He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

Inside a dormitory apartment at Godotkin University.

Faced with Rufus's accusations and pleas for help, Homelander's smile grew even gentler, and he shrugged:

"People like you, just kill them."

"What did you say?" Rufus's heart stopped, and he wondered if he had misheard.

Yes, yes, I must be hallucinating!

Before me stands the greatest superhero in history, a kind-hearted savior!

Homelander looked at Rufus kneeling on the ground with amusement. "You just said that no one dared to kill you, right?"

He pointed to himself and asked, "Do you think I dare?"

"Sir, you must be joking."

Rufus forced a smile, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave, fear welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"I never joke."

The smile on the face of the man from the motherland vanished instantly.

His eyes flashed, and two bright, scorching red beams streaked across the dormitory.

Los watched Rufus die, his belly ripped open by a heat-seeing laser.

Like casually crushing an insect, Patriot stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the scene in his dormitory.

He smiled again: "I've never been to college, and it's quite interesting."

Los didn't flinch and asked confidently, "Mr. Homelander, did you come here to see me?"

"They just happened to be passing by in the sky."

Homelander pointed to the ceiling of the dormitory.

He looked at Los, raised his hand, and laughed, "You saw the news today, didn't you? Sixty media outlets worldwide published the cover photo you drew on the plane, showing me holding up the plane as it landed in New York!"

Los smiled and said, "That's wonderful, isn't it? That plane created a god among men!"

Homelander was overjoyed, but what he didn't know was that the "god among men" that Los was referring to had someone else in mind.

He stepped forward, patted Los on the shoulder, and laughed, "Los, what reward do you want? Just tell me. Even if you want to be the principal, I can make that happen!"

Los's heart skipped a beat.

he knows.

The Homelander is not joking, and they have that right.

However, if he were to actually make such a request, Homelander might turn on him the moment he grants it.

This is the people of our motherland.

Not a smiling tiger, but a super-giant baby who acts arbitrarily according to his own whims and moods.

Los handed over his pen. "If you can, please sign your name for me."

Homelander paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Los was his fan.

He smiled, ignoring the bloodstains on the pen, and picked up the pen to sign his name on Los's shirt.

After completing all this, Homelander suddenly asked, "You should know about the disappearance of Invisible Man, one of the members of the Seven, right?"

Los nodded.

Homelander continued, "I've searched almost every inch of New York, and the Vought Organization has sent many people to look for him, but we still can't find the Invisible Man. Tell me, where is the Invisible Man now?"

Los remained silent.

Was this a casual question, or was he testing him?

After a brief moment of thought, Los said, "With your keen eyesight, Mr. Homelander, it's impossible for the Invisible Man to hide in New York, whether he's alive or dead."

He paused, then continued, "Unless someone has bypassed your X-ray vision."

"Avoiding X-ray vision?"

A flash of inspiration struck him, and Homelander clenched his fist tightly, saying in a deep voice, "It's zinc. The only metal I can't figure out is zinc."

"Could we investigate the large-scale zinc manufacturing industry in New York?"

Before Los could finish speaking, Homelander started clapping.

He laughed heartily, smashed through the glass, and flew out of the dormitory, leaving behind the words:

"If you successfully find the invisible man, your reward will be quite substantial."

As he watched Homelander fly off the sound barrier and disappear into the school's sky in an instant, a glint of light flickered in Los's eyes.

Regardless, Homelander is now paying too much attention to him, which is not a good thing for him who wants to develop superhuman abilities.

Los needs time to develop until he has the strength to rival the Homelanders.

Therefore, the only way to distract the other person is to try something else.

"The Black Robe Police, now we can only rely on you. You must hold off Ah Zu!"

Los silently offered his blessings to the anti-hero organization he had never met.

Not long after.

Under the blazing sun, on the coast of New York.

One of the Super Seven members, Deep Sea, braved the waves to drag a zinc box ashore from the depths of the sea.

At noon that day, Jordan and Los were having lunch in the cafeteria after class.

A live news broadcast on the restaurant's television screen instantly silenced the previously noisy restaurant:

"The body of the Invisible Man, a member of the Super Seven who has been missing for many days, has been found! He was murdered, placed in a zinc box, and sunk into the sea!"

"Currently, the suspect is tentatively identified as former special agent Billy Butcher, codenamed 'The Butcher'!"

After the news report, the students having lunch were discussing it enthusiastically:

"The Invisible Man, a member of the Seven, was actually killed."

"Could an ordinary person do that? The other party must represent a terrorist organization!"

"You don't need to tell us; the police and the Vought Group will think of this too."

"The hero's spot is vacant, doesn't that mean I have a better chance of joining the Super Seven?"

"The one who can join is me, not you!"

……

"The terrorist organization's murder of a superhero is destined to go down in American history, with an impact even more profound than 9/11, and the world order may be changed as a result."

Jordan sighed and looked at Los across the table, who was, as always, with his head down, forking meat.

Nothing seemed more appealing than lunch.

In fact, Los already knew about it, and he was behind the scenes in orchestrating the whole thing.

The chaotic environment created by the conflict between the Seven, led by Homelander, and the Boys, led by Butcher, is a breeding ground for conflict.

He can continue to hide beneath the surging waves, accumulating enough power to completely change the world!

"Loss, you just finished lunch, why are you packing up a single serving?"

In the school corridor, Jordan looked at Los with surprise as he carried a takeout box.

She wasn't concerned about her money; it was purely out of curiosity.

"You'll find out soon enough," Los said, keeping everyone in suspense.

Back in the student apartment, Jordan took out his key to open the door, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he sensed something was very wrong.

It is evident that the two-person dormitory room, which should have been empty, was now empty.

A stunningly beautiful body lay on Los's bed, covered by a blanket. Her dazzling, smooth golden hair bloomed like a golden rose on the pillow, and a pair of tall boots sat on the floor.

Upon hearing the door open, the girl, who resembled an American sweetheart, slowly sat up, clutching her blanket, her slightly curly blonde hair cascading down.

"Kate?!"

Jordan stared blankly. "What are you doing here?"

"Your lunch."

Los walked straight into the dormitory and placed the packed lunch on the table.

"Thank you," Kate said gratefully, looking at Los.

Jordan looked at Kate on the bed, then at Ross, and was completely dumbfounded.

Fake!

Her roommate, who was of average ability, won over the most beautiful girl on campus on her second day at school.

If it were those top ten students on the student leaderboard... no, the entire school would go crazy over it!