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At this moment, on both sides of the river behind.

Beams of piercing white light swept across the rainforest as terrorists on the glorious liberation front searched with guns, their rough shouts echoing intermittently.

"Damn it, if we catch them, we'll starve them for three days and three nights!"

"I finally managed to steal it from Asia, next time I'll just chain it up."

"Inject compound five as soon as possible and transfer them to America."

"They're there!"

Suddenly, a spotlight shone down on the child drifting in the river.

Several more bursts of bullets landed directly on the nearby water, splashing up a lot of water.

Jian Er, an Asian boy who was drifting away with a log, couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Are they going to be dragged back to be child soldiers again?

Just as he was feeling a sense of despair, he noticed that the terrorists on the riverbank had stopped and were staring blankly at the sky above the river.

On your back.

The little girl, who had also been abducted by terrorists, suddenly patted the boy's head and slowly raised her small, delicate hand, pointing towards the sky ahead.

Kenji subconsciously looked in the direction the little finger was pointing, and saw a bright crimson streak fluttering down from the dawning eastern sky, the bright morning light illuminating the young man's figure as if he were the embodiment of hope.

It was simply like a god descending to earth.

068 And you are the true leader.

The red cloak swayed in the wind.

Wearing a Kryptonian metal suit adapted from the ghost of Injustice Superman, Los's chiseled, rugged face was plated with metal on both sides, and a gilded totem symbolizing hope on his chest shone with glorious light, while a giant fireball-like golden sun appeared from behind him.

He stood above the tropical river, his back to the sun, bathed in the morning light, looking down at the stench of the rainforest.

"That's not a Chinese!"

"Whoever he is, just shoot him down!"

The leader of the terrorist group cried out in terror.

Driven by the same overwhelming fear, the other members also pulled the trigger and opened fire.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire shattered the silence of the rainforest, and the muzzle flashes dispelled the last vestiges of night in the forest.

Countless bullets from below formed a steel torrent, striking Los's body, but they didn't even produce a single spark; they were all dented and bounced off.

The dented bullet heads fell like metal raindrops onto the river.

Los's figure flashed, his red cloak billowing, and he disappeared into the sky above the river with a lingering shadow.

next moment.

An Asian boy and a little girl, along with the logs they were holding, were pulled out of the river and appeared on the riverbank.

In the blink of an eye, the young man in the metal combat suit with golden sunlight-trimmed edges appeared directly in front of him, landing in front of him despite the barrage of automatic rifle fire from all around.

Los reached out and snatched the rifle from the captain's hand, then gently snapped it into a pile of scrap metal.

These desperate outlaws, who lived on the edge and had seen all sorts of war, were completely stunned.

Is this even human?

The scene was deathly silent, eerily quiet.

“I have a question for you,” Los said calmly.

The team leader, drenched in cold sweat, bent over and replied in a trembling voice, "Ask away, please ask."

“A week ago, our countrymen should have temporarily stopped exporting Compound V.”

Los lowered his eyes, staring at the captain's heart, and continued to ask, "Where did your Glorious Liberation Front get the Compound V that you're using to create superhumans?"

The leader of the team hesitated for a moment, and then he was stunned! �

"They are lying."

The Asian boy who had been rescued suddenly exclaimed, "I overheard them talking about the latest Compound V, which came from a high-ranking member of the Vought Group, a very important person."

"Kid, you want to die?!"

The team leader shuddered and instinctively glared angrily at the Asian boy.

If this gets out, they're finished!

"Turn your back."

Los smiled and gestured toward the Asian boy.

The boy understood and hugged the little girl, covering her bewildered eyes, and closed his own eyes tightly as well.

"You're the ones who are courting death."

Los whispered, gazing at a zinc plant with a swollen, reddish glow.

Ten seconds later.

When Kenji opened his eyes again, all the terrorists in the rainforest had vanished, along with their guns, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.

In the rushing rainforest river, the blood was covered by the murky mud, while the crocodiles became lively.

A red line pierced the sky.

Los flew over the rainforest like a humanoid intercontinental ballistic missile, heading towards the base of the Glorious Liberation Front.

Recalling the question he had just asked, he shook his head inwardly.

Given the flawed nature of the Chinese people, they may be able to achieve a certain level of satisfaction in a short period of time, and stop the meaningless killing when they are in a good mood.

The Vought Group, as the capital behind the scenes, is completely inhuman; its desires and greed extend endlessly and have no bottom line.

The Chinese people attempted to use the Vought Group to fabricate their own heroic personas and reap fame and fortune.

This was even anticipated by the Water Group, as the Chinese people have been cultivated from childhood for this very purpose.

Even if one day, the motherland falls from power.

