He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

At least, it was something that didn't exist in the era that soldier boys knew.

Revealing his 'steel body', Los spread his hands and said, "As a billionaire heir, it's normal for me to bring some self-defense equipment when I come out to meet a bunch of wanted fugitives like you."

"normal."

"That's perfectly normal."

Hughie, Frankie, and Breast Milk couldn't help but laugh.

They're all wanted criminals now, New York's pariahs, so they're making the best of a bad situation by laughing.

At this moment.

Wearing a black trench coat, the butcher lay on the sofa, squinting his eyes, secretly relieved.

Ever since he learned that his wife was still alive and had given birth to a son for his motherland.

The butcher's anger burned even more fiercely.

His current targets of hatred are still the people of his motherland, but they are not limited to the people of his motherland!

The butcher harbored a daring idea.

If it's possible, then kill all the superhumans in the world; that would be a just act!

The most likely way to achieve this is to develop a deadly virus targeting superhumans.

The Butcher's gaze quietly fell on Los, the young hacker who was about to become the richest man in New York. Fortunately, he was not one of the superhumans.

The other party has sufficient financial resources and the means to develop viruses, which may be the best assistance for me to wipe out all superhumans.

As for the soldier boy, he was merely a tool for temporary cooperation, and the best outcome for him was to perish together with his motherland.

His gaze was cold, and his mind was constantly calculating and planning.

The conscious brain tumor continues to grow, determined to unleash its fury upon all superhumans, even at the cost of its last year or two of life.

After calming himself down, the butcher looked at the Iron Man and the Soldier Boy again, only to find that the two, who were nearly a century apart in age, were now getting along better and better, drinking and chatting together.

"Women get more mellow with age, although they may be a bit dry and need some lubrication."

The soldier boy drank his wine and said regretfully to Los, "What a pity. If you had come here sooner, I could have introduced you to my ex-girlfriend, Countess Crimson."

"Where is she now?" Los asked casually.

The soldier boy replied nonchalantly, "They betrayed me with their Soviet allies back then, and I've already killed them."

"It's alright, there are plenty of old women, we don't need another one."

Los's armored right hand patted the soldier boy's shoulder.

At the same time, the steel armor began scanning and collecting the other party's body data upon close contact.

The breast milk was a little too much. Looking at the soldier boy, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey! Didn't you just say you were very familiar with capitalist ways? How come you're hanging out with Iron Man now?"

"What do you single, penniless gay men know?"

The soldier boy chuckled, "If I accidentally have children someday, this little rascal can at least help with child support!"

Los smiled and said, "If you have children, I will definitely pay child support."

The soldier boy, with a righteous expression, exclaimed again, "What a brother, what a true friend! We should have met sooner, instead of ending up like Hughie who can only blow my balls."

Hughie could no longer contain himself. Whether it was from being drunk or from anger, his face was flushed, and his roar echoed throughout the estate:

"Fuck, fuck! I'll fight you to the death!"

……

The night passed.

The next morning, before sunrise, a cold white fog blanketed a forest in New York State.

As winter approaches, some branches and leaves are covered with frost.

A group of four people walked through the woods, breaking the tranquility of dawn. They were Soldier Boy, Los, Butcher, and Hughie.

Last night, Los, disguised as Iron Man, met with the Black Robe Squad, and Butcher explained the detailed plan to him.

First, help the soldier boy kill his former teammates who betrayed him, namely the members of the Blood Debt Repayment team: Gunpowder, Countess Crimson, Mindstorm, a pair of sibling twins, and Black.

Then, the soldier boy will follow the contract and fight against his homeland for the Black Robe Police.

That's right, Black is still on Soldier Boy's revenge list!

Los glanced at the butcher.

The other party did not inform the soldier boy that the black-clad figure had been replaced, clearly intending to use the soldier boy to take him down.

Good calculation.

After all, even if the soldier boy asked later, as long as the butcher insisted that they didn't know that the black-clad man had been replaced, that would be fine.

certainly.

No matter how much the butcher schemed, he would never have imagined that the second-generation Xuanse he wanted to kill was actually in his own team.

He thought he was using everyone as a tool, but little did he know that he himself was also a tool.

"It's time for the Super Seven to make their move as well."

Los thought for a moment, then used his smartwatch to send a command to the artificial intelligence Monday.

At the same time.

In front of an apartment building in an upscale neighborhood.

Queen Maeve, holding a metal shield and wearing retro armor, was waiting when she saw Xuan Se, dressed in black armor and carrying a saber, walk out of the house.

"Miss Maeve, let's set off."

"It was in the voice of the black-clad man," said Los.

074 Team up with the Soldier Boy

The situation is now very clear.

The Seven need Black and Queen Maeve to investigate Soldier Boy.

