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"You're right, absolutely right. That's the biggest problem the Super Seven are facing right now."

His previously angry face suddenly broke into a relieved smile.

"This has always been the biggest drawback of the hero system. Why should a bunch of useless high-ranking officials order us heroes around?"

The other members of the Seven were terrified, realizing that the situation had completely escalated.

Los's opinion is fine, but if the people of his country agree, then there will be big problems.

Ashley collapsed to the ground, her face pale.

The Vought Group is likely about to undergo a major upheaval.

Underneath the nano-metal mask, Los smiled slightly.

Actually, what he just said was pure nonsense, and I believe some of the heroes have already seen that.

But it doesn't matter.

Los knew that his countrymen had long been fed up with the orders from the top brass of the Vought Group.

Now, he has simply given the people of the motherland a good reason to purge the top leadership at the right time.

For Los, this was also a case of using one evil to control another.

"The Super Seven, obey my orders."

The compatriot lightly tapped the table, silencing the meeting room, and said authoritatively without anger:

"From this moment forward, subdue all security personnel at the Vought Group headquarters."

He paused, looking at Ashley, who was slumped on the floor, "Especially you, you are not allowed to leave the meeting room, and you are not allowed to communicate."

“Xuanse, come with me to a place. Before we return, no one is allowed to leave headquarters.”

After saying that, the Chinese man waved to Los and led him away from the Super Seven meeting room.

"It seems the Vought Group is about to change hands."

The starlight whispers to itself.

Her eyes gleamed, and she looked at Los's retreating figure with a burning gaze, feeling that what she had learned before was only the tip of the iceberg.

This is the true leader of the Super Seven; with just a few words, he determined the future of the Vought Group.

The locomotive watched Los with awe.

From the start of the meeting, he was constantly sweating profusely, and he couldn't help but feel secretly glad that the other person was a former teammate of his.

Queen Maeve looked on with a heavy heart as she watched her countrymen and Los leave.

One of Walter's secret neighborhoods in New York.

In front of a secluded detached villa.

The Chinese nationals, along with Los, went through a series of identity verifications before finally arriving here.

Faced with the luxurious and magnificent building, the Chinese people had a complicated look in their eyes.

He took a deep breath before explaining to Los beside him:

"This is the private residence of Stan Edgar, the highest-ranking person in the Vought Group."

Los knew, of course.

Stan Edgar is over sixty years old and still an ordinary person with no abilities.

However, the Chinese people standing in front of the villa at this moment seemed hesitant and nervous, just like primary school students who came to the door of the school's dean of students.

The Chinese people clearly harbored a certain degree of fear and special affection towards Edgar, the man who controlled the Vought Group and was essentially the one who indirectly created their own lives.

Los looked at his compatriots and asked, "Mr. John, do you need my help?"

The Chinese man was silent for a moment, then finally reached out and patted Los on the shoulder, "There's no need for that."

He just wanted someone to be there to witness it all.

Of course, the only person who can witness this is Los.

The Chinese people resolutely reached out and pushed open the villa door.

As the leader of the Super Seven and Los's senior, he must act like a leader.

The main hall of the luxurious villa was dark and the lights were off.

An elderly African American man sat regally on the sofa, dressed in a suit and tie, exuding an aura of absolute authority.

He looked at the Chinese people who walked in with a blank expression, his eyes even showing contempt and indifference.

As always, the Chinese people's keen insight failed to detect any signs of fear in the old man's heart, which made him instinctively feel uneasy and awe.

After all, he had devoted countless efforts to the Vought Group since childhood, all he wanted was a sliver of recognition from the person in front of him.

Edgar looked indifferently at his compatriots and was the first to question them: "At this time, are you here to attack me?"

The people of our motherland lowered their eyes and remained silent, like children being scolded.

Edgar continued coldly, his voice laced with disdain: "Unlearnable trash. You should know that you are merely a cripple of the company, a giant baby with only superpowers!"

"Over the past few decades, I have been able to make you successful and put you at the pinnacle of fame and fortune, but I can also destroy you. I control the group's resources and channels. Do you really think you can replace me?"

Edgar's aged and stern words almost made his countrymen want to give up and turn away.

Edgar looked at his silent countrymen and confidently believed that the potential crisis had been averted.

No, this crisis never happened.

How could a giant baby dare to disobey its own creator?

From the initial genetic selection to various forms of upbringing during childhood, even personality defects in our ancestors were specially corrected.

He is a coward and a giant baby, flaws that even the strongest superpowers cannot cover up!

Edgar knew his countrymen too well, and that was why he was fearless and believed he could suppress them.

However, just when he was confident of victory...

