He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

You're still alive?

“I’m not that easy to kill,” the butcher replied in a deep voice. “My countrymen dumped me in a remote western town, and it took me a long time to get back to New York.”

He didn't want to go into details about why his countrymen had let him off the hook.

The mother muttered, "Last time, we should have listened to the hacker Iron Man instead of going head-to-head with the second-generation Black."

The butcher frowned.

“Butter, your hand?”

Franky suddenly looked at the butcher's right hand in surprise.

The other two also noticed.

The butcher's right hand, which had been severed by the second-generation black-haired man, now appeared to be intact, wearing a glove, with the fingers inside seemingly wriggling.

"The additional effects, or rather the drawbacks, of the temporary compound No. 5."

The butcher glossed over the question with a single sentence, then looked at the three silent men and asked, "What's been going on lately?"

Breast milk casually replied, "One bad news, one good news."

Hughie glanced at the breast milk and Frankie, then continued the conversation:

"The bad news is that your old flame, Susan, the CIA deputy director, was shot in the head by a mysterious force while exchanging intelligence with us."

"As for the good news..."

He paused for a moment, then said with barely concealed excitement, "Using the information provided by the hacker Iron Man, we successfully located the former president of the Vought Group."

"The other party is willing to publicly expose the Vought Group's misuse of Compound V at the hearing on our behalf!"

"Oh, really?"

The butcher frowned, showing no excessive joy.

Because his team was nearly wiped out last time, he felt that his prestige in the Black Robe Police Team had been significantly diminished, while the prestige of the hacker Iron Man was growing day by day.

054. Views on choosing a partner: A woman who gets her head blown off.

Waldorf Hotel, New York.

Inside the grand and opulent main hall, men were dressed in suits and ties, and women in evening gowns, with luxury watches and jewelry constantly glittering.

The hotel's dome, several meters high, is adorned with dazzling crystal chandeliers, and expensive carpets cover the floors.

Jordan, dressed in a white androgynous suit, exuded an air of sophistication with her poker face concealing her inner emotions.

She explained to Los, who was standing next to her:

"This is a high-profile social event. Only the very wealthy and powerful can get in. No one who is not a member of parliament or a billionaire is qualified to get a ticket."

"It looks alright, I guess."

Los looked around and said casually.

When you were soaring above the Carmen Line last night, looking down at the world and chasing the sun, those so-called high-class people couldn't be much higher anymore.

Jordan glanced sideways at Los, who was dressed in a brand-new black suit and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Her thick, black hair was waxed.

The young man had a handsome face and a touch of boyish charm.

He is tall and slender, with powerful muscles that are not bulky, which perfectly support his suit.

Her bright eyes exuded confidence and charisma, and her appearance and temperament were far superior to those of the high-ranking members of parliament or the wealthy billionaires present.

Even if he wasn't wearing a designer suit, his appearance alone would still make him the most outstanding person around.

Moreover, my roommate not only has superpowers, but also the ability to make money.

"I really envy that wicked woman Kate."

Jordan sighed, put on his cool, aloof poker face, and suddenly reached out to take Los's arm.

"What?" Los glanced at her.

Jordan said seriously, "Boss, don't forget, you came here as my date. I've worked so hard for the company for so long, so let me show off a little today."

She has noticed that many socialites, female politicians, and tycoons are casting envious glances at her.

Los shook his head to himself.

Jordan suddenly asked curiously, "Boss, while you were in the Super Seven, didn't you get any attention from other women?"

She blinked and continued gossiping:

“Tell me the truth, I won’t tell Kate.”

"No, I don't think so," Los said after a moment's thought.

Queen Maeve often sought him out for drinks late at night.

While pleading for guidance, Xingguang wanted to stay at his house and perform her special eye-lighting trick.

In addition, Kimiko was also taken in as a stray dog.

There are no women here.

At least, Los didn't see them as truly attractive women.

Perhaps it is because of his continuously awakening and growing superhuman power that his standards for his other half are constantly rising.

Kate was just a secretary; she didn't inspire Los's desire to have children.

If things continue like this, the Black Robe World will probably never find a suitable partner.

Los thought to himself.

But at this moment...

A small commotion suddenly erupted in the main hall.

Los and Jordan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a live interview with popular hero Starlight playing on the television screen in the hotel lobby.

In front of the camera.

Starlight wore her debut platinum cape battle suit, her golden curly hair swaying slightly, dazzling and captivating.

She was surrounded by countless fans in New York, walking on a bridge, her figure like a broken wall. "I'll say it again, my ideal type is a heroic black-clad man!"

The reporter hosting the event was also taken aback and quickly asked, "Did you express your feelings to him?"

After a moment's hesitation, Xingguang said, "Yes, but unfortunately they were all rejected."

She smiled slightly and said firmly, "But I will strive to become an even better hero and gain his recognition in the future!"

Los remained unfazed, watching Starlight boldly profess her love in front of the camera, perfectly portraying the shyness and sweetness of a young woman in the throes of first love.

It was probably the addition of the Storm Frontline that made Starlight feel a certain sense of crisis, so she chose to use scandals to increase her popularity.

"BOSS".

Jordan laughed and shook Los's arm. "I really want to show off in front of America's rising sweetheart, super rookie hero, Starlight!"

She lived with Ross, that's something to brag about for a lifetime!

Los said dismissively, "It's all an act, just a pretense."

"Really?" Jordan looked at the TV screen, her face flushed with a faint blush.

She doesn't seem to be just an actress at all.

That's normal, after all, my roommate is just too outstanding.

Jordan smiled.

It's a pity. If Starlight's criteria for choosing a partner is really Los, then she'll probably end up alone forever.

Suddenly, an emergency news report interrupted the television broadcast, causing the upper-class people who were having a normal conversation to gasp for breath.

Los and Jordan were also drawn to the attention.

On television news: "Just ten minutes ago, a terrorist attack occurred at a hearing at New York City Hall!"

"More than 20 people were killed in the shooting, including judges, officials, lawyers, heroes, celebrities, and even former CEO of the Vought Group, Jonah Vogelbaum!"

"Although the perpetrator cannot be identified at present, it is certain that it was the work of a superhuman!"

In the footage from the scene of the emergency news.

Although the interior of the city hall was blurred out, the scene was still bloody, with headless corpses lying in pools of blood everywhere!

嘔！

Many of the upper-class diners who were still there vomited on the spot, and an atmosphere of fear spread throughout the hall.

Jordan also hugged Los's arm tightly, as if he could gain a greater sense of security from it.

Los put his arm around Jordan's shoulder and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy at this high-profile social event.

"Everyone, don't panic!"

Accompanied by a deep, powerful voice.

A middle-aged woman in a dark green suit strode briskly into the hotel lobby.

She exuded an aura of authority, possessing great power and credibility, instantly drawing the attention of everyone at the banquet.

"Victoria Newman".

Jordan lowered his voice and said to Los, "She is a member of parliament, an outstanding politician, who has recently gained significant political standing due to her opposition to superhumans. She is the main character of tonight's banquet."

She added, "It was also she who sent the banquet invitation to our Steel Body Industry."

"I see."

Los smiled slightly and continued watching Newman's performance.

"Ladies and gentlemen! You all saw it just now, didn't you!"

Newman waved his hand angrily and said, "Now that Superhumans are so blatantly taking action in the City Hall, which symbolizes justice and equality, are we just going to sit idly by?"

"If I were to become vice president, I would definitely push hard for laws to restrain superhumans!"

"Something's not right." Jordan looked at Newman from a distance, a strange expression creeping onto his face.

“What did you see?” Los asked.

"It feels like too much of a coincidence."

Jordan looked at Newman, who was speaking righteously, and then looked at the news on the television screen.

She pondered, "There was just a superhuman terrorist attack at the city hall, and she's already giving a targeted political speech. Isn't that too much of a coincidence?"

"Your intuition is correct."

Los said calmly, "She is Edgar's adopted daughter, the president of the Vought Group, and has the ability to control blood."

"You mean, she seems to oppose superhumans, but in reality, she's one of them?"

Jordan's eyes widened in astonishment, but he quickly realized, "Wait, the ability to control blood? Could it be related to the headshot terrorist attack at City Hall...?"

"That's right."

Los nodded and looked at Newman, saying, "She did it."

He understood everything the moment the incident occurred.

055 People who don't handle stress

When Jordan found out.

The killer who recently struck fear into the hearts of the entire city of New York, using superpowers to carry out a series of terrorist attacks and blow off the heads of dozens of people.

At this moment, she appeared before him in a dignified manner, dressed as a glamorous and respected female councilor, and even righteously criticized the superhuman terrorist attack.

One moment he used his superpowers to massacre the city hall, the next he turned around and campaigned for votes.

Jordan suddenly felt a chill run through his body, and goosebumps stood on end.