As for the Black Robe Police, they wanted to use the soldier boy's revenge to also eliminate Blackie.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Xuanse, who is caught in the struggle between his countrymen and the soldier boy.

If Los hadn't replaced Xuanse as the hero, the original Xuanse would probably have died under similar circumstances.

Los's eyes flickered, showing little panic.

"Based on a brief scan of the steel armor last night, the soldier boy's strength is below that of his countrymen, and even below mine."

"However, in terms of physical defense alone, the opponent is even stronger than the Chinese. This can only be confirmed in actual combat."

"It just means it can't fly and doesn't have super speed, meaning it's a tank, so it doesn't pose a real threat to me who has superhuman strength."

Los felt much more at ease.

Soldier Boy is classified as a Fortress-class unit, but his speed is also Fortress-class.

Los didn't take the schemes of the Seven and the Black Robe seriously; they were easy to deal with.

He was pondering what he could gain from this opportunity to interact with the soldier boy.

Currently.

What Los was most interested in was the soldier boy's hidden ultimate move—

Chest cannon.

Would that chest-throwing attack pose a real threat to him at that moment?

After all, he now possesses not only superhuman abilities derived from Compound V, but also engineered Kryptonian genes provided by the undead of Injustice Superman.

He is both a superhuman and a Kryptonian.

What would happen if someone were hit in the chest by a soldier boy's cannon in this special situation?

What exactly are the energy beam particles emitted by the chest cannon? Can they be neutralized? Can they be replicated?

Los needs to figure this out.

So he quickened his pace, stepped forward, patted the soldier boy on the shoulder, and asked, "Old boy, can you fire a light cannon from your chest?"

The soldier boy looked righteous and glanced at Los sideways.

If it were someone else, like Hughie or Breastfeeding, asking him that question, he would have already started yelling.

The soldier boy coldly replied, "You little bastard, don't call me 'old boy,' it sounds like a hippie or a homosexual. Just call me 'Ben.'"

"Okay, boy."

Los smiled slightly and said, "Can we talk about your breasts? They sound really cool."

His identity within the Black Robe Watch is that of a hacker, a genius, and a member of the Steel Body Industrial family.

Even to the butcher and others nearby, this question seemed natural, a topic that Iron Man would be curious about and ask.

The soldier boy remained expressionless, his voice like a deep bass cannon, and said defiantly, "Actually, there's nothing cool about it. Those Soviets did a lot of experiments on me, and in the end, it seems like they created this mutated thing using radiation."

His tone was completely emotionless, as if what he had experienced in the Soviet laboratory was nothing at all.

His current body has truly been tempered through countless trials and tribulations, and is now immune to many kinds of harm, including but not limited to poison gas, viruses, and radiation!

Los nodded to himself.

The radiation mutation was roughly as he had guessed.

The beam particles released by the chest cannon should have special radiation that can eliminate the superpower enhancement brought by Compound V.

However, the growth of superhuman strength is also closely related to radiation.

Yellow sunlight allows him to grow rapidly, while red sunlight weakens his growth.

Los noticed that the soldier boy seemed to remember something, his resolute and righteous face twitching as if some illness was about to flare up, so he didn't ask any further questions.

The four of them walked through the woods.

The soldier boy stopped abruptly, looking blankly at the Butcher and Hughie. "Why are you so close to me? Trying to blow on me?"

Hughie had had enough, but the butcher held him back.

Hughie then noticed that the soldier boy's current state was different from his previous domineering demeanor; his eyes were somewhat confused and struggling.

Is this amnesia? But it doesn't quite seem like it.

"Have you forgotten?"

Los reminded him, "You're now looking for another former teammate to take revenge on in your mind storm."

"Yes, that's definitely true."

The soldier boy nodded, then said solemnly, "Be careful, and never make eye contact with the eyes of the Mind Storm! Otherwise, you will fall into an endless cycle of nightmares!"

He took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned around and slapped Hughie.

The soldier boy grumbled, "You dare insult me? Believe me or not, I'll beat you to death, you coward!"

Hughie covered his swollen face, looking completely bewildered, and extremely depressed.

I didn't say a single word!

Los urged the soldier boy, "Soldier, we have to hurry, we can't let that old bastard Mindstorm get away."

"Yes!"

The soldier boy saluted quickly and chimed in with a flourish, "Keep up! I'll lead the charge and drag that old bastard out!"

As he spoke, he continued his search deeper into the forest.

The butcher watched the soldier boy's retreating figure and whispered, "It's post-traumatic stress disorder."

Hughie suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but look at Los, who was walking past him.

We are both young people.

Before he could react, eighteen-year-old Los immediately noticed the soldier boy's illness and quickly responded.

Is this the difference between an ordinary person and a genius?