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The countryman and Los sat side by side on chairs in the courtyard outside the gate, each holding a milk and a cola, enjoying the gentle breeze in the quiet night.

That night, the Chinese people were really happy and chatted with Los for a long, long time.

But it's mostly about Vought Group headquarters and the future plans of the Super Seven.

He never mentions his personal private life or even his childhood.

At this moment, it was as if he had truly forgotten the darkness and cruelty he had suffered in his childhood, and was basking in the cool, bright moonlight, making peace with the world.

Los listened patiently to his compatriots' story, offering his own insights when appropriate.

For example, now that the bill allowing superhumans to serve in the military has been passed, there is no longer a need to create large numbers of superhuman terrorists using Compound V.

Ashley is quite capable; she could be recommended for the position of vice president.

As for the deep sea, it doesn't matter, just forget about it...

The people of our motherland nodded in agreement, but it's unclear whether they actually listened.

certainly.

If the other members of the Super Seven were to see this, they would be utterly astonished.

It is already an incredible thing that the people of our motherland, who have always been dictatorial, are willing to listen to opinions. It can be called a miracle.

We chatted until late at night.

The Chinese man suddenly received a message from the headquarters of the Vought Group and said to Los, who was standing next to him:

"There seems to be something wrong with the Sage's Grove; monitoring has been interrupted."

A grove of wise men?

Los pondered to himself, "Could it be that the body of the cult leader Adana has been discovered?"

No, that doesn't make sense. How could a dead body cause the monitoring to be interrupted? It's more like another force broke into that mental hospital.

Los suggested, "I'm almost home anyway, let's take care of it while we're at it."

The people of the motherland readily agreed: "If you are willing to go, that would be wonderful."

He originally wanted to send the woman from the Storm Front, but Los was clearly more trustworthy and reliable.

Los was about to leave when, seemingly remembering something, he asked his compatriots:

"Mr. John, besides this battle suit, don't you like to wear some more casual clothes?"

This dinner party tonight.

Even Los had changed into casual clothes, but the man in the house, a native of the country, was still wearing his iconic national flag cape and battle suit.

The Chinese man was silent for a moment, glanced down at his tight-fitting combat suit, and finally smiled and said, "I... I'm used to it. Is there a problem?"

"It's nothing."

Los shook his head and turned to leave.

In his view, the people of the motherland are still the people of the motherland, and nothing has changed.

Los wouldn't be fooled by the other person's fleeting display of tenderness; after all, his countrymen were so extreme that they even deceived themselves.

Despite her deep longing to be loved, she couldn't shed her patriotic facade in front of her own son.

He seemed afraid that once he shed his image as a native of his homeland, everything would leave him.

just.

It is precisely this fear and pretense that allows him to exist forever as a superior ancestor, using absolute power and intimidation to obtain false fame, fortune, and kinship.

The higher you fly, the farther you are from the ground.

But if you don't fly, you'll fall and be shattered to pieces, losing everything.

The existence of the ancestor was not determined by himself, but was arranged by the Vought Group from the very beginning.

Even their own human flaws and desire to be loved are masterpieces meticulously crafted by the Vought Group for the purpose of creating a world of dictatorship.

There is always something hateful about a pitiful person.

"Fatherlanders, perhaps one day when you lose everything, fall from the high altar of New York, lose so badly that you can't recover, and face death, you will become the real John again."

Los thought to himself as he left the Water Secret Community alone.

So that our countrymen won't have to watch from afar.

He flagged down a car on the road and hurried toward the Sage's Grove.

On the bus.

Los turned on his smartwatch and discovered that he had received a lot of messages.

Breast milk: "Iron Man, are you there? Please reply if you receive this!"

"We've found evidence that the Vought Group is manufacturing superhumans at a mental hospital in Brooklyn!"

"I feel I have to tell you that the butcher has decided to break into the mental hospital at night."

Los extinguished the faint light on his watch.

Sure enough, the anomaly at the Sage's Grove was caused by the Black Robe Inspection Team.

Unfortunately, the cult leader's body was still in the prison cell.

The Black Robe Police Force is now the perfect scapegoat organization; whatever happens, just pin it on them, since in the eyes of the world they are just desperate criminals.

Barefoot people aren't afraid of those wearing shoes.

A single arrest warrant is a gross underestimation of the Black Robe.

At the same time.

Within the grove of wise men.

The surveillance cameras were destroyed, the scene was chaotic, and the bodies of the armed men lay scattered haphazardly in the corridor of the mental hospital.

