He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

Los is suspended above the clouds.

In the stratosphere, there is little sound, only the faint sound of the wind.

of course.

Los was convinced that if his super hearing continued to grow, one day he might be able to stand at this height and listen to the entire New York, the Empire, and even the world.

He looked around, bathed in the significantly enhanced yellow sunlight, and was deeply shocked.

Super flight—this is an extraordinary sense of realism that neither super strength nor a body of steel can match.

Without relying on any technological equipment, one can truly reach and float high in the sky, looking down at the arc of the blue planet.

At that moment, Los truly felt the arrogance and disdain of his homelanders.

This is truly the case of being the only one of my kind, above all under heaven.

Los simply tore his shirt to shreds, leaving him in only a pair of shorts as he hovered high in the air, his perfectly sculpted muscles, like cast iron, gleaming bronze in the sunlight.

But at this moment...

As the sun, resembling a fireball, sank below the horizon, shadows once again enveloped the stratospheric airspace above New York.

Los relaxed briefly, and his brain, like a supercomputer, quickly became active.

"My initial awakened flight speed should be around Mach 3, which is slightly faster than modern mainstream fighter jets."

As Los watched the sun disappear below the horizon, he subconsciously took a deep breath, held it, and continued flying into the dark and silent deep space!

His intuition told him that as long as there was sunlight, he could survive even without oxygen and food, and even maintain his peak physical condition.

However, as a natural human habit, Los held his breath at that moment.

As the altitude continues to rise.

The sky brightened again, and golden sunlight once more shone and intertwined high in the sky.

Los showed no sign of stopping, accelerating to the limit of flight speed and continuing to fly upwards!

The oxygen was getting thinner and thinner, and the sound of the wind began to stop.

Solar radiation continued to intensify, and the extremely high temperature even created a scorching heat wave around Los's body.

Without the protection of the biofield, his clothes would have been burned to ashes long ago.

One minute later.

Los's speed decreased, and the magnificent Earth beneath him shimmered with a faint blue glow.

He finally stopped, hovering at the edge of the dark space, staring directly at the sun shining with a blinding white light in the distance.

This is the airspace 100 kilometers above the ground, the Karmen line.

An altitude that even fighter jets cannot reach, a desolate airspace devoid of oxygen and sound.

To break through to a higher altitude and reach a sun-synchronous orbit, the flight speed would need to increase two or three times to escape the gravitational pull.

Los believes that the Carmen Line is a limit that even Homelander would find difficult to break through, an absolute height that no superhuman in this black-robed world can surpass!

He looked out into the far reaches of space.

If the steel armor engine were improved, I should be able to use the engine's assistance to briefly break free from Earth's gravity and reach the deeper reaches of true outer space.

However, there is no need for that at the moment.

Los swooped down, returning below the Carmen line, and began to chase the shifting sun.

With superhuman strength, he broke free from the pull of gravity, closed his eyes as if in a deep sleep, and quietly basked in the sunlight, letting himself float like a satellite.

Los felt.

The current state is like the body constantly engaging in anaerobic exercise and maintaining a peak state without fatigue, thus falling into a light sleep.

After officially awakening and flying, we will conduct the test tonight.

Los thought that sleeping at high altitudes occasionally in the future might not be bad, as it would allow him to get a few more hours of sunlight each day.

Above the stratosphere and below the Kármán line, the airspace is quiet and undisturbed by any external presence.

"I won't need six months, maybe three months, to become the strongest in the world."

Los thought this and fell asleep high in the air.

The next day, morning.

Manhattan, New York City.

Steel industry, employee dormitories and apartments.

The alarm clock rang precisely at eight o'clock.

Jordan, the only employee living here, woke up in bed.

She covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, opened her sleepy eyes, and stared blankly at Los's reply from last night on her phone.

Jordan suddenly started grinding his white teeth.

That guy is probably still sleeping in!

Jordan quickly got out of bed, stretched her petite figure, and retaliated by making a wake-up call to Ross.

Just then, a telephone rang outside the window.

Jordan paused for a moment, then stepped forward and pulled back the curtains, revealing a familiar young figure standing outside.

Wait, this is the fifth floor!

Jordan, in her female form, pushed the window open.

She stared blankly at the black-haired youth who was suspended under the azure sky outside, his bare upper body bathed in the sunlight, his perfectly muscular physique gleaming, without any technological engine assisting him.

"What? Didn't you call me here?"

With increasingly masterful control of his flight abilities, Los calmly watched Jordan from mid-air.

"Loss, you..."

Jordan opened his mouth, but ultimately shook his head and didn't say anything more.

She had become accustomed to her roommate's various extraordinary changes.

But this time, Jordan felt he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

now.

The young man hovering in the air under the sun looked like a god.

Jordan stopped talking because he felt that if he said that, he would distance himself further from his roommate.

So she smiled and retorted, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt? Have you been assimilated into scum by the Super Seven?"

at the same time.

A basement in New York.

The butcher raised his left hand and pushed the iron door open, illuminating the basement with the light from outside.

Meanwhile, hidden in the basement are the Boys, Breast Milk, French, and Hughie.

They were stunned when they saw the butcher walk into the basement.

"Butcher?"

"Butcher!"

"You're still alive?"

"I'm not that easy to kill," the Butcher replied in a deep voice. "Homelanders dumped me in a remote western town, and it took me quite a while to get back to New York."

As for why his countrymen spared him, he didn't want to go into details.

The mother muttered, "Last time, we should have listened to the hacker Iron Man instead of going head-to-head with the second-generation Black."

The butcher frowned.

"Butcher, your hand?"

French suddenly looked at the butcher's right hand in surprise.

The other two also discovered it.

The butcher's right hand, which had been severed by the second-generation Xuanse, now appeared to be intact, wearing a glove, with the fingers inside seemingly wriggling.

"The additional effects, or rather the drawbacks, of the temporary compound No. 5."

The butcher glossed over the question with a single sentence, then looked at the three silent men and asked, "What's been going on lately?"

Breast milk casually replied, "One bad news, one good news."

Hughie glanced at the breast milk and French, then continued:

"The bad news is that your old flame, Susan, the CIA deputy director, was shot in the head by a mysterious force while exchanging intelligence with us."

"As for the good news..."

He paused, then said with barely concealed excitement, "Using the intelligence provided by the hacker Iron Man, we successfully located the former president of the Vought Group."

"The other party is willing to publicly accuse the Vought International Group of misusing Compound V at the hearing on our behalf!"

"Oh, really?"

The butcher frowned, showing little joy.

Because his team was nearly wiped out last time, he felt that his prestige within the Black Robe Watch had clearly diminished, while the prestige of the hacker Iron Man was growing day by day.