He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

At this moment.

By releasing light energy, the starlight, which was briefly flying high in the sky, suddenly saw a black figure emerge from the smoke.

It was indeed black, Los!

"Vice Captain!"

Starlight transformed into a streak of light and landed on the grass. Her beautiful, sweet face flushed slightly as she excitedly gazed at Los, whose battle suit remained intact.

"You really aren't that easy to kill."

Queen Maeve breathed a sigh of relief and a slight smile appeared on her face when she saw Los approaching. She was clearly not as calm as she seemed on the surface.

Los shrugged and said, "Miss Maeve, would you be sad if I died?"

Feeling the previous awkwardness disappear, Queen Maeve crossed her arms and said with a laugh, "I'll go to the bar and have a few more drinks for you to celebrate."

Thinking back to how this guy had decisively let go of the bloody blade and barked, and how he had agreed to lock up the π bald sucking, he walked out of the ruins battlefield with ease.

She had to admit, this guy was handsome, absolutely charming.

Unfortunately, I'm too old and missed it.

Queen Maeve glanced at Starlight, who was acting like a fangirl. If she hadn't been there, the girl probably would have already pounced on her.

It seems there's nothing to regret.

Sometimes, encountering someone too stunning when you're young can be a curse.

Queen Maeve shook her head, clearing her mind of confusion, and asked Los, "How did you escape?"

Los smiled and said, "It's simple. Just go around behind the soldier boy. His chest cannon's energy beam can only sweep in front of him."

Queen Maeve nodded, but she knew things were definitely not that simple.

To get behind the soldier boy, you must break free from his physical hold and be fast enough!

Even with the combined efforts of herself and the locomotive, she couldn't pry open the soldier boy's hands, which shows how difficult it was.

Of course, Queen Maeve did not delve into it, after all, everyone has their own hidden secrets.

"Perhaps, this is Los's trump card to save his life."

Queen Maeve thought to herself.

Los calmly looked at the ruins of the villa.

Actually, I only used a portion of my superhuman strength just now, which wasn't even a normal attack.

In addition, although he did manage to get behind the soldier boy, he also took some impact from the chest cannon.

This was naturally done by Los on purpose, to test the effect of the chest cannon on himself.

The moment the soldier boy unleashed his pent-up energy.

Energy raged, leaving its aftershocks.

Most of the radiation energy impact was withstood by the imitation black nanosuit, while a very small portion seeped in through the unrepaired cracks in Los's hands.

At that time.

The high-energy radiation particles released by the chest cannon seemed to coil around his fingertips like static electricity, and the tingling sensation lingered to this day.

Los picked up a small pebble from the ground and used his right hand, which was specifically used to touch the radiation from the chest cannon, to quickly turn it into a metallic texture.

Clearly, the superpowers granted by Compound 5 are still usable.

In fact, the speed at which [reconstruction] converts matter is faster than before?

Los always felt that things weren't that simple.

He said to Queen Maeve and Starlight, "The Butcher and his men covered the escape of the soldier boy. We'll go back and report to our countrymen."

"Wait."

Queen Maeve pointed in the direction the locomotive had just left, "The locomotive just chased after the Blue Hawk, and I think something might happen."

Los glanced in that direction and said softly, "A woman's intuition is always very accurate."

Five minutes later.

Los led the group of seven and found the locomotive on the road five kilometers from the previous party villa.

Along the five-kilometer stretch of road, there were bloody tracks left by the dragging of humans. The blue eagle was reduced to half a body, its body injured beyond recognition after being dragged all the way.

The locomotive lay on the ground facing the blue sky, still clutching the blue eagle's leg before suffering a heart attack.

His dark face showed no sign of pain, but rather a relieved and cheerful smile.

Starlight was a little startled and found it unbelievable: "He's actually laughing?"

Queen Maeve sensed carefully: "The Blue Hawk still has a heartbeat, but the locomotive seems to have stopped beating."

Los knelt down and instinctively placed his right hand against the right side of the locomotive's chest, attempting to resuscitate the heart.

But before his hand could press down, the wisp of static electricity that was about to disappear from his fingertips struck inward as he intended!

Pierce through the suit, pierce the heart!

"What is this?"

Los was surprised; under his X-ray vision, the locomotive's dormant heart quickly revived.

What did I just do?

Los was slow to realize it.

The "reconstruction" that can only transform the atoms of matter has, for the first time, produced a reaction in living organisms?

Or perhaps, through the biofield transition of his superhuman and Kryptonian fusion genes, the chest cannon radiation, which was originally harmful to Compound V, became a beneficial amplification?

