He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, Los's mood was like that of someone on an airplane—turbulent and oppressive.

Looking at the history of time travelers online, he belongs to the most unlucky group.

Having just stumbled upon a stroke of luck and transmigrated, he ended up on a Boeing passenger plane that had been hijacked by Middle Easterners and was bound for New York. His buffs were already fully stacked.

Four Middle Eastern men, armed with guns and knives, quickly took control of the cabin and cockpit, killing the flight attendants and the captain, without demanding a ransom.

Los couldn't sit still any longer.

Damn it, I just arrived in America and haven't even gotten off the plane yet, and I'm already at the kill line?

Having died once before, he recognized it immediately.

These Middle Eastern hijackers were all fearless and clearly had no intention of landing from the moment they boarded the plane to carry out the hijacking; they were most likely planning a terrorist attack.

Brothers, do you think I can survive this wave?

The only thing that gave Los a sense of relief was that the biggest difference between this world and his previous one was that superpowers existed in this world!

That's right!

This is a world where superpowered individuals, superhumans, and ordinary people coexist!

Los's original form was a member of a superhuman group, whose specific abilities were—

Appropriately strengthen or degrade the non-living things you have come into contact with.

Clearly, this is a support-type superpower, with negligible improvement to individual combat ability.

But Los couldn't care less about that anymore.

If we try our best, we might still survive.

If you were to sit trembling in your seat like the other passengers, praying to God, you'd be dead!

Having just begun his second life, Los has no intention of entrusting his fate to a vague and uncertain God.

The seats are located in the middle section of the passenger plane, near the aisle.

Los had already quietly observed the situation quite thoroughly.

There were four hijackers. The only one with a gun was in the cockpit, while the other three were holding knives and holding more than 100 passengers hostage in the passenger cabin aisle.

At that moment, one of the hijackers in the cabin was walking down the aisle toward Los's seat.

Los took a deep breath, gently stroking the hooded jacket he was wearing with his left hand, and applied the ability [Enhancement].

He tried to tug at it with his hands, and the originally thick fabric of the coat became noticeably stronger.

Hopefully, this reinforced clothing can withstand shots from small-caliber pistols, or at least resist cuts from knives.

at the same time.

Los took off his right canvas shoe and sock, stepped onto the carpet in the adjacent aisle, and applied his power to the carpet and floor through direct physical contact.

【Deterioration】.

The floor may look unchanged, but it is actually cracked inside and prone to denting.

Next, all that's left is for the patrolling, knife-wielding robbers to step into the trap.

Los had already quickly rehearsed the entire operation in his mind.

It's like a Middle Eastern robber stepping on a deteriorated floor, stumbling and falling forward. He takes the opportunity to unbuckle his seatbelt, snatch the robber's knife, and unleash a [reinforced] counterattack.

The ideal is beautiful, but in reality...

Inside the oppressive and turbulent cabin of the passenger plane, 123 passengers trembled in their seats, many sobbing and praying in despair.

Four crew members lay dead on the floor, the air thick with the stench of blood.

A disheveled Middle Eastern man, making no attempt to conceal his appearance, approached the patrolling group in the middle, wielding a small, sharp knife.

With each step closer, Los's heart pounded, his hooded jacket, enhanced by his powers, already soaked with sweat.

Fear is a biological instinct, and besides, in his previous life he had never even killed a chicken or duck, let alone fought with a human.

As the knife-wielding robber was about to pass by him, Los hardened his heart, unbuckled his safety harness, and prepared to launch a sudden attack.

Do it!

But at this moment...

The patrolling robbers, about to step onto the deteriorated floor, suddenly stopped and looked back at a source of strange noises inside the cabin.

An unexpected incident occurred!

Snapped!

The emergency exit of the Boeing aircraft suddenly opened, and the strong pressure difference between the inside and outside of the cabin created a suction force from the outside sky, as if trying to evacuate the cabin!

A Middle Eastern hijacker near the emergency exit was thrown out of the cabin by the howling wind and was thrown into the vast sea of ​​clouds from 10,000 meters in the air.

Faced with this sudden scene.

