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"Little brother, no need to look anymore. This bar has always been mine, and I'm clearing it out tonight."

A pleasant sound rang out.

Accompanied by the crisp, powerful clapping of high heels, a beautiful woman in a red strapless dress walked in.

It was none other than Queen Maeve, but today she was clearly dressed up meticulously, a far cry from her previous haggard and listless appearance.

Her dark golden hair cascaded down her shoulders in curls, and her face, with its upright and dignified features, was exquisitely beautiful. Her small earlobes, smooth forehead, and bare collarbone were all adorned with luxurious gemstone jewelry.

Queen Maeve has a model-level figure. Her long red dress has a very high slit. As she moves with an elegant and confident pace, her long and beautiful legs are clearly exposed.

In the dim lighting of the bar.

The other person is like a rose in full bloom, displaying its full beauty and fragrance on its last night.

For no apparent reason, Los thought of the soldier boy.

Is it possible that the other person is right, and that women really do get better with age?

"Miss Maeve, you've gone too far!"

Los put down his glass and said with a stern face.

Queen Maeve looked at him curiously, "What's so excessive?"

Los looked like he'd been tricked and said sullenly, "You own the bar, and you even made me pay for it before. Aren't you trying to make money off both sides?"

Queen Maeve laughed heartily, her ample bosom swaying slightly.

She felt she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Queen Maeve sat down next to Los, exhaling softly, her red lips whispering in his ear:

"What kind of compensation do you want? Just tell me, and I'll grant it, but only tonight!"

Los and Queen Maeve exchanged glances and chuckled, "Then mix me a drink first, let me try the proprietress's skills."

Queen Maeve rose with a smile, her high-slit skirt revealing glimpses of her skin. "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Looking at Queen Maeve, who was poised and tactful, Los thought that compared to her, Starlight's allure was clearly several levels lower.

Of course, he knew that Queen Maeve had her reasons.

Queen Maeve arrived at the bar like a bright flame, skillfully mixing drinks while glancing at Los out of the corner of her eye.

In the afternoon, she secretly contacted the Black Robe Police.

Tomorrow, the fish will be caught in the raging fire, and the people of the motherland will be united in spirit and action.

The other members of the Super Seven are currently in the hospital, having just undergone a heart transplant.

Starlight will be going out tomorrow for a lecture.

Of the Super Seven, only Los, the second-generation Black, remains as the vice-captain.

Queen Maeve sees through the Super Seven, including her own people, but the youngest Asian youth in front of her remains a mystery to her.

The other party is very close to the people of his motherland. His superpowers seem to be just simple enhancements, but his true strength is unfathomable. Moreover, he has secured the position of vice captain in just one month.

The other seven members either admired or revered him, and all obeyed his commands.

As for Deepsea and Stormfront, who once offended Los Angeles, they've probably gone off somewhere making a fortune.

It can be said that the other party is already the hidden leader of the Super Seven, second only to one person!

Queen Maeve believed that the encirclement and annihilation plot she had set up against her countrymen tomorrow would most likely succeed.

If there are any variables, they might appear in this newly adult vice-captain!

079 New Life and Destruction

Inside the bar, the candlelight flickered like dim lamplight, and instrumental music flowed quietly like a stream.

Queen Maeve, carrying the prepared cocktail, her long legs swaying in high heels, her fiery red dress shimmering against the colorful liquid, returned to the sofa where Los was.

Los took the wine glass from Queen Maeve and took a small sip, savoring the subtle sweetness and richness on his tongue.

He smiled and said, "Good wine, good craftsmanship."

Queen Maeve's rosy lips curled up as she remained seated next to Los, winking and joking, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"

"At least it tastes good, doesn't it?"

Los was relaxed, swirling the colorful liquid in his glass without the slightest worry.

In fact, even he didn't know if his current physical condition was good enough to be truly poisoned.

Moreover, the moment it touches the glass, [Reconstruction] automatically analyzes the internal components of the wine.

In the Black Robe world, which lacks Kryptonite, there is clearly nothing that is specifically designed for one's Kryptonian genetic constitution.

Queen Maeve stared blankly at the handsome young man who stood before her, exuding confidence and charisma after shedding his dark metallic armor.

Despite her hero title being 'Queen', Los was more like a new king in her eyes.

In a daze, Queen Maeve subconsciously asked, "Loss, who exactly are you?"

“Who am I, Miss Maeve? Don’t you know very well? We’ve known each other for a long time.”

Los took another sip of his drink, put down his glass, and said seriously:

"A freshman at Gododkin University, the second-generation Black, your successor, the vice-captain of the Super Seven."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Queen Maeve and said, "Of course, I don't know how you behaved in bed, Miss Maeve."

Queen Maeve recalled yesterday's provocation.

She smiled, as if punishing herself, and tilted her head back to drink the entire glass of red wine.

A few drops of red wine slid down her delicate chin and disappeared into Maeve's strapless red dress.

