He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

"No need, Becca."

But the people from the motherland waved their hands and stopped Becca.

He pointed to his azure eyes and smiled kindly, "I have X-ray vision, so I can see. Just a glance at him from outside is enough."

Becca was somewhat stunned.

In my memory, my countrymen, who are usually violent and domineering, have never been so gentle except in front of the television media.

Now that the other party is in the White House, there's no need to keep up the act.

"I'll be back after I've prepared dinner."

After giving a brief explanation from their compatriots, they turned around and flew away, as if noon was just a trivial matter to attend to.

"and many more."

Becca called him back, hesitatingly saying, "If you can come back tonight, dance with me."

"Okay," the ancestor agreed, and flew into the sky and left.

Watching her compatriots disappear into the distance, a hint of resentment flashed in Becca's eyes as she muttered to herself, "Dancing with you? That's impossible in this lifetime."

When you have something to rely on in your heart and have experienced fleeting happiness, you will feel even more desperate when you fail.

Becca closed the cabin door. "This is my revenge on you, a curse for life."

A somber atmosphere permeates New York and Washington during the winter.

The declaration of war was announced globally, and many local residents began evacuating overnight yesterday.

The two magnificent cities were empty, but there were many drones and fixed cameras filming the White House and the Vought Group headquarters.

The White House office.

The wise man wanted to find his homeland, but found that he could not contact them at all, so he had to send Ashley to search for them.

There are still one or two hours left before it's time to declare war!

The wise man frowned and whispered, "Could our people have really fled?"

Although she didn't help her countrymen obtain Compound V, she didn't believe the other side would lose easily.

A hero's identity can be fabricated, and childhood stories can be made up.

The most powerful superhuman in modern times—this title is no joke!

Moreover, the Vought Group now controls the Empire's power and the vast majority of superhumans, making them incredibly powerful!

The city of New York covered in frost and snow.

A young and beautiful white woman stood on the roof of a building tens of meters high, intending to jump to her death.

But at that moment, the American flag cape fell from the sky along with the gray and white snowflakes.

The white girl stared in astonishment at the terrifying presence that had landed behind her. "Fatherlander?"

"it's me."

The people of our motherland are trying to take a step forward.

The white girl turned pale and raised her hand to stop him, saying, "Don't come any closer, or I'll jump!"

She had recently heard a lot of rumors about her motherland. This guy was a real dictator, a demon who killed without blinking an eye, and the strongest monster who tried to become a god!

The pressure from the other party can be more terrifying than the threat of death.

The man from the motherland casually said, "You can try jumping down. With my abilities, I can catch you no matter what."

The white girl swallowed hard, bit her lip, and said desperately, "What do you want me to do?"

"Let's chat for a few minutes."

The Chinese man, with an unquestionable tone, approached the white girl, lifted his cape, and sat down on the edge of the rooftop.

"You sit down too!"

Faced with the domineering words of her compatriots, the white girl sat down on the edge of the rooftop in a panic.

The people of the motherland sat on the rooftop, looking at the city that they once longed for, where crowds of people cheered for them, now turned into a desolate wasteland.

He asked the white girl, "Why did you jump off the building?"

"I……"

The white woman recounted her experience of being lied to and cheated on by her boyfriend, her voice trembling.

"Is it really such a small matter?"

The Chinese man gently suggested, "I'll go kill your boyfriend for you."

The white girl covered her mouth, almost crying in fright.

"Just kidding."

The people of the motherland raised their hands and smiled broadly.

He looked at the white girl and said inexplicably, "Actually, sometimes I'm quite envious of you."

The white girl looked at her Chinese compatriots with a strange expression and a blank stare.

Envious of yourself?

This doesn't sound like something someone who's the world's strongest, has entered the White House, and wants to become a god would say.

Don't you think you can get whatever you want with ease? Don't you think you can do whatever you want?

"Today, you can still choose to jump or not."

The Chinese man smiled broadly and said casually, "From a very young age, I embarked on a path that was not for ordinary people. I did many things to please the Vought Group. Now there is no turning back, and I can only keep moving forward."

Even if I lose, even if I die, I will not turn back!

He smiled knowingly, as if he had completely reconciled with the past, and looked at the white girl with icy eyes.

"So, no matter how many times you jump before noon, I won't let you die."

The patriot said domineeringly, "After all, I still can't be satisfied just by watching you die or killing you, so I might as well let you live."

"At least, you witnessed my strongest moments, didn't you?"

As noon approached, the people of the motherland slowly rose from the rooftop and gazed at the White House.

Just as he was about to leave, the white girl suddenly called out to him and asked:

"Fatherlanders, will you... win?"

"Of course."

The fact that the people of our motherland did not turn back seems to be stating a fact:

"We are the strongest."

Above the Earth.

Breaking through the stratosphere and the Kármán line, reaching deep space even further than the sun-synchronous orbit.

It is a place about 150 kilometers above the land surface, where sunlight can always reach.

The Earth-Ground Lagrange L1 point.

With his upper body bare, Los floated in space, arms outstretched, letting the sunlight wash over him, allowing his condition to reach its current peak.

His black hair was entwined with the blazing sunlight, and his tall, bronze-colored body resembled a perfect figure crafted with top-notch craftsmanship, his skin also radiating the glow of the sun.

At this moment.

He felt that he had broken through a certain threshold, and the genetic constitution of the engineering-type Kryptonians seemed to have grown to a certain stage.

He has reached a height of 1.87 meters and possesses astonishing strength.

It's like climbing straight to the top of a mountain, only to find that there's no one behind you when you look back.

I am stronger now than I planned!

Los flew back to the sun-synchronous orbit, found the artificial satellite that served as a beacon, and put on the vibranium suit that the anti-Chinese people had prepared in space.

Then, he plummeted straight down, breaking through the heat barrier, with his goal of reaching the White House.

Episode 096: The Battle for the White House, the Ultimate Showdown!

Washington, D.C., is shrouded in thick, lead-laden clouds.

In the solemn atmosphere, even the heavy snow stopped, and the American flag fluttered in the cold wind.

The ancestor floated above the dome of the White House, a symbol of imperial power, with dozens of superhumans taking flight around him, and hundreds or even thousands more gathering around the White House.

These superhumans are all Vought Group members, terrorists, and test subjects of Compound V, willing to follow their motherland in establishing a dictatorial empire.

Most superhumans are bulletproof, and their combat capabilities are unmatched by ordinary armies.

The drones flying in the sky work in conjunction with fixed cameras on the ground to film the scene and broadcast it around the world.

Many journalists and online influencers even risked their lives to stay on the rooftops of buildings in New York and Washington, D.C., to conduct live commentary.

This declaration of war, a superhuman war, is destined to be recorded in history and will influence the future of the world.

The wise man, sitting firmly behind the Vought Group, tacitly approved of the filming and live streaming by people at the scene.

If the Chinese people and the Vought Group lose this battle, then everything will be over.

If they win, they will completely control the empire and take over the world!

At this moment, the world's attention is focused on the White House.

Billions of people are using their mobile phones, or sitting in front of televisions and computers, and even the advertising screens on the streets are broadcasting live.

As for the two cities that declared war, Washington and New York, the people who remained held their breath in tension, so quiet that they could hear the soft rustling of falling snowflakes.

The moment when the time for declaring war arrives.

The dark clouds above Washington suddenly parted!

The golden sunlight, like a blade of light, pierced through the dim and desolate city in an instant.

As the light shone down.

A tall figure clad in red and blue metallic armor descended from the sky, with the blue light of the new version of the Ark Reactor shining from his chest, hovering in the square in front of the White House, looking directly at the people of his motherland.

"There can only be one God in this world."

The people of the motherland looked at the armored iron men falling from the sky, their presence imposing without anger.

The opponent's metal helmet was mixed with malachite, and the armor was made of various materials.

However, perhaps, like before, there is no one inside at all.

"You shouldn't have come to the White House; this is my territory!"

The cold words of the motherland had just fallen.

A massive, black fighter jet, resembling alien technology, appeared 10,000 meters above the White House and dropped a sophisticated missile toward Los Angeles.

More than a dozen advanced fighter jets also flew towards the White House, attempting to encircle and annihilate Los!

Los was alone, facing a horde of enemies, including missiles, as if the whole world was against him.

He suddenly laughed: "Your territory, huh?"

hum!

Los, piloting the vibranium armor of the anti-nationalist, roared into the sky.

A person is in the air.

Los threw a punch straight down, slamming it into the sophisticated missile that was falling from the sky!

The instant the armored fist clashed with the metal bullet—

Boom!

A burst of fire and light exploded in the sky above the White House Square, shaking the air for dozens of meters, and the heat wave evaporated frost and snow.

Los burst out of the orange-red blast wave, smashing through the fuselage of an advanced fighter jet in the process!

The wreckage of the fighter jet disintegrated and scattered, with bursts of flame swirling around it.