Seeing Los pause for a moment, Starlight asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

Los shook his head; the tingling sensation in his fingertips had disappeared.

If Queen Maeve and Starlight knew that he wanted to try a second round of breast-based sex, they would definitely think he was a pervert.

Los stood up and, in his capacity as vice-captain, ordered, "The locomotive still has a heartbeat. Have the Vought Group send a medical vehicle to rescue it."

Queen Maeve and Starlight will take the locomotive to the hospital.

Los returned alone to the headquarters of the Vought Group.

Half an hour later.

Water Group headquarters.

Inside the president's office, the Chinese sitting in their office chairs smiled and clapped their hands lightly.

"It has to be you, Los. I knew it, no task could stump you!"

Upon learning of the Black Robe Police Team's partnership with the Soldier Boy, his tense mind and body immediately relaxed, and he became sunny and cheerful.

After all.

Even I, a young junior, was able to escape unscathed from that chest-firing cannon, which shows that the soldier boy was nothing special.

The Chinese people confidently laughed and said, "When you and I are together, we are invincible!"

078. People of the motherland, in the name of the father.

Facing his compatriots, Los shook his head and said, "Mr. John, my report is not yet finished."

As he spoke, he took his vibranium saber from his black battle suit, a trace of dried blood remaining on the dark, sharp blade.

Los continued, "This is the blood of a soldier boy."

The Chinese looked puzzled, not understanding the significance of this, until Los mentioned it:

"The Vought Group's intelligence database contains records that the sperm used to create superhuman babies came from the original Rise of the Heroes team, whose members included Bomb Vision, Private Angel, Torpedo, and Liberty."

He paused for a moment, then added, "And the soldier boy, they do have a record of donating to him."

Los chose to speak out because even if he didn't, his countrymen would soon find out.

With the straightforward and masculine spirit of a soldier boy, he wouldn't hide anything from his motherland.

Since that's the case, why don't he speak first?

“Loss, are you saying that the soldier boy could very well be my…father?”

The Chinese man's breathing suddenly became rapid, his lips pursed, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

Just like when Ross told him he had a son, Ryan.

Nervousness, anticipation, fear, and arrogance were all revealed, but they were quickly suppressed. The middle-aged boy pretended to be calm and put on a dignified expression.

Finally, he glanced nonchalantly out the office's floor-to-ceiling window and whispered, "I understand, you..."

Mr. John.

Los interrupted his compatriot, looking at him with a smile, and nodded, suggesting:

"Let's go get tested together. The sooner we know the results, the more control we can take."

The Chinese man stared intently at Los, and after a moment of silence, a faint smile appeared on his resolute face.

"Okay, let's go together."

For a fleeting moment.

He rarely felt like he was leaving the laboratory, being supported, and basking in the sunlight.

The warm feeling seemed to dispel some of the immense and cold loneliness in my heart.

The Chinese people regained their composure and looked directly at Los, whose battle suit was entirely black.

I support you, and you support me, so there are no rivals ahead, and the world will respond accordingly.

Therefore, we are invincible.

……

The ancestor and Los emerged from the Vought Group's genetic lab, each holding an identification report.

Confirm the result.

The Chinese man was bursting with excitement, his lips pressed tightly together, his hand trembling slightly as he patted Los's shoulder.

He asked excitedly, "Tell me, Los, what reward do you want?"

Los shook his head and replied with a smile, "Give the credit to Queen Maeve, Locomotive, and Starlight. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to escape."

The Chinese man patted Los on the shoulder again, feeling incredibly reassured.

These are the truly perfect members of the Super Seven in his mind!

After calming down a bit.

Looking at the genetic test report in his hand, the Chinese man suddenly seemed a little lost, and subconsciously looked at Los beside him:

"What should we do next?"

This question seems more like a question directed at himself than at Los.

Los thought for a moment and suggested, "I think you'd better go see Ryan now."

"Indeed, he needs to know this news!"

The Chinese man quickly stepped forward, and without turning his head, said to Los:

"Tomorrow, we'll take Ryan with us to see the soldier boy!"

That evening.

Queen Maeve invited Los out for drinks.

The usual spot, inside a bar with an elegant ambiance.

Los, dressed in casual clothes, sat in a booth, sipping red wine and looking at the empty bar and dance hall below.

This place is expensive, and in the past only the rich frequented it, so it's normal that it's quiet.

However, it's really unusual that there aren't even bartenders or servers tonight.