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He suddenly looked at Los in astonishment.

Did Xuanse just speak?

At this moment.

The black-robed squad also looked at the dark-skinned figure who had arrived in a panic.

The memory of the last 'total annihilation' is still fresh, and many members suffer from chromophobia.

Franky subconsciously touched his recovered legs, his body still bearing the lingering phantom pain of the explosion.

Hughie also felt a sudden weakness in his lower body, with a persistent burning sensation, even though his pubic hair hadn't fully grown in yet.

The mother was sweating profusely and was already thinking of calling for help.

Only the butcher in the black robes squinted, his gaze fixed intently on the ever-approaching Los.

He quietly raised his left hand, and with the writhing of dark tentacles, they transformed into sharp, tentacle-like spikes that surrounded Los!

A whooshing sound cut through the air.

Los calmly watched the guillotine-sweeping hand sweep over him.

Looking through the eye, you can clearly see that the source of these tentacles is a tumor inside the butcher's brain.

It must be a side effect of the temporary compound 5 that caused the brain tumor to become active and even develop its own intelligence.

Is this because she thinks she's capable and wants to put him to the test?

Los didn't stop; his right hand reached for the saber.

Unexpectedly, before the tentacles even reached them, they receded like the tide!

This scene caused the butcher's pupils to contract violently.

Although the brain tumor tentacles possess their own life force, they still obey their own control. Unexpectedly, when facing Xuanse this time, they didn't even dare to launch a probing attack.

Boom!

The red-hot, twisted iron door, manipulated by the patient Cindy's powerful telekinesis, was smashed towards the members of the Black Robe Inspection Team!

The members in black robes scattered and fled, while the iron gate continued to advance, crashing down on Los and the Lamplighter.

The lamplighter tried to dodge, but saw Los draw his saber and cleanly cleave the iron gate in two.

"She handed it over to me."

Los looked at Cindy, who was attacking indiscriminately, and said to the Lamplighter who was standing there in a daze, "Can you handle the other two patients?"

The man who lit the lamp gritted his teeth and agreed, "No problem."

Wearing a dark-colored nano-metal suit, Los was walking toward the patient Cindy when he suddenly heard a faint sound of a cloak fluttering a few hundred meters to his left.

The sound was very soft, and the distance was extremely far.

Neither the lamplighters, the black-robed police, nor even the superhuman patients noticed.

Los glanced at the figure and spotted it hidden in a tall building in the distance.

That's right, it's the front line of the storm.

The other party was clearly not there to suppress the unrest in the Sage Tree thicket, nor was it targeting the Black Robe Police Force.

Los quickly thought it over and guessed that Stormfront probably wanted to observe his strength through this turmoil involving superhuman patients.

Superman's strength shouldn't be displayed too much.

Then-

Use the first stage, the superhuman state.

Los made a judgment and immediately picked up three pieces of metal from the ground and threw them at Cindy!

Cindy raised her right hand, and the three metal fragments stopped about a meter in front of her.

Los snapped his fingers lightly.

The restructuring was already complete.

Bang!

Two of the metal fragments exploded like gunpowder, flames surging forth!

Taking advantage of the billowing smoke, Los charged toward the center of the flames with a knife at several times the speed of a human.

The blast of flames and explosions stopped just outside Cindy's outstretched arms!

The figure in black, wielding a knife, was also blocked several meters away by the overwhelming mental force.

Cindy's hands were loosely clenched.

It was as if a giant, invisible hand was squeezing the black suit tightly, causing it to shrink slightly, but not shatter like the armored personnel.

It's a bit hard.

A flicker of emotion finally appeared in Cindy's indifferent eyes.

She used her telekinesis to control Los with one hand, and with her right hand, she grabbed and smashed a medical vehicle down onto Los!

To accomplish all of this.

Cindy breathed a slight sigh of relief, only to see a piece of metal roll down at her feet.

She suddenly realized that the other party had thrown three pieces of metal, but only two of them had detonated.

Boom!

The metal block suddenly exploded, throwing Cindy backward, leaving her no time to make a gesture to capture the object from a distance.

But it should be okay.

