He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

In this world, perhaps no one will ever understand me like this again.

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? 093 Soldier Boy Thawed

The soldier boy gradually regained consciousness and found himself lying on a soft bed, his original metal armor replaced by a well-fitting red T-shirt and pure white shorts.

He clutched his throbbing head, his memory frozen on the moment the chest cannon was released out of control, followed by the explosion as New Black carried him out of the Vought Group building.

The soldier boy looked up with a start and saw a familiar figure leaning against the doorway, a striking cloak draped over his shoulders.

It was his biological son, a fellow countryman!

"What the hell is going on?"

The soldier boy tried to get up, but found that his body had not fully recovered and his joints were very stiff.

"Wait, it's okay."

The man raised his hands and explained, “I don’t want to hurt you. This is my room. You were just frozen for more than half a month. I’ve thawed you.”

Upon hearing this, the soldier boy's face suddenly turned ashen, as if it were more disgusting than eating feces and more painful than death.

Feeling the soreness in his buttocks and the exhaustion yet fullness in his body, he stared wide-eyed at his compatriots and said:

"So, you're using me as a Fiji cup? Getting pleasure from incestuous relationships with me?"

"Of course not!"

Even the people of our motherland couldn't hold back anymore; their facial features were tightly furrowed.

However, he sighed in the end and didn't say anything more.

The silence of his countrymen only strengthened the soldier boy's resolve.

"Fuck! Speak up, speak up! Did you use my mouth?"

He grumbled as he put on his pants, only to see his compatriots leaning against the doorway, staring blankly out the window.

The soldier boy stopped talking.

For some reason, he felt that his countrymen seemed somewhat helpless at that moment.

The soldier boy approached the window and saw a group of people carrying a black coffin surrounded by flowers on the streets of New York, heading towards the New York Cemetery.

He asked curiously, "Who died?"

The Chinese man responded in a low voice: "The vice-captain of the seven-man group, the second-generation Black, Ryan's godfather."

He paused, sniffed, and continued, "His name was Los, but unfortunately the world only knows that he died as Black."

"I remember him; he was a man, a real tough guy."

The soldier boy vividly remembered the two times the second-generation black man faced the chest cannon head-on, and said with great regret, "I'm sorry, I killed him."

"He didn't die from your chest-throwing cannon." The patriot shook his head.

"Wait, is this a state funeral?"

The soldier boy was surprised to find that the American flags near the street were lowered to half-mast, and the black funeral procession was quite grand.

The Chinese man calmly replied, "I'm already in the White House, and now I'm the president. I can do whatever I want."

Today.

Ms. Shetty announced that she was feeling unwell and would temporarily hand over presidential power to Vice President Ashley and the people of her country.

This was actually a private agreement between them, in which Ms. Shetty gave up presidential power in exchange for absolute control of Gododogen University.

Everything is under the control of the wise.

The soldier boy saw the desolation in the eyes of his countrymen. Even though he had entered the White House and was practically a dictator of America, he felt little joy from them.

His expression suddenly turned even uglier. "You bastard, you really are Fuck's gay man!"

Chinese people: "..."

The soldier boy also thought of something else: the name 'Loss' was the same as that of an interesting little rascal he knew, but it was probably just a coincidence.

If I get the chance, I'll have to let that little rascal get a shield to play with.

……

The news of his death, commemorated with a state funeral, spread throughout the world via the news.

The locomotive stood solemnly in front of the New York cemetery, dressed in a black suit, as straight as a pine tree.

He stood alone for a long time, until the frost and snow fell from the dark, heavy clouds, and Huizhong...

The locomotive took a picture of a turtle out of its pocket and placed it in front of the cemetery.

"I really like the gift you gave me. Isn't it a little late to say that?"

The locomotive smiled and clutched its heart.

"I must run, I am older than you, and I want to do what I can still do."

The locomotive took a deep breath, raised its head and straightened its chest, and began to walk again. Although its steps were slow, they were firm and powerful, as if it had finally found its own track.

Clang! Clang!

Inside an empty apartment building in New York.

The brick was smashed against the iron chain, and as sparks continued to fly, the chain finally broke.

Xingguang put down the brick in his hand, dragged the iron chain to the iron window, and looked at the black and white photos on the advertisements of the distant buildings.

Before the tears could even flow from my eyes, they were evaporated by the blinding light.

