the Super Seven?"

At the same time.

A basement in New York.

The butcher raised his left hand and pushed the iron door open, illuminating the basement with the light from outside.

At this moment, hidden in the basement are the black-robed police team: Breast Milk, Frankie, and Hughie.

They were stunned when they saw the butcher walk into the basement.

"Butcher?"

“Bulter!”