He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

The next day, Los put on the black nano-suit and clocked in at the Vought Corporation headquarters as usual.

With many people from our homeland flying to the Middle East lately, the atmosphere at headquarters has become much more relaxed.

Los had thought that today would be another uneventful day.

Never thought.

In the morning, Mr. Homeland came directly to see him.

This man, who suddenly learned he had a son and became the greatest calamity of war in history, solemnly addressed Los with a stern face:

"Come with me to the Vought Secret Community at noon."

The Vought Secret Community, where Homelander's son Ryan and Butcher's wife Becca live.

Under the nano-metal mask.

Los's eye twitched slightly, and he hesitated before saying, "Mr. John, it wouldn't be appropriate for me, an outsider, to interrupt your family lunch, would it?"

"You are not an outsider."

Homelander patted Los on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You're Ryan's godfather!"

Godfather my foot!

Los sighed inwardly; he really didn't want to get involved in this chaotic family.

But looking at the man from the motherland with his eyes lowered, seemingly mature and composed with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of authority without anger, he actually appeared to be burdened with worries.

Los actually felt that the other person was somewhat pitiful and pathetic.

And it's not easy to refuse.

He said seriously, "Mr. John, please explain clearly what happened. Only when I know can I resolve this matter effectively."

Homelander looked at Los, only this junior dared to speak to him like that.

However, precisely because of this, the other person was the only one he could think of who might be able to solve his troubles.

Homelander hesitated for a moment before speaking, "After the last deal, Becca did agree to let me see my son Ryan, but getting along with him..."

"Not getting along?"

Los continued the conversation.

"indeed."

Homelander nodded slightly, unable to hide his anger, and said, "It's one thing for Becca to give me the cold shoulder, but my own flesh and blood, my son Ryan, has also been somewhat defiant towards me lately!"

Los pondered for a moment and said, "May I hear how you, Mr. John, deal with your son?"

"I truly love Ryan! I love him!"

Homelander shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "As for getting along, right now it's just teaching him to kill people, or to learn to fly by jumping off rooftops, just like when I was a kid."

Los: "..."

"What's wrong?" Homelander asked, looking at the silent Los in surprise.

"I think I know how to solve this problem."

Los said with a slight headache, "However, Mr. John, today you must follow my instructions completely."

"Do I need to follow your instructions?"

The man's face instantly turned cold, like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. But when he thought of his son who had defied him, his expression quickly softened.

He hesitated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "No problem, I'll listen to you."

That noon.

Inside a cabin in the secret community of Walter.

On the dining table, a sumptuous meal was steaming hot.

Becca, a young woman wearing a scarf, smiled and beckoned her son Ryan to sit in the dining chair, creating a warm and beautiful family atmosphere.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Like a shrill, piercing electric bell from a horror movie!

Ryan's young face was pale, and he looked pitifully at his mother, Becca.

Becca's eyes also showed fear, but in front of her son, she still pretended to be calm and stepped forward to open the door.

As soon as the wooden door opened, she instinctively took a step back, then quickly froze.

Outside.

The visitor was not one of the frequent visitors from the countrymen these past few days, but a handsome young man dressed in a black battle suit.

Los removed his nano helmet, revealing a bright smile. "Mrs. Becca."

Becca recognized the other person from the suit; it was Black, Homelander's partner and a member of the Seven.

She just didn't expect the other person to be so young, almost like a minor, full of youthful energy.

Becca glanced back at her son and said softly, "We're having lunch. If you need anything, please speak quickly."

"No rush, I'll talk to you after you've finished eating."

Los didn't go inside; he just stood quietly outside the door, basking in the sun and waiting.

After lunch, Becca came to the door again, this time bringing Los a bottle of mineral water.

"Thanks."

Los took the bottled water and got straight to the point: "Could I take Ryan to the amusement park this afternoon?"

"Send him to the amusement park alone?" Becca instinctively became wary.

"Don't worry, someone will accompany you." Los took a sip of water.

He seemed to know Becca's concerns and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Mrs. Becca. If we wanted to take Ryan away from you, we wouldn't need to make up any excuses."

Eight-year-old Ryan's eyes filled with hope when he heard "amusement park." He ran up to her, tugged at Becca's sleeve, and looked at Los outside the door.

Becca then realized that Ryan had been living in the house all along, leading a life that was no different from being imprisoned.

Besides, Los is right.

If Homelander wants to take Ryan away, no one in the world can stop him.

Becca quickly conceded, "Three hours."

"no problem."

Los readily agreed and took Ryan's little hand as they left the cabin.

just.

Half an hour later, Los returned alone and pushed open the door to go inside.

When Becca saw Los enter the room alone, she nearly collapsed, gripping the table and frantically asking, "Where's Ryan? What did you do to my son?"

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

Los walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and switched to a channel.

Becca opened her eyes wide, only to see Ryan on the television screen.

Under the bright sunshine.

The amusement park was packed with people, and amidst laughter and chatter, Ryan played with a group of children his age.

In addition, the demonic figure draped in an American flag cape was also standing next to Ryan.

just.

In front of the camera, Homelander looked kind and gently lifted each child onto the carousel, including her son Ryan.

This time, Ryan reached out his hands to Homelander, and the father and son briefly embraced.

"This is a variety show."

Los said calmly, "As the strongest superhuman, it's not that he doesn't know how to be a father that everyone can be satisfied with. It's just that some of his special experiences in his childhood, coupled with his excessively high expectations for Ryan, have led him to say that he is not good enough."

He looked at Becca, who was staring blankly, and continued, "Of course, I'm not trying to whitewash Mr. John. The many evils he committed may never be forgivable."

"But you should have a better way of getting along with him. It's better for you and for Ryan's future."

After listening to what Los had to say.

Becca then watched on television a scene where Ryan was sitting on a carousel at an amusement park, beaming with a happy smile.

She looked at Los again, suddenly bowed deeply, and said sincerely:

"Young Godfather, please teach me."

"Just call me Los." Los sighed.

He really didn't want to be this godfather, and besides, this godfather wasn't just teaching Ryan, but all the older kids.

Los thought for a moment and said confidently:

"Mrs. Becca, if you trust me, all problems will be solved in six months."