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"This isn't the only incident, is it?"

Los took the drink from the locomotive and said calmly.

"Yes." The locomotive driver stroked his personal metal chair, but didn't sit down, saying bitterly:

"Due to an overdose of Compound 5, I have developed some heart problems and may have to leave The Seven soon."

Actually, there are more than just these.

In recent days, racist Blue Hawk has been wreaking havoc in the Black community with his superpowers, crippling his brother's legs.

When innocent relatives suffer calamity and there is nowhere to seek justice.

The locomotive truly felt the pain and anger, as well as the guilt towards those it had hurt, although this realization may have come too late.

thump.

Los raised his drink and suddenly clinked it against the one in the locomotive's hand, as if toasting.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations, locomotive."

"Congratulations to me?"

The locomotive was puzzled, but it didn't sense much mockery from Los.

Los said softly, "Yes, I want to congratulate you."

Dude, you've finally slowed down.

064 My Fatherland: What Will My End Be Like?

Inside the Super Seven's meeting room.

After toasting with Los.

The locomotive sipped its iced drink, clutching its now-calmed chest, seemingly reflecting on its own misfortunes.

He looked at the empty main seat in the conference room, and at Stormfront, which was also nowhere to be seen.

Today, Queen Maeve took leave, and he, Xuanse, and Xingguang, who were on duty, all came to the headquarters of the Vought Group.

All that's missing are people from the motherland and those on the front lines of the storm.

Although the two are a team, they have been getting too close lately.

Thinking of this, the locomotive looked around and lowered his voice, saying:

"Buddy, you need to be careful. That arrogant new woman might rise to power very soon."

On her very first day on the front lines, Stormfront got into a conflict with Los, who was in black, a fact known to all the other members of the group.

"Ignore her."

Los didn't care about this.

His confidence stemmed from the fact that he had been continuously absorbing the radiation of the yellow sun day and night for the past two weeks, which awakened and enhanced his superhuman strength.

Now, his super vision can see things five kilometers away, and his super hearing is enough to cover and monitor sounds within five kilometers.

The flight speed steadily increased to Mach 4, and the power doubled, approaching 400 tons!

In addition, the biofield, thermal vision, and cold air blowing are all factors that contribute to its development.

Los can now focus the gaze of distant eyes without revealing the crimson laser.

This is not just a one-sided improvement in capabilities, but a comprehensive upgrade to the hexagonal template!

Los felt that he could find an opportunity to weigh his countrymen's stats and see how much of a gap there was between his superhuman strength and theirs.

……

At this moment, a filming location in New York.

A parked bedcart shook violently and finally came to a stop after a long time.

The Chinese man zipped up his battle suit with a satisfied expression.

The Storm Frontline soldier, also tidying her hair and battle armor, beamed and cupped her patron's face, saying coquettishly:

"John, I can accept all of you! I surrender to you with all my heart and will conquer this world for you!"

She paused, as if speaking casually, "Unlike that Xuan Se, who only reveres your identity as a citizen of the motherland, he may not necessarily be truly obedient..."

The man from the motherland stared expressionlessly at the storm's front line and asked, "Do you hate Los?"

The person on the front lines of the storm felt a chill, but also knew that it would be difficult to lie under the watchful eyes of their countrymen, so they simply admitted it openly:

"Yes, I sense that he's very secretive, not entirely loyal to the detective!"

"All right."

The man waved his hand dismissively, saying in an unquestionable tone, "Loss is different from others. I know you had some initial conflicts, but you can make up and get along well from now on. He won't deliberately make things difficult for you anymore."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Stormfront gave a charming smile and said nothing more.

After her compatriots left, her expression shifted between anger and uncertainty as she sat in the RV, her fists clenched tightly.

That newcomer actually received such protection from the people of his motherland!

The Storm Frontline doesn't know whether Los is a family member or a toy in the hearts of the Chinese people, but he certainly is!

She licked her dark lips and whispered regretfully, "There's no other way, Second Generation Xuanse. For the sake of this world, I have no choice but to ask you to die."

That afternoon.

The Chinese national took Los to an underground research facility owned by the Vought Group.

Inside the descending enclosed elevator.

