He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Hill looked at Nick, and the two exchanged a glance.

The conversation with Superman Ross went even more smoothly than I had imagined.

It was also because Los was too cooperative.

Furthermore, the existence of a Superman who doesn't kill is a situation they would welcome.

Hill was about to say something when Nick pointed to his ear and put his index finger to his lips.

Hill immediately understood what the director meant.

There are ears behind the wall.

Until the intelligence department sent a message that they detected that Los had returned to New York City.

Even though they were hundreds of kilometers apart, Nick still carefully led Hill in an elevator to the secret manufacturing plant located dozens of floors below the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

At this moment.

Inside the vast underground factory, countless S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel are building three enormous, metallic-looking vessels.

As Hill walked down the semi-transparent underground corridor, he asked, "Chief, can we believe what he just said?"

Nick narrowed his single eye slightly, remained silent for a moment, and replied, "Whether we believe it or not, this is the best outcome for now."

With a hint of helplessness in his tone.

He subconsciously reached inside his coat and felt something in his pocket, which put his mind at ease.

Nick regained his composure and said, "As long as he behaves himself and obeys the law, S.H.I.E.L.D. has no need to be hostile to him. We can even provide him with some assistance. Otherwise, we will subdue him no matter the cost."

Hill looked at the director in surprise.

According to the director, there seems to be a hidden means to check and balance Superman Ross.

Hill pondered, "Then we still need to monitor him? Place an agent next to him?"

This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s consistent practice towards key figures; they've treated Iron Man and Captain America the same way.

“It can be arranged, but not ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.”

Nick thought for a moment and added, "Black Widow won't work either."

The difficulty of this surveillance was extraordinary.

As for Black Widow, her identity is too obvious; she probably exposed her purpose during the Battle of New York.

"In that case..."

Hill suggested, "It would be best if it wasn't an active S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, so that even if we were exposed, it wouldn't be a problem for S.H.I.E.L.D."

“You’re right,” Nick nodded.

After being reminded by his female assistant Hill, he suddenly remembered a very suitable candidate.

He pondered for a moment, then instructed Hill, "Go and retrieve a copy of 084's classified S.H.I.E.L.D. file."

Hill was jolted.

In S.H.I.E.L.D., the files of codename 084 are all unknown individuals or objects that S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot analyze.

Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, was also an unknown item recorded under that codename.

But according to the director, the file he was asked to submit this time seems to refer to a mysterious figure?

After Hill retrieved the files and left, Nick stood alone in the underground factory corridor, taking out the object he had touched earlier from his pocket—it was clearly a communicator.

The small communicator is entirely black with a somewhat retro design. It has a display screen with a distinctive gold eight-pointed star logo.

He stared at the communicator for a long time, then finally put it back in his pocket without pressing the call button.

On the other side.

Emerging from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top-secret room, Hill had obtained the copy of the 084 classified file that Nick had mentioned.

She turned to the first page, which contained a simple personal profile of a girl:

Name: Daisy Johnson (now known as Skye)

Age: 17 years old

Occupation: Member of the hacker group 'Tide'

Experience: He once hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. firewall online and left a comment saying, "This wall is so old and it's still not fixed."

……

Hill was surprised after reading the first page.

Isn't she just a young, rebellious girl with some hacking skills? She's a perfect candidate to be planted next to Superman Ross to monitor him.

Wait, she quickly realized.

Ordinary humans could never be listed in File 084. They must either have been involved in supernatural events or be supernatural beings themselves!

121 Superman Like the Sun

A week has passed.

Online discussions about Superman Ross have not stopped; in fact, they have become increasingly heated, forming a trend.

After all.

Since Los arrived at the Battle of New York and resolved the alien invasion war in one fell swoop.

In New York City, which is still in the process of reconstruction, the crime rate has dropped by 90% compared to the past.

Some criminals who wanted to take advantage of the chaos were packed up and sent to the police station along with their filth on the same day.

That's right, it was packed with rope and hung securely at the entrance of the police station.

This seemed to be just a side effect for Mr. Superman.

He doesn't just operate in New York City; his activities extend to cities like Washington and Chicago.

Sometimes people not only see his flying suit in North America, but also on the other side of the world, on the other side of the earth, they can see that red cape fluttering in the blue sky.

Los is not just about fighting criminals.

This includes, but is not limited to, volcanic eruptions, floods, earthquakes, avalanches, and tsunamis.

This is something the Avengers want to do, but are unable to attend to due to their limited resources.

Combating human criminals and terrorist organizations is difficult enough, let alone fighting natural disasters on one's own.

This isn't a question of whether or not to want to, but rather whether or not it can be done.

Only Los could easily withstand natural disasters.

His name is gradually becoming synonymous with 'hope' in the Marvel universe.

……

That evening.

A large theater in New York.

Amidst the cheers and laughter of the people.

Happy, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looked up at the theater entrance.

On a bench, two suspicious-looking middle-aged men were conducting some kind of transaction, unnoticed by those around them.

As Tony Stark's driver and bodyguard, Happy keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Is this a live drug transaction?

He had a bad feeling about this, something even more terrifying than this kind of transaction.

After one of the white men left.

Happy didn't hesitate and walked towards the man who remained on the bench, looking somewhat dazed.

Just as Happy was about to get close to the other side.

A hand landed on his shoulder from behind.

Happy turned around with a start and saw the white man who had just left.

Clearly, he had been exposed.

The white man stared at him coldly and warned, "Mind your own business."

Happy immediately took action, his obese body displaying astonishing agility as he attempted to subdue the man.

As a result, the other party pushed his tall and fat body several meters away with just one hand!

Amidst the panicked cries of the crowd.

Happy landed hard on his backside on the floor in front of the theater, utterly terrified.

That is definitely not a power that normal humans can possess!

He glanced quickly at the white man, then his gaze was soon drawn to the second man who remained on the bench.

The other person was swallowing some kind of mysterious drug, and it seemed as if molten lava was flowing inside their body. Heat emanated from their skin, making them look like a self-igniting powder keg.

"Help me, I'm losing control!"

The man whispered in anguish.

His entire body glowed, his heat surged, and then he suddenly exploded!

Happy, along with several citizens at the theater entrance, watched helplessly as the man's body exploded not far in front of them.

Like detonating explosives, terrifying light and shockwaves swept outwards, beginning to reap lives.

Happy lay on the ground, his mind blank.

Finished!

He had no time to react, and even if he did, it was too late to escape the blast zone.

At this critical juncture...

A tall figure descended from the sky, blocking Happy's path, his red cape billowing as it swept forward, engulfing the swirling blast of energy!

laugh!

Hot winds blew, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The self-destruction, which was powerful enough to destroy a ten-meter radius, was contained within a one-meter radius, and the fierce flames were also blocked by the young man's figure.

Happy stared wide-eyed at the black-haired youth standing in front of him.

In his eyes, the other person was simply a god.

No, it is more sacred and great than those ethereal and aloof gods.

"It's Mr. Superman."

The other rescued citizens and children also showed smiles of relief, looking at Los, who had arrived at the scene and instantly turned the tide.

Happy quickly reminded him, "There's one more."

“I know,” Los said softly.

With the red cloak swaying.

Happy only saw a blur before his eyes, and the young man disappeared from the spot.

Just as he got up from the ground, he saw Los carrying the white man he had previously traded with in one hand, floating back to the theater entrance.

"Damn it, let me go!"

The white man struggled continuously.

A faint red glow emanated from his body, making him seem like a heat source, distorting the air with temperatures of several hundred degrees Celsius.

The opponent's abilities were clearly more stable than the man who self-destructed. In addition to generating his own heat, his strength and physique were also significantly enhanced.

pity.

In Los's hands, they were still no different from ordinary people.

"Let's calm down."