He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Queen Maeve firmly stated, "I was prepared long ago, six months ago."

Kate quickly replied, "Godokin University is ready for war."

"This day is really coming; the world is undergoing a major transformation."

The person lighting the lamp sighed, yet was filled with anticipation.

Jordan, unable to contain his excitement, asked again, "Boss, really? Tomorrow?!"

Los nodded slightly:

"Yes, let's declare war on Walter and the White House, and let everyone witness that we will take over the world."

……

Late at night, inside a warehouse.

An aging and faded geisha was tied to a chair, with a butcher standing guard beside her.

The butcher's gaze was deep and thoughtful.

Now, all the other members of the Black Robe Scouts have been imprisoned in the Freedom Camp, leaving only him.

The hacker Iron Man has also disappeared.

The butcher waits for the bomb's field of vision to arrive, in exchange for the first-generation compound V in the other's possession.

By injecting himself with the drug, he might gain the strength to fight against his motherland.

The butcher pondered to himself that he had once considered training Ryan for revenge, but Ryan was closer to his countrymen than he had imagined.

Since that's the case, then I'll do it myself.

As the butcher was pondering, a figure descended from the sky and landed lightly in the warehouse.

It must be the bomb's field of vision returning; as long as it's not a Chinese citizen, it's fine...

The butcher looked in the direction of the sound and was quickly stunned, his mouth agape.

"Loss, how could it be you?"

The butcher stared in astonishment at the black-haired youth who had appeared in the warehouse. It was none other than the long-lost hacker, Iron Man, Los.

"Why can't it be me?"

Los spoke softly as he walked toward the old geisha who had been kidnapped by the butcher.

The butcher frowned.

He then realized that Los was not carrying any technological devices.

How did they just fall from the sky?

The butcher removed his glove, and black tentacles wriggled on his severed right hand. He said warily to Los, "Get back! I won't let you near her!"

Unmoved, Los continued walking toward the geisha.

"Don't blame me!"

The butcher raised his right hand, and a dozen black tentacles lunged at Los.

Los glanced sideways, his eyes glowing red.

Two scorching crimson rays pierced the night, severing the black tentacles that were reaching forward. The cut surfaces of the tentacles sizzled as they melted!

"Loss, did you also inject temporary compound number five?"

Looking at the heat laser that resembled that of the people in their motherland, the butcher opened his eyes wide in surprise and doubt.

He believed that injecting this stuff would severely shorten his lifespan, and that someone of Iron Man's wealth would not get it.

Los shook his head.

He stopped pretending, laid his cards on the table, and let out a sigh of relief.

It was just a breath, yet a chilling wind suddenly arose from nowhere.

The cold air froze the still-wriggling tentacles on the ground and on the butcher's body into ice, even freezing the sharp hooks and crowbars that the butcher had secretly hidden behind his back.

The butcher stared blankly at Los, who seemed like a completely different person, while the fearful brain tumor tentacles recognized him even faster than he did.

"It's you, Black Iron Man, how is this possible..."

The butcher's mind is a mess.

He was too calculating, believing himself to be an equal partner with the wise man, but he never imagined that he would be part of the scheme.

As the food froze and life slowly died off, the butcher's jaw trembled, as if he were laughing.

People of our motherland, if you find...

The Butcher, Billy Botchet.

He died here.

Los stepped forward, picked up the bound geisha, and flew away from the scene.

On the night sky.

A white male figure, like a humanoid missile, broke the sound barrier and flew towards the warehouse.

He kept accelerating, so much so that even when he saw Los carrying his lover high in the air, he still couldn't stop!

With one hand holding the geisha, Los quickly extended his other hand to block the bomb's field of vision, which was like a human missile.

"Don't!"

The bomber cried out in panic.

However, the scene of the other person being smashed to pieces, as expected, did not happen.

The bomb's field of vision felt like it had hit a thick steel plate. The impact itself was enough to blast a hole in the ground, but it was slowed down by the even greater force coming from the opponent's hand.

Los caught the bomb hurtling overhead like a ball.

The bomber immediately checked on his lover and, finding that she was alright, breathed a sigh of relief.

He said in a deep voice, "Although I don't know who you are, you're here for the medicine too, right?"

Los responded softly, "Bomb vision, I'll give you two choices."

"First, I can make you lose the effects of Compound No. 5, allowing you to grow old with your loved one."

"Second, I can replicate Compound No. 5 from Generation 1 and give you another one."