The Vought Group could also shift all the blame onto the Chinese people, allowing the world to vent its anger, and at worst, wait for the right opportunity to cultivate a second, controllable Chinese person.

The people of our motherland may deserve to die, after all, they are utterly wicked.

But Walter should be destroyed, for he is the source of the world’s greatest evil!

call out!

The sound barrier was broken.

Los suddenly accelerated, reaching the skies above the Radiant Liberation Front base at Mach 4. Under the direct sunlight, he ultimately pierced the earth from the sky like a radiant sword of judgment!

At noon that day, at the headquarters of the Water Group in New York.

The meeting room of The Seven was deathly silent!

In the main seat.

The handsome middle-aged man from the motherland had a livid face, and the veins on his forehead bulged under his hair, which was covered with hair wax and dark gold. His unprecedented anger was evident in his expression!

Below, only Black, Starlight, Queen Maeve, and Locomotive remained silent.

Ashley, the secretary who usually leads the meetings, was pale-faced and dared not speak.

Vought Group headquarters has just confirmed that the rookie hero Stormfront lost contact last night, and the tracker disappeared overseas!

The tracking devices are implanted directly into the bodies of each member of the Super Seven.

Once a signal is lost, the member is essentially dead.

The anger of the motherland comes from this. Stormfront is not only a new hero, but also a special existence where he can entrust certain emotions!

And now, he's just disappeared without a trace, dead?

"Speak! Speak up!"

The patriot's facial muscles twitched as he glared furiously at a member of the group.

When his gaze fell on Ashley.

Ashley felt like a dying fish lying on the shore, unable to breathe.

The indifferent gaze of the Chinese people swept over the fishy-skinned boat, and the light fell on Los. He calmly asked, "Xuanse, what's your opinion?"

Queen Maeve, Starlight, and Locomotive all secretly began to worry about Los.

After all, the relationship between Stormfront and Los was not good to begin with.

There are suspected deaths on the front lines of the storm, and the people of the motherland have specially asked Los to give his opinion.

Even if there is no suspicion that he is the murderer, if Los's answer does not please the angry people of his motherland, he will probably not escape today's calamity.

I think so.

Los hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. John, this matter cannot be left like this!"

He paused for a moment, then said seriously, "I believe that the Water Group headquarters bears inescapable responsibility for the disappearance at the Storm Front!"

These words stunned everyone in the conference room.

No, it's black.

This is outrageous! Even people from our own country aren't as arrogant as you!

After all, the Super Seven were all formed by the Vought Group headquarters, and even the captain of the homeland can be removed at any time!

The Chinese man narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Los, waiting for him to continue speaking.

Los calmly began, "The exact time before Stormfront disappeared last night, and even the location clues, were all vaguely given by the Vought Group's intelligence department."

“I have reason to suspect that Stormfront died while on a secret mission. Even if that’s not the case, the Vought Group certainly doesn’t value the lives of our heroes at all!”

He slammed his fist on the conference table in anger and pessimism, like a heroic leader of the moment, and sighed:

"A hero's fate is also fate!"

"Mr. John, my fellow heroes, are we going to continue to let those high-ranking Vought Group executives dictate things?"

Upon hearing this, Ashley's legs went weak with fear, and she felt a dampness between her thighs.

God, that's a huge compliment!

At this rate, Walter is doomed!

069 The Water Group Undergoes a Major Change

The atmosphere inside the Super Seven's meeting room was heavy.

Ashley opened her mouth, trembling, wanting to explain on behalf of the Vought Group's executives.

Los's combo showed no sign of stopping.

He rose from his seat, looked at the compatriots at the head of the table, then glanced around at Mr. Han, and said, "Everyone, think about this!"

"If the Vought Group's intelligence department had been in the hands of our Super Seven from the very beginning, even if Stormfront encountered an accident, we would have been able to resolve the problem immediately!"

"Instead of what we're doing now, where we only get to listen to them report a bunch of belated junk information and issue meaningless instructions!"

"From the invisible men to the front lines of the storm, how many more heroic comrades must we sacrifice?"

Los's angry words were infectious, his chest pounding and his feet stomping with force, as if he were the leader of the meeting.

Queen Maeve's beautiful face looked haggard, but when she saw Ross standing and speaking, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but sparkle, and she barely managed to suppress the urge to smile.

This guy is really something.

As a veteran hero who has been around for many years and mingled in high society, Queen Maeve quickly grasped the current situation.

At this moment, what exactly happened on the front lines of the storm last night, whether they lived or died, is no longer so important.

Los's remarks completely dictated the direction of this Super Seven internal meeting—

The important thing now is to clarify the relationship between the Super Seven and the Vought Group and get to the bottom of things!

The patriot's eyes were deep, and he murmured to himself: