He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Some time has passed since the eagle and the deep-sea creature lost contact.

Although similar situations had occurred in the past, Adana, as the head of the church, was now extremely uneasy.

They have managed to navigate between being superhuman and human, walking on thin ice to get to where they are today.

Adana is skilled at understanding people's hearts and minds, and his predictions of potential dangers are very accurate. He has great faith in his intuition.

Now, he had a vague feeling that something terrible was about to happen!

In any case, we can't just sit here and wait to die.

Adana retrieved a number from a hidden compartment in his study and dialed it using his landline.

On the other side.

Looking at the number on his phone, Storm Frontline hung up without hesitation and turned off the phone.

Snapped!

Adana angrily slammed down the phone, cursing, "Nazi bitch! Aren't you afraid of a fight to the death?"

There's a lot of dirt on the Nazis from the front lines, and I know she's an old Nazi who lived for over a hundred years, one of the first heroes to rise to power.

If the front lines of the storm come to shelter you, whatever the potential troubles may be, you'll be able to handle them easily.

But now.

Adana, no longer placing her hopes on others, quickly left the study.

Before receiving definite news from Eagle and Deep Sea, the church headquarters could no longer remain there and needed to leave to avoid the limelight.

Adana possessed considerable intelligence about the Water Group.

He suddenly remembered a place, a forbidden zone for ordinary people, but also an invisible sanctuary.

059 A Family Banquet in the Motherland

The sun sank below the horizon, and night fell.

Brooklyn, New York.

Los hovered a thousand meters above the city, overlooking it with a cool sea breeze.

With this super-wide field of view, the densely built and complex neighborhood appears in your mind like a 3D model.

The massive data stream obtained through superhuman insight is quickly identified and confirmed by the super brain.

Soon, Los found the location of the sect leader, Alastair Adana, in hiding.

He swooped down and flew over a sparsely populated, low-lying building.

Los hovered, glancing around briefly.

What comes into view are iron bars and electric grids, thickened reinforced concrete walls, and fully armed personnel on duty, making it look like a special private prison.

Los recalled that this place had also been described in the woman's last words after the headshot.

One of the Vought Group’s secret businesses is a superhuman mental hospital called the 'Sage’s Grove'.

That's right.

The name alone reveals the similarity between this mental hospital and Godotkin University's underground experimental base, 'The Forest'.

However, the underground experimental base of Gododkin University held superhuman students who had been injected with compound five when they were young.

The Sage's Forest here is where adult test subjects are injected with Compound V.

Compared to injections during infancy, injections of compound 5 in adulthood (not temporary) have an extremely high mortality rate and can lead to more severe physical and mental disabilities.

It's fair to say that this place is home to a group of killing monsters.

“He really knows how to hide in this place.”

Los's perspective reveals a ward inside the Sage's Grove, showing that Adana, having likely bribed security personnel, is imprisoning himself in the deepest room.

In a sense, this is indeed a very good shelter.

Pity.

"Cult leader, I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you."

Los estimated that it would be dinner time soon, and his eyes became hot and red.

He was still high above the city when, in the next moment, a scorching red light streaked across the night sky.

Unlike normal power, this time the two thermal beams, generated at extremely low power, almost merged into a single line, silently penetrating the wall.

At this moment.

The deepest part of the superhuman mental hospital.

Having confirmed that the cell door was locked, Adana, clutching the key, sat in the corner of the room, almost blending into the darkness.

He simply couldn't believe that anyone could come here and threaten his personal safety.

Adana was just breathing a sigh of relief when a beam of red light pierced through the cell ceiling and fell down.

Like the light of judgment, it struck the back of his head.

The old white man's body stiffened, unable to even utter a scream, his life force instantly severed, and he slumped backward against the wall.

Even from the surface of his body, there were almost no obvious external injuries, only that his brain had died.

To accomplish all of this.

Los remained a hundred meters above the night sky, never even stepping into the Sage's Grove territory.

Ordinary humans are just too fragile, or perhaps, superhuman strength is too great.

Even if they are still in the awakening stage.

No matter how cunning or adept you are at manipulating human nature, your fate is sealed by the power of illusion and deception.

