He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Boom!

With the roar of the engine, two beams of light pierced the night.

A blue SUV sped out of the forest road and stopped outside the manor gate, its engine shutting off.

Upon confirming that there was indeed only one person in the car, the members in black robes came out from the door to greet him.

When they saw the person getting out of the driver's seat, they were all stunned.

The Iron Man, who possesses top-notch hacking skills and has repeatedly provided perfect support to the Black Robe Inspection Team from the internet, is actually a young and handsome man?

Tap tap.

A burly, tough man, hearing the commotion outside, also came out of the manor gate, casually shoving Hughie aside who was blocking his way, and glaring at Los with an indignant expression.

Los remained calm and looked at him as well, the two staring at each other.

072 Los and the Soldier Boy

Faced with the tough guy, the mother instinctively stepped aside, reminding him, "Don't be reckless and start a fight, he's one of our members!"

The tough guy glared at Los, who had just gotten out of the car, for a long time. He looked at the SUV, then at the black-robed member beside him, and couldn't help but curse:

"Fuck! If he hadn't come, I would have thought you were all a bunch of homeless vagrants!"

The members of the black-robed disciplinary team: "..."

I felt insulted, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The lead butcher stepped forward and extended his left hand to Los. "Butcher, Billy Botchel, welcome."

Los knew why he didn't extend his right hand, and smiled as he shook hands with him.

"Iron Man, Los."

……

Inside the manor.

The campfire crackled and popped as it burned.

The members of the black-robed police squad stared blankly at the black-haired youth sitting on the single sofa.

This was the first time they had seen the true face of the hacker Iron Man.

Asian, around eighteen years old.

Beneath his thick, glossy black hair, his chiseled face was handsome and radiant, and his tall, muscular physique exuded a gentle and refined aristocratic air.

A pair of bright eyes reflected the firelight, gleaming with confidence.

His expensive Italian-style handmade suit and shoes made him look even more pricey, as if they were specially chosen to be the models for him, a perfect clothes hanger.

With that brand-new SUV outside, it's no wonder the soldier boy said that in comparison, they looked like a homeless man and a rich kid.

Franky couldn't help but ask, "Loss, is your family very rich?"

The butcher looked at Los, which was also the question he wanted to ask.

Los smiled and nodded, saying, "I suppose so. Steel Body Industries is run by my family."

"Steel Body Industry, a company valued at trillions, is it yours?"

Everyone on the field was stunned.

In the past two months, a high-tech company has emerged almost out of nowhere, initially becoming a rising star in the tech industry with its advanced assistive devices that have taken the world by storm.

Now, this industrial company has acquired companies in multiple fields such as aviation, computers, and satellites, and its development has been unprecedentedly smooth and rapid.

There are even spontaneous, fanatical tech enthusiasts who spend their days online shouting declarations of "physical suffering, mechanical ascension," which is practically indistinguishable from alternative religions.

"You big spender!"

The tough-looking soldier boy crossed his arms and, for some unknown reason, uttered a curse.

This time, the members in black robes silently agreed in their hearts.

Indeed, this is a real big spender!

Los's eyes gleamed, revealing that his steel-bodied industrial background meant he wasn't flaunting his wealth.

just.

Unless he reveals a sufficiently compelling true identity, the suspicious butcher will never believe him.

After all, it's impossible for an ordinary wealthy person to be a top hacker while also being able to develop a temporary Compound V using Compound V.

If his background comes from the steel industry, then that makes perfect sense.

Los looked at the soldier boy and smiled, "Sir, our industry has now developed a new material that can modify the shield in your hand, making it indestructible."

The soldier boy was somewhat tempted by the words, but he still kept his meticulously groomed beard and puffed-out chest, proudly declaring:

"Kid, don't try to get close to me! I know capitalists all too well!"

Los looked at the soldier boy who had a temperament somewhat similar to that of his countrymen.

He spread his hands and said regretfully:

"Well, it's a pity that the shield made of that material might be able to bounce back like a boomerang in your hands, ignoring the laws of physics."

"A shield that can be thrown and then return?"

The soldier boy's heart skipped a beat, but he still stubbornly insisted, "You made that up, didn't you!"

Los retorted, "Just pretend I made this up, so you won't have trouble sleeping tonight."

The soldier boy's eyes widened, and he was about to explode in anger.

Breast milk quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, it's rare for Iron Man to come. This is the first time our Black Robe Inspection Team has gathered. Let's have a few drinks."

"There are all kinds of wine here."

Hughie also rummaged through the estate's cabinets and found several bottles of wine.

Los knew that the manor originally belonged to the Countess of Deep Space, who was also Soldier Boy's former teammate and ex-girlfriend.