After all, the other party was still trapped under the vehicle.

Cindy's gaze swept over the medical van, only to be shocked to find the vehicle shattered like glass on the ground.

The young man's figure, once again concealed by the surging waves, arrived before him.

The sharp, black military knife swung down, two strikes!

Before Cindy could use her telekinesis, both her hands were severed, and she fell to the ground.

"It's over."

Several hundred meters away, on a tall building.

The black cloak rustled as the Stormfront turned its gaze away from Los and Cindy.

Her alluring eyes gleamed as she silently analyzed the situation:

"It can transform matter, turning objects into gunpowder for explosion, or it can degrade vehicles into shattered glass."

"His speed and physique are several times that of ordinary people, falling into the category of normal superhumans."

"His combat skills and experience are excellent, even more so than the former hero, Lamplighter."

In the end, Stormfront's dark lips curled up into a wide smile, and she looked very happy.

pity.

It seems that the other party has no chance of winning against her.

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"In that case, you won't be able to use your telekinesis anymore."

Los held the knife and stared at Cindy, the patient lying on the ground.

Telekinesis is a good ability, but it needs to be activated by a forward hand gesture, which is a major drawback.

If you use superhuman strength, the opponent won't even have time to release their telekinesis.

But at this moment...

laugh--!

Accompanied by a flash of pale blue light, a powerful electromagnetic pulse swept towards Los, enveloping his dark-colored battle suit.

"The Lamplighter?"

Los glanced at the lamplighter not far away.

One of the male patients had already been burned to death. The lamplighter, covered in sweat, said, "I'm sorry, I'll take care of it right away!"

He had barely finished speaking.

puff!

A jet-black blade pierced the air, striking the patient's right palm as he attempted to continue his electromagnetic pulse attack!

"what!"

The patient screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his arms.

"There's no need for that."

Under the stunned gaze of the Lamplighter, Los stepped forward, drew his general's sword, and said softly.

He looked around. The black-robed police team had already run far away, and the Storm Frontline had long since disappeared from the high-rise buildings.

It's because the other side ran faster.

Los looked at the lamplighter and said:

"Clean up the mess, and then send a report to the Water Group headquarters."

The lamplighter felt a little ashamed, after all, he had promised to take care of two young patients, so he immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay."

The surviving patients were taken back to the solitary confinement cell.

The lamplighter lit a lighter, and the intense heat burned the corpses and blood in the corridor, clearing a passageway.

The two men inspected a claustrophobic cell at the back.

"What is this?"

The lamplighter opened the iron gate and stared blankly at the body of Adana, the cult leader who had died inside at some unknown time.

Los shrugged. "Who cares? Let's just burn it all. You don't want to write a bunch of extra reports, do you?"

"Alright."

The lamplighter readily agreed because Los's demonstrated strength was convincing enough.

He lit the lighter again, as if the flames were enough to burn away evil.

Ashes drifted through the grove of the Sage Trees.

The lamplighter stared blankly into the empty corridor and sent a temporary report to the headquarters of the Vought Group.

After completing the suppression and cleanup work, the two walked towards the door.

The Lamplighter politely addressed Los beside him, "I am the Lamplighter. I don't know how to address you?"

“New Black, you can also call me Los.”

Los stopped at the doorway and turned to look at the man in the moonlight. He was only fifty years old, but his hair was already white, like a lamplighter in his old age.

He casually remarked, "As far as I know, you were once a member of the Super Seven, a former superhero."

The spot where the starlight replaced was originally for the person who lit the lamp.

"What kind of hero am I?" The Lamplighter gave a bitter laugh, his weathered eyes dimming.

Because they were once part of the Super Seven, and because they were the experimental subjects who failed to be burned here.

The more this fire burns, the further we get from heroes.

The accumulated sins were like the ashes of the grove of sages, impossible to remove no matter how hard he tried, leaving him feeling suffocated.

How can this sin be burned away completely?

The Lamplighter looked wearily at Los, realizing that the other was also a member of the Super Seven, and quickly said apologetically:

"Of course, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just too tired..."

"It's alright, you don't need to apologize."