When the gap between the two sides is too large, it is no different from crushing an ant, and the process is even simpler.

Los calmly withdrew his gaze from the dead Adana.

He's not a superhero, he doesn't have a no-kill policy, and killing this cult leader didn't stir any emotion in his heart.

If he had more time, Los would have chosen to dispose of Adana's body completely and take control of the Sage Grove.

As for the superhuman mental patients detained here, those who have not committed any evil deeds and are still salvageable are transferred to Gododkin University for treatment.

"Time's almost up. Let's finish dinner before we come back to clean up."

With that thought in mind, Los immediately flew towards the Water Secret Community.

A few minutes later.

Los, having changed into a set of casual clothes, got out of the taxi and rang the doorbell of the cabin as scheduled.

The door opened from the inside, and Becca looked at Los outside, and said gently:

“You’ve arrived, Mr. Los.”

"Good evening, Mrs. Becca." Los smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

"The Godfather!"

Hearing the door open, the little boy immediately ran out of the house with a lively trot.

After these days of outings and daily interactions, Ryan and Los have become quite familiar with each other.

Ross reached out and ruffled Ryan's hair, handing him the gift bag he was holding. "This is a gift for you."

He secretly marveled that he was the real master of time management.

In half an hour.

Not only did they go to the ocean to fry fish and take down the leader of the evil organization, but they also changed their clothes and brought gifts to this place.

"My brother! Godfather Ryan!"

As the American flag cape fluttered in the living room, the Chinese people greeted Los with smiles on their faces as they entered the house.

He spread his arms wide, deeply moved, and said, "I knew you would come. This family can't live without you!"

Los was speechless.

Didn't you repeatedly emphasize this in a frantic and demanding manner, even forcing me to come over?

Of course, he knew that too.

This is a Chinese person deliberately putting on an act in front of their son to show their humanity and brotherhood.

Fortunately, Los was also a master of acting, and immediately got into character by embracing his compatriots.

After the performance, it was time for dinner.

Under warm lighting.

People from our motherland are sitting on wooden chairs.

He looked at his son Ryan, who was sitting directly across from him at the table, and Becca and Los, who were sitting on either side of him.

A steaming, delicious meal sat on the table, a campfire burned quietly in the fireplace, and the fragrance of flowers and herbs wafted in from outside, filling the living room with a warm atmosphere.

The people of the motherland suddenly felt a little disoriented.

real or fake.

At this moment, this is exactly the kind of happiness he had always imagined for his family.

His wife, son, and brothers were all by his side.

I am not alone. The faint warmth of the campfire in the living room seems to dispel the long, dark nights and coldness of my childhood when I was alone in the laboratory.

He seemed to have everything, instead of just a small blanket that couldn't even cover his body!

He is God's chosen one, not an abandoned orphan!

The man wanted to laugh with relief, but instinct kept his facial muscles tense, revealing no emotion as he forcefully swallowed a piece of beef deep into his throat.

A sudden, hopeful thought popped into his head.

If only my father could be there and say something approving of me.

As the countryman ate, he looked at Los beside him and calmly spoke:

"The Black Robe Inspection Team seems to be up to something lately, so be careful."

Becca stopped cutting her knife and fork.

The black robes—aren't they the anti-hero organization founded by her husband?

The people of the motherland pursed their lips slightly.

He didn't know why he suddenly brought this up.

It's just that by bringing up serious topics like this, I can make myself seem more like a leader, a mature and stable father, rather than a child who needs comfort from others.

Los nodded to his compatriots and smiled:

"It doesn't matter anyway, Mr. John, because we are invincible."

“Invincible.” Little Ryan’s eyes lit up. He looked at his biological father, his ancestor, and then at his godfather, Los.

The people of the motherland stared in awe at Los, who was full of confidence and vigor.

Los.

Why is it that you always manage to say the words I need most at the most opportune time?

He finally couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes slightly moist, and he looked up at the bright light, smiling from the bottom of his heart:

"Yes, we are invincible."

060 We are invincible.

After dinner.

Becca was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Ryan had already opened the gift box and was playing around with the Polaroid camera that Ross had given him.

The wooden house had its doors wide open.