He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

As Los predicted.

Half a minute later.

The turbulence on the plane did not lessen; instead, it became more intense and out of control. Homelander and Queen Maeve hurriedly stepped out of the cockpit.

Homelander looked the same as before, still maintaining an impeccable smile, saying reassuring words that the problem had been solved.

Only Queen Maeve's delicate face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with panic, as she spoke in hushed tones, engaging in a heated discussion with Homelander.

at this point.

Los knew very well that Homelander was about to abandon the out-of-control plane, and Queen Maeve, who was Wonder Woman's successor, couldn't persuade him otherwise.

The people of the motherland will never allow themselves to be stained with the mark of a rescue failure.

What should we do now?

Even if he could strengthen his clothes, Los felt he couldn't withstand the impact of falling from a height of 10,000 meters. Even if he survived by chance, he would probably face a frenzied attack and be silenced by Homelander.

The dangers faced by the homelanders are far greater than those of ordinary robbers.

Just as Los was racking his brains, trying to figure out a way to survive, a deep and powerful voice suddenly rang out.

"Give me control of your body, and I'll help you get out of here."

The sound didn't come from beside my ears, but from the bottom of my heart, or rather, from the depths of my soul.

Los, seated, felt the noise of the surrounding passengers gradually subside, and the argument between Homelander and Queen Maeve not far away came to a standstill.

Time seemed to stand still, and the world became quieter than ever before.

Los closed his eyes again, his perception shifting from the out-of-control cabin at 10,000 meters altitude to a small, enclosed space filled with a mysterious red glow.

This place is like the edge of the universe, the end of life.

There was no other light, no gaps, no sound.

Deep within the silent, red glow, only a mysterious man dressed in a blue metallic battle suit sat in a corner, his hair disheveled.

He was very tall, and even though his body was withered and decayed, appearing thin and hunched, his superior skeletal structure still supported his battle-worn lead armor.

His withered skin had lost its life-giving luster, his eyelids carried a gloomy death aura, yet his chest still bore the golden, S-shaped emblem of glory, leaving behind an inviolable sense of oppression even in death.

"Superman?"

Los looked incredulous.

That's clearly a Kryptonian totem!

But the Superman before my eyes is very different from the Superman I remember.

In every DC universe, Superman is the protagonist and the pinnacle of power—that's undeniable!

The Superman before us, however, is like a prisoner, walking alone in a dark and sunless prison to the end of his own destiny and life.

"With my power, those outsiders are nothing."

The dead Superman raised his sharp, chiseled jaw, his cheeks adorned with cold, metallic armor, and his aloof and domineering eyes were revealed through his disheveled bangs.

Even if I am imprisoned for many years under the radiation of the red sun, even if I die alone here.

His deep tone still showed disdain for his fellow countrymen, exuding an air of domineering authority and pressure from someone in a superior position.

Los suddenly remembered who the other person was.

He is indeed a superman, but an unjust one!

An alliance that abandons all moral principles in pursuit of absolute justice, creating an unjust one.

An extreme superhuman who attempts to dictate the entire world with superhuman strength!

He almost succeeded, but fell at the last moment.

If one could obtain the power of Injustice, Homelander would indeed be nothing, as both his superhuman strength and dictatorial methods would be absolutely superior.

As Los was thinking about this, a memory of a special ability and how to use it suddenly entered his mind, as if it were something he was born with.

That's a special ability Superman possesses called the "Biofield," which allows him to perfectly control his power to interact with external objects.

So easily, he obtained a bio-force field?

Los instinctively wanted to get closer to the dead Injustice Superman to gain more of their abilities, but then he suddenly heard a hoarse whisper from a third party behind him.

"Just a friendly reminder, don't go any further, kid."

Are there more experts?

Los turned around at the sound, and the scene before him was even more astonishing than when he saw Injustice Superman.

This is a city battlefield after a brutal war, filled with broken walls and ruins.

The sky was still burning, the earth was devastated, and the world was like a furnace, with blood and ashes scattered everywhere.

In the crumbling New York, an old man in crimson armor lies on a collapsed wall, his back to the last rays of the setting sun.

Half of his body was charred black, and his armor and flesh were indistinguishable. The golden glove on his right hand was almost fused with his mangled body.

The energy engine in his chest went out, and his weathered eyes revealed weariness.

Is it real, Iron Man?

Los's brain went blank for a moment.

The hero who sacrificed himself in Marvel's Avengers: Endgame, the world's richest man and playboy, Tony Stark?

Iron Man and Injustice Superman, how did these two end up together?

As Ross looked at the dead Iron Man, he glanced back at the dead Injustice Superman, and a sudden realization flashed through his mind.

No, they're not mixed up together.

It was their very existence that bound these two spirits, who died in different American comic book universes, together.

Although they are undead, it seems like we can talk to them?

Ross politely inquired, "Mr. Iron Man, what did you mean just now?"

"I learned a lesson when I was very young: free things are always the most expensive. If something can be solved with money, I'm even willing to spend several times more."

The deceased Iron Man smirked and casually said, "Hand over your body to him, and he can certainly help you escape. But what happens after you're free?"

This isn't Gotham, so don't try to be a riddle teller.

Los frowned, turned to look at the dead Injustice Superman, and tentatively asked:

"If I give my body to you, after you help me escape, will I still be myself?"

The dead Injustice Superman did not respond, but simply stared at him with calm eyes, as if to tell him it was a good deal.

Los knew the answer.

He had no doubt that with the full power of Injustice Superman, they could easily escape from the plane and even overpower Homelander.

However, after escaping, one may be completely controlled by the power of the Unjust Superman and lose oneself.

This is the Unjust Superman, not a god among men, but the dictator of the world, the solitary king of the universe!

In other words, this is a Kryptonian demon god with superhuman strength who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals!

Los realized that he had been too careless in dealing with the undead.

Even though they are dead, they were once at the pinnacle of their respective American comic book universes, possessing unparalleled wisdom and abilities.

"Mr. Iron Man".

Los turned around, wanting to thank the deceased Iron Man, but before he could speak, something else inexplicably occurred to him—

Injustice Superman, as the king of a dictatorial world, is not worthy of trust.

Can we easily trust the dead Iron Man?

If they are now spirits of the dead, and this is the only way they can contact the outside world, could they have other purposes?

The person in front of me is a genius with an IQ of 270.

The deceased Iron Man noticed Los's hesitation, seemed to guess his thoughts, and instead showed an admiring look:

"That's it. You're much smarter than Peter. Don't trust any dead spirits, including me."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"You already have the solution to break the deadlock on the plane. If you can extricate yourself through your own efforts, we might be able to discuss a real deal in the future."

In the next instant, a piece of professional knowledge about "Aircraft Structures" and "Mechanical Analysis" entered Los's mind.

Iron Man generously replied, "This is an extra gift; consider it a small token of our greeting."

Exiting the mysterious soul space, Los's senses returned to the nearly out-of-control Boeing plane, and time began to flow again.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the Boeing aircraft was on the verge of going out of control, and the oxygen masks on each seat had already deployed on their own.

Los quickly reviewed the situation in his mind.

Gained a new ability: [Biofield].

New knowledge: Aircraft Structures and Mechanical Analysis.

Stark, you big dog, you're just a professional? At least give me some Anti-Homelander armor!

Los looked down at his hands, and soon seemed to have thought of a way to break the deadlock. He immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and walked toward Homelander.