He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Despite the Wise Man's claim that the video of Starlight reporting his countrymen killing civilians was fake, the controversy remains.

Moreover, he was the first superhuman to enter the White House.

Still the strongest superhuman in modern times!

Recently, a doctrine has even emerged in the United States that worships the people of the motherland as gods.

Even a fool could see it: the people of our motherland are about to become gods!

"I need applause."

The people of our motherland simply said that, and then applause erupted from the audience—deafening applause!

On the high platform.

The Chinese people spread their arms, looking down at the dark mass of people below, and then looked back at the Super Seven behind them.

At this time, the members of the Super Seven looked completely different from what they had a few months ago.

The Lighthouse Man retired, and the Invisible Man was killed.

The Deep Sea and the Storm Woman have gone missing.

Starlight and Queen Maeve have defected.

Among the members of the team behind him, only the locomotive was a familiar face; the wise man, the firecracker woman, and the shockwave hero were all newcomers.

The people of the motherland wanted to find a figure among them, but after looking around, they couldn't find one. They asked the wise man, "Where is Xuanse?"

"He's sick because of the flu recently."

The wise man deliberately showed a regretful expression and sighed, "As you know, ordinary people are too weak. They can easily fall ill if they are not careful."

Looking at the White House not far away, the Chinese people continued to ask, "So, will he see it, witness my achievements and glory?"

“Of course, it’s being broadcast live globally, so he can definitely see it,” the wise man said with a smile.

In the last half month.

She could intuitively sense the young man's status in the hearts of his countrymen. Now, the Vought Group was almost entirely composed of superhumans, except for the vice-captain, Xuanse.

They may seem like younger generations, but they are more like a kind of spiritual support and a source of hope for the people of the motherland.

"In that case, for the sake of the god-making plan, let me remove the last obstacle to your ascension to godhood."

The wise man looked firmly at his countrymen and thought to himself.

Starting today, there will be no more ordinary vice-captains, Xuanse.

Chapter 092: The Death of the Vice-Captain, Xuan Se (Bonus Chapter)

Water Group, upscale neighborhood, black apartment building.

The doorbell rang.

Los, dressed in casual home clothes, opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a woman with dazzling blonde hair rushed into his arms.

"Vice Captain!"

Starlight hugged her tightly and said urgently, "I'm being hunted by the Wise Man's superhumans, and I have nowhere to go. Please save me!"

She raised her pitiful face and said softly, "As long as you save me, I'll do whatever you want me to do, even be a kitten or a puppy!"

Los calmly asked, "Is it okay if my eyes glow?"

"Of course, as you wish!"

Starlight smiled charmingly and was about to take off her T-shirt when Ross suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Los looked at her and said calmly, "You're not Starlight, are you?"

Starlight was stunned, then pretended not to understand and said, "Of course I'm Starlight. We've been teammates for months, and you don't even recognize me?"

Los shook his head and said, "The starlight isn't as intense as yours."

"Vice Captain, you're joking."

Starlight smiled sweetly, and suddenly a dagger slipped from her sleeve. She caught it in her hand and forcefully plunged it into Los's heart!

Los stood motionless.

Starlight was quickly stunned, staring blankly at the sharp tip of the dagger resting on the thin casual clothes.

Her wrist was sore from the impact, it felt like it was stuck in a steel plate that had been hammered a thousand times!

Isn't this guy an ordinary person?

Even though he wasn't wearing that black metal battle suit, why are his body muscles so strong?

Los said softly, "You were sent by the Sage, weren't you? You were also the superhuman who killed the former president. Your ability is to replicate other people's appearance and some of their memories."

The mutant panicked, feeling completely naked in the other's eyes, with all his secrets exposed.

Something's not right!

Read the other person's memories to see what gives them their confidence.

As the mutant thought this, she had already touched Los's body and instantly replicated his appearance, but she could not sense his inner memories.

The other person's memory was a blank, as if there were two giant walls separating their perception.

Before the mutant could react, he found that the dagger in his hand was gone, and instead it was stuck in his heart.

With a gentle push, Los pinned the deformed person, who had transformed into his own appearance, to the living room wall.

The deformed creature stared wide-eyed, dying with its eyes wide open, blood flowing down the ground.

Los looked at the young man hanging on the wall as if he were killing himself.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape, the wise man gave him some advice.

“From today onwards, there will be no more vice-captain Xuanse.”

Los glanced around the apartment. After several months as Blackie, this identity ended today.

With the little time left, he could also focus on going to outer space to bask in the sunlight.

……

"Xuanse, you must be at the Vought Group headquarters today! This is an order!"

"No, no, it should be said this way."

A man from the motherland stood alone in the president's office, talking to himself.

He puffed out his chest, hands on his hips, and said domineeringly to himself, "Loss, did you watch TV today? I did it, I entered the White House. Do you think there's anything that needs adjusting?"

"No, no, how about we just leave it at that?"

The Chinese man, shaking his tense face, subconsciously patted the shoulder of the chair and forced out a gentle smile:

"I heard you're sick. Take good care of yourself and I'll be waiting for you to come back."

Clang!

The door suddenly opened, and the countryman was about to explode in anger, only to find that the person who came in was his own son, Ryan.

"Father."

Compared to a month ago, Ryan had grown noticeably taller, and he said with anticipation, "Can you take me to see the Godfather? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Of course."

The Chinese man shrugged and immediately said gently, "We can visit him together and have dinner."

He walked out of the president's office with his son Ryan, chatting and laughing.

Just then, Ashley rushed to the door in a panic, scattering the documents she was holding all over the floor.

“Station, Ashley, the sky is falling.”

The Chinese woman, who was in a good mood, surprisingly didn't vent her anger on Ashley.

Ashley looked at her countrymen in alarm, then at Ryan.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

At this moment, the wise man also walked out of the vice president's office and said in a deep voice, "Our motherland, just now, the deputy captain, Xuan Se, he..."

The next moment, the bright smiles on the faces of the people of the motherland froze instantly.

God, collapsed.

……

America's cape flutters.

The people of the motherland fell from the sky and saw the black apartment building in front of them engulfed in flames, with the fierce flames shooting into the sky.

At the scene, Walter staff wearing protective suits were lifting out a tall body covered with a white sheet.

Using X-ray vision might allow for immediate confirmation.

But the people of our motherland hesitated.

He walked forward slowly, step by step, his steps heavy as if pressing down on a small mountain.

The people from the motherland reached out and lifted the white cloth off the stretcher.

Looking at the young and handsome face beneath the white sheet, he pursed his lips tightly, suddenly recalling the first time they met:

"Believe me, Mr. John, we will save the plane. You will become a god among men, your patriotism rivaling that of the gods!"

Inside the bar, the young man danced excitedly and said earnestly, "Let's become monsters together, let's become gods together, we won't be alone!"

The voices of the younger generation still echo from the family gathering over the campfire:

“Mr. John, it doesn’t matter. We are the strongest.”

When the Childhood Research Institute was being destroyed, Los asked him, "Are you satisfied at this moment, Mr. John?"

The Chinese people clenched their fists in anger and confusion.

Did he feel satisfied after reaching the top of the White House?

Not at all; on the contrary, I felt even more lonely and desolate.

"Vice Captain!"

The locomotive was moving very fast, far exceeding Shockwave, and was the second to arrive at the stretcher.

He clutched his burning chest, staring at the young man's corpse on the stretcher, his eyes bulging with rage, roaring, "Who did this? Who did it?!"

A car stopped.

The wise man led Ryan out of the car, and the other members of the Super Seven, including Quake and Firecracker, also rushed to the scene.

The locomotive's furious growl still echoed above the burning apartment: "Find the killer! I'm going to kill him!"

"godfather!"

Ryan immediately rushed forward, and the wise man reached out to grab him, but found that he couldn't hold on at all; the other party's strength was terrifying!

Shockwave looked at the corpse, smacked his lips, and didn't seem to care.

The firecracker girl, suppressing a laugh, stepped forward and comforted her compatriot, saying, "Captain, you're just an ordinary person, you're practically a god!"

The people of the motherland also tried to convince themselves.

Yes, he's just an ordinary person, the kind of ordinary person I despise the most.

Vulnerable and incompetent, they are merely tools.

God doesn't care...

Before the woman with the firecrackers could finish speaking, a hand wearing a red glove grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

The Chinese man grabbed the woman with firecrackers by the neck with one hand, nearly cracking her cervical bones, and said in a low voice:

"He has a name, 'Loss'! Your vice-captain! Ryan's godfather!!"

The Chinese people took one last look at the young man's body, their hearts empty, as if something was missing.

He suddenly understood.