The American flag cape fluttered gently as the people of the motherland suddenly took a step closer.

Edgar suddenly realized something was wrong, something that would never have happened before.

"Edgar."

The Chinese man looked into Edgar's eyes and spoke in a low voice: "I have never argued with you before. Maybe even subconsciously I felt that I was just a giant baby, respecting you but having to rely on you, wanting to gain your approval."

"But," he said, pursing his lips, his gaze unwavering, with a touch of melancholy, "I...but..."

“Someone told me that it doesn’t really matter what happens, because we are the strongest.”

070 The strictest father in the motherland

Edgar looked blankly at his compatriots.

Today's people of his motherland feel like strangers to him; this is the first time in forty years.

"Even without your approval, does that mean we're not the strongest?"

The people of the motherland seemed to be asking Edgar about their own creator, and also about their own hearts.

He continued to question, "Without this superpower, I might be a useless piece of trash, but isn't my superpower my own power?"

Finally, the Chinese people smiled with relief once again, and said confidently, "Our strength needs no definition; the world will witness it."

Edgar stared blankly at his compatriots.

For forty years, the timid giant baby whose temperament had stagnated since the laboratory and had never changed significantly has actually undergone some unexpected growth.

A chill that seemed to penetrate to the bone suddenly surged up Edgar's back.

When the people of the motherland grow up and change, this is the most fatal blow to the Water Group, because it means that they can no longer control the other party through the simple means of the past!

Edgar's breathing quickened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who, who's behind you? And who told you all this?"

The people from his homeland looked at Edgar with a different kind of awe than before.

He said regretfully, "Edgar, I thought you really wouldn't feel any fear when you're with me."

A scorching red light flashed across the living room.

Outside the villa.

Los leaned against the door, his hand supporting his chin.

His initial idea was to use a diversionary tactic to shift the nation's attention from his disappearance on the front lines of the storm to his conflict with the top brass of the Vought Group.

This not only cleared them of suspicion but also dealt with the Vought Group—killing two birds with one stone.

But now it seems like this has unexpectedly guided a confident patriot?

That won't do.

The people of our motherland can be confident, but not too confident, otherwise they will be like a tiger that has completely broken free of its restraints, ready to take over the White House in a week.

According to Los's jungle farming and development strategy, the Chinese need to keep him in check for another month or two.

There must be something that can temporarily suppress the tiger that is the motherland and maintain a delicate balance.

Just as Los was thinking this, the dark-colored nano suit received a message.

The message came from communication channels within the Black Robe Inspection Team.

Since their defeat at the hands of the motherland and the Black Robe, the Black Robe Inspection Team has clearly become more aware of their situation and has been lying low for nearly a month.

Breast milk: "Iron Man, we have crucial intelligence. There might be an ultimate weapon at a secret base within Russia that could kill our own people!"

"We are now on our way to Russia."

Ultimate weapon within Russia?

Los paused for a moment, and a name or title quickly popped into his mind.

He replied, "Where did you get this information from?"

Breast milk completely trusted the hacker Iron Man and replied directly, "It comes from within the Super Seven. Butcher didn't even tell us who it is."

In fact, Los already knew who the informant was.

Queen Maeve.

Over the past month, Queen Maeve's condition has become increasingly unwell.

Although she didn't reveal anything to Los in private, Los, with the existence of AI Monday, still knew that her girlfriend Elena was being controlled by her homeland in the Vought secret community.

Breast milk: "Iron Man, how credible do you think this information is?"

Los replied using the Iron Man account: "Since you're all on your way, why don't you check it out in person?"

That so-called ultimate weapon is indeed the best treasure against the motherland, capable of creating a new balance.

Three days later.

Vought Group headquarters, Super Seven meeting room.

On the main seat, the people of the motherland smiled broadly, their power growing ever stronger.

In the past three days, the top management of the Water Group has been purged, and the internal staff has been basically replaced.

Now, the people of our motherland have become the supreme rulers of the Vought Group!

Apart from him.

Inside the meeting room, there were still only Black, Queen Maeve, Starlight, and Locomotive.

And there's also her secretary, Ashley.

The only difference was that Ashley's head was slightly swollen and she was wearing a wig.

To protect herself, she injected herself with compound five three days ago, becoming a superhuman.

The ability is mind reading; as for the side effects—

After losing all her hair, a second face grew on the back of her head, which was controlled by another kind personality within her.

At this moment, Ashley, who was standing upright, was also communicating with her kind personality.

Ashley, the kind-hearted woman: "Ashley, you shouldn't work for your countrymen. They are too evil, and many people will suffer because of them in the future."