Starlight knew that Blackie was killed by a superhuman sent by the Wise One, and that the killer mostly used her appearance and identity as a disguise!

She looked up in grief and indignation at the sky obscured by dark clouds, unable to see a single ray of sunlight.

But they must resist!

Starlight dragged the iron chain and struggled to get up from the ground.

Even if her strength is as faint as a firefly, she will still shine her own light in this dark night.

Middle East.

When the news of Xuanse's death drifted across the sea and reached the city at the bottom of the snowy valley on the other side.

Queen Maeve stood frozen in the middle of the street, all the joy she had felt in the city during this time vanished.

The sun in her heart seemed to have gone out as well.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Kenji reached out and waved his hand in front of Maeve's eyes.

"It's nothing."

Maeve shook her head, but tears continued to fall.

Kenji smiled and said, "Let's go, He wants to see you."

"Him? The sun god who liberated this place?"

Dejected, Maeve almost instinctively followed Kenji to a modern building in the city.

After Kenji led the way, he left.

Maeve walked into the building alone. The light and shadow inside were clearly interwoven, with the center being brighter than the outside.

She looked up through the sunlight streaming through the building's openwork dome and saw a young man in a white shirt sitting on a sofa, watching the news broadcast about the black funeral with great interest.

"Los?"

Queen Maeve looked like she'd seen a ghost.

For a moment, she doubted that she was seeing things, looking at the young man Los bathed in sunlight on the sofa, and then at the vice-captain's black coffin being buried in the ground on the television screen.

The young man looked flattered and teased, "Miss Maeve, so you really can feel sorry for me."

Queen Maeve trembled violently.

That tone, that manner of speaking, it really is him!

"Damn it, you're still alive? Wait, are you the sun god?"

Maeve wiped away her tears, feeling both surprised and overwhelmed, her mind nearly exploding.

There's too much information to process all at once!

"Actually, I am also the chairman of Steel Body Industries, and the hacker Iron Man in the Black Robe Inspection Team."

Los smiled.

There are too many identities; there's no room for so many people here.

Of course, none of these previous identities matter anymore; from now on, he will only have one identity.

An aura of power emanated from Los, his gaze sharp as he confidently addressed Queen Maeve:

"Are you ready to take the victory, Miss Maeve?"

? 094 Meeting at the summit, declaring war on the motherland!

Three days later.

Inside an underground studio in the Middle East.

Los stopped using his [Reconstruct] ability and looked at the other Injustice Superman suit that had been created on the workbench.

Rather than being an imitation of Injustice, it's more like a combination of Injustice's suit and Iron Man's armor.

Apart from the helmet, the armor suit is almost entirely made of vibranium, and its thickness is incomparable to the previous lightweight vibranium armor suits.

A veritable anti-Chinese armored force.

The only drawback is that excessively thick vibranium armor can affect the absorption of external sunlight.

Of course, this is on the premise that you can break through it and damage Los, who has an internal engineering Kryptonian physique.

"gentlemen."

Inside the studio, the voice of AI Monday rang out: "The Wise One and the former Black Robe leader Butcher have secretly teamed up, while the Fatherlander has temporarily teamed up with Soldier Boy. Both sides are vying for the only remaining first-generation Compound V reagent in the world."

Los nodded to himself; the combination of the father and son, the father and the soldier boy, did not surprise him.

After all, the two are related by blood.

It was the wise man who collaborated with the butcher.

Clearly, neither of them wanted their countrymen to obtain the first-generation compound 5 and ascend to godhood.

Los asked, "How's their progress over there?"

Monday: "The first-generation compound reagent is in the hands of Bomb Vision, who is also the first superhuman trained by the Vought Group. The Homelanders and Soldier Boys are hunting him down."

"The Butcher has found and kidnapped Bomb Vision's lover. Bomb Vision obviously wants to inject his lover with a drug so they can live forever together."

"That medicine might be a variable; we can't give it to anyone."

Los's eyes flashed as he gave Monday the instruction: "Connect simultaneously—Jordan, Kate, the Lamplighter, and Queen Maeve."

"Yes."

Before long, all four communications were connected by artificial intelligence.

"BOSS".

“Loss.”

"Black?"

Faced with the four people's doubts, Los smiled slightly and calmly instructed, "Everyone, it's time. Get ready."