Lightning crackled and flashed as the lights continued to flicker.

One could see writhing black tentacles flying through the corridor, splattering blood, tearing through flesh, and pulling the ferocious tentacles out of the armed personnel's pierced bodies.

These black tentacles, which seem to have their own life, originated from the severed right hand of the burly man with thick cheeks!

This scene is so sanity-inducing.

The Lamplighter, a former member of the Super Seven who guarded the Sage's Jungle for the Twelve Group, was stunned.

Even the other members of the Black Robe Police Force, including Frankie, Hughie, and Breast Milk, were quite astonished.

“Butter, what is this?” Hughie stared in disbelief.

He knew that the butcher hadn't been injected with the temporary compound 5 today.

After all, injecting too much of that stuff not only shortens lifespan but also has a series of side effects.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

The butcher held the removed leather glove in his right hand, while his left hand seemed to be manipulating the tentacle to retract.

These tentacles, resembling large black earthworms, struggled restlessly and, in their frantic thrashing, managed to open several locked, special cells.

Inside one of the solitary confinement rooms.

Tap tap.

With the sound of light footsteps.

A bald, middle-aged white woman, wearing a mouth restraint to prevent biting, walked barefoot out of the darkness, ignoring a stray dog ​​on the ground.

Seeing the superhuman patient emerge from the prison cell, the Lamplighter felt as if he were seeing a freed cannibalistic beast, and he trembled with fear.

He growled angrily at the butcher and his men, "Damn it, do you know what you've done?!"

The black-robed squad also keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The middle-aged female patient in front of them gave them a feeling of their scalp tingling.

"Help……"

In a pool of blood in the corridor, a security guard, nearly dead from a stab wound to the chest, struggles to call for help.

The patient, Cindy, merely glanced at him indifferently.

The next moment.

The security guard lying on the ground was crushed into blood and gore by an immense force from a distance!

"run!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

The former hero who guarded the Sage's Grove, the black-robed disciplinary team that broke in, and two other patients imprisoned in solitary confinement—all three parties simultaneously and frantically fled out!

In the corridor where the light and shadow are inconsistent.

As patient Cindy walks barefoot, corpses are crushed into dust from a distance, and blood stains the mental hospital red, marking the start of a massive massacre.

061 The strongest black color, storm spying

In the dead of night, screams echoed continuously from the grove of wise men.

Light bulbs and iron gates were shattered and twisted by an invisible, terrifying force, and corpses turned into dust, turning this place into a veritable hell on earth!

"Run!"

The members of the Black Robe Inspection Team, the two superhuman patients, and the lamplighter guarding the place all escaped from the hospital entrance.

The former hero, the lamplighter, walked at the back, and without forgetting to close the iron gate, he lit the lighter in his hand, and a ball of flame immediately shot out from his right hand!

The flames heated the closed iron door until it glowed red-hot, welding it firmly to the wall.

The lamplighter did not stop; he stared fearfully at the dark and silent mental hospital, backing away step by step.

He took a few steps back.

The red-hot iron gate was torn apart out of thin air by a terrifying inner force, and a blood-stained, barefoot woman stepped out, like a witch from hell.

"Fake!"

The lamplighter cursed under his breath. It was one thing for those guys to break into the Sage's Grove, but they even released the most troublesome patient imprisoned there.

Cindy, a well-known patient, possesses the ability of telekinesis!

As for the other two patients who escaped with them, one can use electromagnetic pulses, and the other possesses superhuman strength.

Although it was also quite tricky, it was nowhere near the level of Cindy!

Watching Cindy emerge from the Sage's Grove.

The lamplighter quickly turned around, intending to continue his escape, but found that the black-robed squad had all stopped in front of him.

They seemed to have encountered something even more terrifying than Cindy.

As night fell, a dark figure approached.

"It's dangerous here, don't come near!"

The lamplighter stepped forward to remind him, but quickly froze.

The dark armor blended perfectly with the night, and the newcomer moved with the lightness of a ghost, making no sound, and wore a distinctive black military knife.

The Super Seven, Black?

The Lamplighter has been guarding the Sage's Grove, a unique assignment from the Vought Group, unaware that the Dark One has been replaced.

Thinking it was an old teammate, he continued to remind him, "Xuanse, several superhuman patients have escaped!"

Los glanced at the lamplighter and replied:

"I understand, I came here specifically to handle this."

"Are you alone?"

The person lighting the lamp had a furrowed brow.

This level of superhuman disease requires suppression by heroes of the caliber of the Homeland or Queen Maeve.

and many more.