Everyone in the cabin, including Los and the other two hijackers, was stunned.

Followed by.

Los saw a white woman dressed in dark armor dress swiftly appear in front of the robber next to him, grabbing the tall, burly robber by the neck with one hand and lifting him up.

With a cracking sound, the robber's neck was snapped by the woman in drag!

Curses erupted.

Just as the last Middle Eastern robber in the cabin was about to fight back, two crimson lasers pierced through the air in the cabin faster, melting the robber's body and knife together!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; inside the cabin, all three terrorists were dead.

Stars and stripes appeared, accompanied by a cape with the American flag pattern fluttering in the strong wind, as a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed man peered into the cabin from high above.

Ignoring the pressure difference, he casually closed the emergency door of the cabin, as if he were single-handedly blocking the storm and death, and spread his hands to show everyone an impeccable warm smile.

"Everyone, it's alright now, because I'm here."

The man reassured her in a confident tone.

Looking at the familiar blue battle suit of the cloaked man, and the lingering redness in his eyes, Los's breath hitched.

That is--

"Homelanders!"

In the chaotic cabin, a passenger was the first to call out his name, followed by a collective sigh of relief and expressions of gratitude.

"Thank you, Homelander!"

"I love you, you are the light of God!"

"As expected of the leader of the Super Seven!"

Facing the man draped in the American flag, they showed the excitement of surviving a disaster, and the thrill of seeing a savior and an idol.

"I hereby declare that the plane is safe and you will all be fine."

With a broad smile, the man from Homeland walked across the passenger cabin aisle littered with corpses, waving to each passenger and offering them a warm response and reassurance.

The hijacking scene instantly transformed into a fanatical fan meet-and-greet, breaking the oppressive atmosphere shrouded in death.

Unlike the passengers' jubilation, Los, inside the cabin, was sweating profusely, as if facing a formidable enemy.

As his memories were further processed, he remembered everything.

This world, where superhumans exist, belongs to the American comic book universe, but it's actually the Boys universe where almost all the superheroes have turned to the dark side!

The strongest in this world is the countryman right before my eyes, the Superman who doesn't eat beef!

This self-proclaimed hero, who rose to fame through publicity and packaging, is actually the kind of person who would give you a dirty look if he didn't like you—a complete scumbag!

In Los's memories of his past life.

In the original story, Homelander came to rescue the Boeing plane that had been hijacked by terrorists in order to fight for the right of superhumans to be stationed in the military.

As a result of excessive use of thermal vision, the cockpit of the aircraft was severely damaged, and the Homelanders, unable to rescue the crew, simply watched helplessly as the plane and the lives of more than 100 passengers on board were lost.

Therefore, what awaited this plane was not a savior, but destruction.

The death knell has tolled.

The passengers on board were clearly unaware of this and continued to send Homelander and Queen Maeve, two of the Seven superheroes, off to the cockpit with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"Mr. Homelander, Queen Maeve, wait a moment."

Los stood up, wanting to stop the calamity from happening in the original story, and also to protect himself.

Homelander, who had already reached the driver's side door, turned around and glanced at Los with a puzzled look.

Los quickly got up from his seat, wanting to follow Homelander into the cockpit.

"There's another hijacker in the cockpit, he's armed, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Homelander stopped him by shaking his index finger.

"You don't need to remind me, I have X-ray vision, I can see very clearly."

The man tapped his sharply defined brow bone with his finger, speaking fluently without hesitation.

He looked directly at Los, his face still bearing a gentle and relaxed smile, like kind sunshine.

"Your heart is beating fast, you're clearly scared. I've already told you, it's okay, just sit still and don't move around!"

Although Homelander's tone was calm, Los sensed a hint of impatience in it.

After all, some passengers are still filming with their phones, and for the Homelander, the rescue must be performed flawlessly.

It would damage the reputation of the number one hero if a passenger were needed to remind or help him.

Los could only watch helplessly as Homelander, accompanied by Queen Maeve, pushed open the door and stormed into the cockpit.

Clearly, everything is unfolding just like in the original story, and things are about to reach an irreversible point.

Brothers, do you think I can survive this wave?