He said firmly, "No matter what, you can't keep Compound No. 5 in your possession."

The bomb's vision fell silent. Now, forces from all sides of the world, especially the people of his motherland, are searching for him.

Compound No. 5 of the first generation is indeed beyond saving.

The bomber asked, "Can you arrange a safe place for us?"

Los said calmly, “There’s a place in the Middle East that would be perfect for you.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, after tomorrow, you won't need to worry about the people of our motherland anymore."

"Why?" Bomb Vision looked bewildered.

At the same time.

At the headquarters of the Vought Group, the wise man stood up from his chair, staring in astonishment at the message given by the intelligence department.

Is this a declaration of war?

Now, led by their own people, they control the White House, and superhumans are stationed in the military. Who dares to declare war?!

095 The motherland is ready to fight, will you win?

night.

The Chinese, along with the soldier boy, hurriedly returned to the headquarters of the Vought Group.

Along the way, he could hear the cheers of citizens on the streets of New York, as if the declaration of war between the Vought Group and the White House was a good thing.

"What exactly happened?"

With a stern face, the Chinese man barged into the vice president's office and questioned the wise man.

The wise man's face was also somewhat pale, and he said in a deep voice, "It is Radiant City that has launched a formal declaration of war against us, which will take place tomorrow at noon."

The Chinese man squinted and said, "I know, the Sun God, advanced steel armor."

After being forced back by four armored steel suits last time, he had the wise man investigate the situation there and learned that there was a local legend of a human god who controlled the armored steel suits.

Sun god.

The wise man said seriously, "Our foundation is unstable. We were once eager to use superhuman strength to break into the White House and used many methods."

"As a result, nowadays, others can use even stronger forces to oust us from power. Their formal declaration of war can even win popular support and covert support from various countries and sectors."

She continued, "They also admitted that they stole the first-generation compound five drug."

"Stronger?"

The Chinese man scoffed, clenched his fist, and said in a deep voice, "I am the strongest!"

The soldier boy shrugged and said, "It's hard to say. The other side must have considerable strength to be able to take away the bomb's field of vision. They must also have some trump cards to dare to declare war on you."

On the spot, perhaps only he dared to refute his compatriots; neither the wise man nor Ashley dared to point this out.

"If you run away tomorrow, I won't call you a coward."

The soldier boy spread his arms wide and comforted his compatriots, saying, "It's normal to be afraid of death."

"You're a coward! You're the fucking coward!"

The Chinese man looked at the soldier boy and could no longer hold back, directly revealing his dark past: "I have seen your information in the Vought Group."

"Your enlistment was all a sham; you've never been on a battlefield. You're a real coward and weakling!"

He scoffed, "Your brother is the real hero who went to the battlefield. You're just using Compound V to package yourself as a superhuman and pretend to be a tough guy!"

The soldier boy's wide eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at his motherland.

His burly body trembled slightly, and he fell silent.

The scene of a loving father and filial son made the wise man shake his head.

Only the truth can hurt people the most and is the easiest to break their defenses.

She shouted a reminder: "There's not much time left. We must prepare for war, contact the military we control, terrorist organizations, capitalist forces, and the superhumans who have joined Vought!"

The wise man raised the tuft of hair on the bridge of his nose and analyzed, "We can also use this battle to bring America into wartime and gain a higher status and more rights!"

The soldier boy was silent for a moment, then raised his resolute face, gently exhaled, and said in a deep voice to his countrymen:

"If you're scared, I can give you special training tonight, at least so you won't be as afraid of the battlefield as I am."

He turned his face away, his true feelings revealed, and said, "No matter what, my son, even if you lose, don't make it look so bad."

The people of the motherland stared blankly at the soldier boy.

In the end, it turns out you were standing beside me, Father.

He suddenly remembered the figure of a black-haired youth.

If only the other person could stand by and pat me on the shoulder right now.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The Chinese people, dressed in their usual blue battle uniforms and waving American flag capes, arrived at the cabin in the secret community of Water.

He saw two sun chairs in the yard and the extinguished campfire in the fireplace inside the house.

I also saw a heartwarming photo taken by my son Ryan with an instant camera, showing the four of us enjoying dinner.

Things are wrong.

The wooden door suddenly opened, and Becca walked out of the living room, explaining to the countrymen standing outside the cabin, "Ryan is still asleep. I haven't told him about you."

She hesitated for a moment, then, in her usual conciliatory tone, negotiated with her compromising compatriots:

"Could you wait a moment while I go and wake him up?"