He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

The main hall on the first floor.

The locomotive pressed his hands against Shockwave's shoulders, slamming him against the wall, and said, barely concealing his anger:

"Come on, you defeated opponent, let's have a speed contest tomorrow!"

Looking at the angry locomotive, Zhenbo Xia's lips curled up slightly.

What he really wanted wasn't the world's fastest race, but for Locomotive to fly into a rage and beat someone up. If the media had captured that scene, it would have been difficult for Locomotive to stay in the Super Seven.

Just as the two were arguing.

A tall figure dressed in black combat gear walked in through the main entrance of the building.

The other party's appearance caused Locomotive to suppress his anger and also made Shockwave frown.

"Vice Captain."

Locomotive quickly released his grip on Shockwave's shoulders, looked at Los holding the orange juice, and asked curiously, "I haven't seen you for the past few days."

Los smiled slightly, "The weather has been nice these past two days, so I went to the beach to sunbathe."

The locomotive's eyes dimmed, and he remembered that the vice-captain, who had lost his abilities, was no longer involved in any of the Super Seven's operations.

It's like having the title of vice-captain of the Super Seven while holding a dead-end job, and nobody cares.

Without saying hello, Zhenbo turned and left.

In his view, this renowned vice-captain is now just a mascot in the team.

The locomotive glared at the departing Shockwave once more before following Vice-Captain Los's steps.

Los said gently, "Your transplanted heart hasn't fully adapted to your body yet. There's no need to argue with him. In a few days, he won't be able to beat you no matter what."

"Of course I know that."

Locomotive clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "I can tolerate any of his mockery. It's been like this before, and Shenhai and I are used to it."

He paused, then said angrily, "But what he just said about you... I just can't stand it!"

"Let him be."

Los didn't care about that. He took a sip of orange juice through the straw and was still immersed in the warm sunshine.

Superman's power has increased a little more!

It should be about a month before we reach the top of the world.

Los was completely relaxed, without the slightest bit of pressure.

Beside him.

The locomotive's eyes grew dimmer as it gazed at the deputy captain's somewhat forlorn figure.

Since losing my superpowers.

That arrogant rookie in history, who rose to the position of vice-captain in the shortest time and became the strongest hero second only to one person, has become so leisurely and down on his luck.

The two arrived at the building's elevator, which was descending. The elevator doors opened just then, and Starlight, dressed in a platinum suit, was inside. You could see that her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Upon seeing the vice-captain outside the elevator doors, Starlight quickly turned her back, seemingly not wanting Los to see her in the lowest point of her life.

The locomotive coughed, "Um... Vice Captain, I have to go now."

He turned around and disappeared from the spot at near-sonic speed.

Los calmly walked into the elevator.

After the elevator doors closed, he said to Starlight, who had been facing away from him, "Turn around. I've seen you in all sorts of a sorry state."

"Vice Captain."

Starlight looked weakly at Los, her makeup was ruined, her hair had lost its luster, and her voice was tinged with a sob.

Los calmly replied, "Didn't you want to leave the Super Seven a long time ago? Now you have a good reason to leave."

The starlight bowed its face.

What she feared was not a sharp drop in fans, nor leaving the Super Seven, but rather that the young man in front of her, knowing about her stain, would look at her with the same strange eyes as everyone else.

The elevator to the top floor opened, and Los stepped out alone, saying softly:

"The necklace is nice."

Inside the elevator, Starlight stared blankly at the vice-captain's departing figure, then looked down at the firefly necklace hanging around her neck.

She covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face.

At this moment.

Starlight suddenly understood why she felt increasingly distant from the other person.

original.

Whether she was at the lowest point in her life or enjoying fame and fortune, as America's sweetheart, she stood at the pinnacle of global adoration.

In the eyes of young people, they have always been the same.

Starlight wiped away her tears, gripped the firefly pendant tightly in her hand, and her eyes hardened.

She realized which path she should take in the future.

Vought Group Headquarters, Vice President's Office.

Los pushed open the door and walked in. The wise man sitting in the office chair looked up, his eyes gleaming.

"Vice Captain, you finally couldn't sit still anymore?"

The wise man thought to himself.

Because the future strategy presented to the people of his homeland has been recognized, the wise man now controls all of the Water Group's resources.

Her future plans are as follows:

First, find the Holy Father and proclaim the Chinese people as the modern true God who can replace Jesus, and cultivate believers!