We haven't seen Countess Deep Space yet; she's obviously been taken down by the Soldier Boy.

After all, it was the black-clad and blood debt that was initially given to the Soviet Union.

Sensing the atmosphere, the butcher agreed, "A little drink is fine, but don't get drunk."

The soldier boy scoffed at his words and challenged Los, "Rich kid, dare to have a drinking contest with me?"

Los retorted without backing down, "Come on, just don't blame me for not respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

The night is long.

Inside the forest estate, the campfire burned continuously, and the lights flickered.

After a few glasses of vodka, the soldier boy looked at the young man sitting next to him, drinking without changing his expression, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

In the Black Robe Police Team, he always looked down on cowards like Hughie, and wanted to punch him whenever he saw him.

I thought the butcher was the only tough guy here.

Unexpectedly, there are more young people who have just come of age than other young men. They have a strong aura and are aggressive in both their temperament and speech.

The soldier boy found Los increasingly pleasing to the eye, took a sip of strong liquor, and commented:

"Those Soviets were wicked, but the wine they brewed was really good, giving me a feeling of exhilaration like when I landed in Normandy during World War II."

Los also downed a glass and casually remarked, "Really? It feels more like a breezy, pleasant night to me, tasteless."

"Boy."

The soldier boy, with a stern and resolute expression, stared directly at Los with his deep eyes and said earnestly:

"I'm asking you, what kind of woman do you like, older or younger?"

Los glanced at him and said irritably, "You have a daughter who wants to marry me?"

The soldier boy said matter-of-factly, "I can have my goddaughter Hughie give you a blowjob."

"Pfft!" Hughie, who was drinking nearby, was suddenly shot and spat out a mouthful of red wine, glaring angrily at the soldier boy.

I think so.

Los took a sip of his drink and replied seriously, "An eighteen-year-old girl is like a dessert, her mouth is sweet and moist."

The soldier boy's eyes dimmed.

At this point, Los continued, "As for older women, with enough accumulated intellect and charm, they become like wine, getting better with age."

The soldier boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

Los clenched his left hand loosely and said confidently, "I choose to have it all."

certainly.

Older women can also stay young forever.

The American comic book universe is home to all sorts of races, including gods, aliens, and higher-dimensional beings, so age is not an issue at all.

Upon hearing Los's reply, the mother's lips twitched.

This is a bit different from the Iron Man he imagined.

Aren't top hackers always highly intelligent and aloof?

Why are Iron Man and Soldier Boy discussing such vulgar adult topics in such a serious manner?

At this moment, the soldier boy fell silent after hearing Los's answer.

His tall, imposing back trembled slightly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and placed it firmly on Los's shoulder without a word, exclaiming:

"You little rascal, you have good taste. We should be brothers."

073 We are best friends

"Wait a minute, you little rascal who's popular with everyone, why is your body as hard as steel?"

The soldier boy was drinking from a glass in one hand and had the other hand on Los's shoulder, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Sometimes, if he doesn't control his strength, gets emotional, or is careless, he can cause injury to those around him.

Just now, the soldier boy casually put his arm around Los's shoulder, but felt that the young man's body under the handmade suit was simply like being cast from molten iron!

"So, you're a superhuman too?"

The soldier boy stared at Los with a playful look, carrying the arrogance of a veteran detective who had no secrets that could escape his notice.

Hearing his words.

The Butcher, Hughie, Franky, and even the breast milk in the living room all focused their astonished and uncertain gazes on Los.

"You guessed right."

Los shrugged and readily admitted, "I do indeed possess a body of steel."

As he spoke, he took off his black handmade suit jacket.

In the glow of the campfire.

It was only then that they discovered that the young man's upper body, from his shoulders to his waist, was covered by half a set of silver metallic mechanical armor, layered between his white shirt and suit jacket.

The metal armor almost completely covers the right arm, perfectly conforming to the curves of the muscles underneath, giving the whole look a sense of futuristic technology and savage power.

"God."

Franky, a passionate arms enthusiast and weapons manufacturer, stepped forward and examined Los's half-suit of silver armor, exclaiming in surprise:

"The precision steel craftsmanship and technological feel are simply like alien technology."

Having endured the soldier boy's breast milk for so long, she finally found an opportunity to retaliate, shaking her head and saying, "Compared to Los's steel armor, the shield in your hand, soldier boy, is just a piece of scrap metal covered in bird droppings."

The soldier boy stared wide-eyed at the six-pointed star iron shield in his left hand, then at Los's armor.

He finally muttered, his neck stiff, "Looks good but is useless!"

actually.

He had just briefly confirmed that the armor plating, when facing force, inherently possessed energy dissipation and rebound force, making it an absolutely top-of-the-line military product.