Her flushed face added a touch of allure as she looked at Los and, with a hint of drunkenness, said bluntly:

"So, would you like to learn more? I can teach you tonight."

Use a teasing tone, like a teacher instructing students.

Queen Maeve, who appeared dignified and noble to the outside world, leaned down with her hands on the sofa, her beautiful eyes misty as she looked at Los.

At that moment, the long, fiery dress burst into flames.

“I think, Miss Maeve, you need to know about this.”

As he spoke, Los took out a pre-prepared note from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Queen Maeve was stunned when she saw an address written on the note. "What is this?"

"The location where your girlfriend Elena is being held by her compatriots."

Los said calmly, "Tomorrow at noon, the Americans will meet with the soldier boy. You can take the opportunity to rescue Elena and leave New York with her."

Looking at the young man who seemed more like a great teacher giving guidance, Queen Maeve sobered up instantly and even felt a little ashamed.

Los noticed her embarrassment and stood up, saying, "That's settled then, goodbye, Miss Maeve."

"We'll meet again."

Los left without looking back.

Queen Maeve picked up the note, clutching her heaving chest, and gazed intently at the young man's tall, departing figure.

She shook her head, gave a bittersweet smile, and in the end still couldn't figure out Los's true nature.

And, just yesterday he acted like a seasoned veteran, offering rational critiques of the lovestruck girl, Xingguang.

Tonight, I found myself lost in the moment, like a young girl experiencing an unprecedented flutter of the heart.

"What a beautiful ray of sunshine."

Queen Maeve murmured to herself, clenching the note tightly in her hand.

The existence of Los made her intuitively feel that this dark world was not so cruel, and that there was still hope.

……

Los returned to the villa.

He didn't immediately fly up into the sky to chase the sun tonight; instead, he lay in bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to drift off to sleep.

Consciousness descends, entering the space of the soul that is being maintained.

Injustice Superman and Iron Man.

The former, with its blood-red sunlight radiating outwards, is a striking image.

The latter, the crimson afterglow of the sunset faded, leaning against the ruins of the New York battlefield.

The two spirits seem to remain eternally unchanged, forever stuck in the cosmic scene before their deaths.

“Loss.”

Seeing Los's consciousness come in specifically for this purpose, the undead Iron Man raised his head slightly and said understandingly, "You want to discuss that chest cannon energy beam, right?"

“Teacher Tony, I knew I couldn’t hide it from you.”

Los sat down at the edge of the New York Ruins battlefield, looking straight at Iron Man with his back to the ruins.

"I'd like to know your thoughts on this."

"How did Soldier Boy's radiation chest cannon perform against other Compound V superhumans?" Iron Man countered.

Los pondered, "The temporary or permanent removal of superhuman abilities means that the chest cannon radiation is closely related to Compound V."

The chest cannon was originally a semi-biological weapon developed by the Soviet Union to counter American superhumans and to counter Compound V.

Iron Man pondered, "The high-speed radiation particles fired from the chest cannon should suppress the telomeres of the genetically modified cells by Compound V, which is the main reason why superhuman abilities are temporarily or permanently lost."

"But last time, whether it was accelerating the process of matter conversion or reviving the stopped heart of the locomotive, it was actually an external manifestation of your enhanced superhuman abilities."

Iron Man deduced, "Perhaps it's because you're not a pure superhuman, which might have caused the chest cannon to have a positive effect on you."

"That's what I think too."

Los nodded.

His knowledge is in line with that of Iron Man; he thinks about problems from a rational scientific perspective, so it's not surprising that he arrives at similar conclusions.

"Your constitution is too unique, and the number of experiments is still too small, making it difficult to draw any real conclusions."

Iron Man shook his head with a hint of reminiscence, saying, "Biological genetics is not my specialty. If Dr. Banner were here, he might be able to answer your question further."

"I suggest you try the experiment a few more times, and try that newly generated radiant energy more often."

“Radiation that gives new life?” Los smiled wryly.

Indeed, the radiant energy indirectly saved the locomotive's life; it was essentially a force of 'rebirth'.

"Boy."

But at this moment...

Behind Los, the red sun loomed, and the absolute overlord of the DC Universe, Unjust Superman, rarely speaking, said:

“Last time, I sensed a hint of 'destruction'.”

"Destruction?"

Los turned around and looked at the Unjust Superman, who, even with his disheveled hair, still resembled an indomitable emperor.

This is a completely different conclusion from what we just reached with Iron Man.

Of course, Ross didn't believe that Injustice Superman would lie to him about this.

From the other party's perspective, the issue is viewed less rationally and scientifically, and tends to lean towards the divine.

"New life, destruction."

Seeing that the Unjust Superman didn't say anything more, Los fell into deep thought.

Either way, he decided to take advantage of tomorrow's rare opportunity to witness the soldier boy's chest cannon once more.

080 The Black-Robed Assault: Hunting Down the People of the Motherland

The next day, at the headquarters of the Water Group.