Second, transform the Vought Group into a superhuman entity, control the White House in Washington, and establish a dictatorship over America!

Both of these points seem to be aimed at helping the Chinese people reach the top and create a true god.

However, in reality...

The wise woman had a third plan, which was her greatest personal desire and the ultimate goal she wanted to achieve—

By creating a god for their ancestral nation, they aim to rule the world, while they themselves are the head of God!

This is a masterpiece of genius!

For no other reason than that.

The wise man simply wants to prove that his wisdom is the best in the world, and to use his wisdom to control the whole world!

The planning has now begun and has yielded some results.

The wise man looked at Vice-Captain Los, convinced that the latter could no longer hinder his progress, and that the fog of war would eventually clear, leading to the end of human civilization with no hope of seeing the light of day.

Los sat down in his office chair and said, "Wise one, I have some preliminary suggestions."

"You tell me."

The wise man assumed that Los would dissuade him from his radical plan.

Unexpectedly, Los smiled and said, "To truly dictate America, a god-making plan and control of the White House are not enough; you need to bring in capital as well."

The wise man paused for a moment, then agreed with Los's words, "You're right."

She was a little surprised. Could it be that she was overthinking things and that the other party did not intend to prevent her ancestor from ascending to godhood?

Los simply smiled without saying a word.

To thoroughly clean up the trash, it's best to gather it all together and burn it all in one go.

The wise woman thought she had victory in the bag, but Naros gave her a push!

086 Who is God among men? Hope remains.

In the afternoon, the sun shifted.

Inside the dimly lit president's office in the Water Group building.

A cloak draped with stars and stripes draped over his shoulders. The face of the man from the motherland was ashen, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at himself standing in front of the changing mirror.

Her dark golden sideburns had started to show a few gray hairs at some point.

The Chinese man pursed his lips and murmured to himself, "Do I want to... become a god?"

As the light from outside the window grew dimmer, darkness rose like a surging tide.

New York, which was already in winter, became even colder.

It felt like stepping back into the long, dark laboratory of his childhood. The Chinese man subconsciously tugged at the cloak hanging over his shoulders, but could not feel any warmth.

In the mirror, the eyes of the Chinese people, equally dark and deep, spoke: "Of course!"

"To become a god is to gain the recognition and submission of everyone in the world! No one will dare to harm or alienate you anymore!"

"Your son Ryan will be proud of you, your father, the soldier boy, will no longer call you a weakling, and Los will no longer be disappointed by this!"

"You don't need anyone; you are the strongest on your own, able to stand alone at the pinnacle of the world!"

Encouraged by the other side of themselves reflected in the mirror, the Chinese people took a deep breath, regained their composure, and even displayed an indomitable and domineering momentum!

"I will become a god and rule the world! They will surely accept me and follow me!"

The people of the motherland whispered among themselves.

"Fatherlanders, who are you talking to?"

At this moment.

A sexy and charming woman gets up from the office sofa and looks at her motherland in front of the mirror with a puzzled expression.

"Thank you for kicking away the starlight for me."

The firecracker girl looked at her compatriot with admiration, cupped her chest, and stepped forward, saying, "I'd like to be even closer to you. At the next meeting, could I switch seats with the vice-captain?"

Snapped!

Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped across the face, interrupting her.

The woman who set off firecrackers covered her swollen face and stared blankly at her compatriots.

The man looked at her darkly and said with disgust, "Get out of the office!"

The woman with the firecrackers felt a pang of unease, as if she had touched a raw nerve.

……

That night, the neon lights illuminated the city of New York.

The lamplighter, reeking of alcohol and clutching a half-empty bottle of beer, stumbled out of the Brooklyn bar.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, looking at the approaching dark night, his moist eyes seeing no hope.

Today.

Under the wise man's orders, some of the superhumans imprisoned in the Sage's Grove were transferred away, apparently for illegal purposes.

The lamplighter, who was the gatekeeper of the sage's forest, was powerless to stop it.

If this continues, one's sins will never be atoned for.

The Lamplighter plans to go to the Vought Group headquarters tonight and set himself on fire inside the building as a warning to the world!

Just as the lamplighter made up his mind, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

He looked up blankly and found a black-haired young man standing in front of him.

What are you doing?

The lamplighter was about to push the other person away, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the other person's hand remained motionless.

Is it because I'm old and frail, or because I'm drunk?

As the lamplighter looked on in surprise, Los spoke up: "Do you remember me, gatekeeper of the Sage's Grove?"

"You are……"