The Chinese man, acting like a tour guide, looked at Los, who was wearing a dark-colored battle suit, and introduced him with a smile:

"This underground research institute is where I was born. I spent countless days and nights here, my childhood and adolescence."

Los, having removed his black battle helmet, listened quietly.

“I lived in a laboratory with no privacy, and was often thrown into an incinerator and subjected to various experiments with saws or biological weapons.”

The people from our motherland smiled, as if they had already forgotten the pain of their childhood, and continued gently:

"I'm back here today, and I'm going to kill them all."

At this point, the air in the elevator became incredibly cold and filled with murderous intent!

The Chinese stared intently at Los, who had removed his helmet, as if trying to discern something from his face or his heart.

However, Los remained remarkably calm about it.

He knew it in his heart.

It was because of some words spoken on the front lines of the storm that the people of the motherland took the opportunity to test him.

The elevator arrived at the underground research institute.

As the Chinese man stepped out of the elevator, screams soon echoed throughout the research institute.

Ten minutes later, he returned to the elevator where Los was.

At this moment, the people of the motherland were covered in blood, and even the American flag capes on their bodies looked as if they had been soaked in blood.

He was still smiling gently, his face covered in blood, like a demon from hell.

Bright red blood dripped continuously onto the elevator floor, filling the air with the stench of blood.

The Chinese people continued to look at Los, still not seeing the slightest fear in the young man; his eyes were as calm as a gentle breeze on a fine night.

He paused for a moment, then his murderous intent and violence subsided, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

Los suddenly asked, "Mr. John, are you happy?"

"Of course!"

The Chinese people subconsciously grinned.

He took a deep breath, laughed heartily, and waved his hands: "Of course I'm happy, happier than ever before! I'll treat them the way they treated me!"

Los nodded. In his opinion, these people from the Vought Group research institute did indeed deserve to die, more than the Chinese.

They raised a monster, yet they hoped he would be a hero.

But, does killing these people truly satisfy your inner desires?

Los looked calmly at his countryman, as if happy for him, and said, "It's good that you're content."

For some reason, the Chinese people felt a burning shame on their faces and a feeling of something blocking their hearts under the calm gaze of this younger generation.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then shook his head and stopped speaking.

Finally, the Chinese man reached out and patted Los on the shoulder, saying, "You go first."

After Los left.

The man from the motherland remained silent for a long time inside the blood-stained elevator.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of desolation.

Why do I feel an immense emptiness after killing the person who tormented me in my childhood, a feeling that is completely incomparable to the wonderful night of family dinner?

The people of the motherland pursed their lips, and for no apparent reason, thought of—

That's how their fate ended, but what about his own?

"Will I fail, will I fall, will I die?"

The people of the motherland suddenly felt immense fear.

Therefore, I must not stop moving forward!

Stormfront is right. He wants to control the world, be above all others, and achieve a perfect ending!

The people of our motherland have rallied again.

He recalled the departing figure of Los and kept the words he wanted to say but didn't say in his heart.

Los.

Thankfully, you've always been by my side, making me feel less alone.

……

He emerged from the underground research lab.

Los looked up and stared directly at the fireball-like sun above the city.

He knew that the day when he would turn his back on his countrymen was fast approaching.

065 Storm Approaching

As the sun sank completely below the horizon, the streets lit up with colorful neon lights.

Los was returning to his apartment under the cover of night.

Halfway there, he suddenly received a private message:

“Mr. Xuanse, if you don’t want anything to happen to your girlfriend, come to the location I’m specifying by yourself at 10 PM tonight.”

Is this a threatening message?

Beneath the nano-metal mask, Los's expression couldn't help but be somewhat amused, showing a great deal of curiosity.

His first reaction was, "What girlfriend do I have?"

Even if it refers to Kate, she is currently in her Godotkin University apartment, which is visible on surveillance cameras in real time.

It wasn't her female roommate, Jordan either.

After all, both of them have Level 1 privileges on Mondays, and their personal safety is constantly monitored by artificial intelligence.

If he were to be held hostage by someone else, Los would know immediately.

Could it be...?

Los glanced at his apartment from a distance and indeed did not see Kimiko, who occasionally stayed in the living room on the first floor of his house.