He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

A few seconds passed, and then there was complete silence.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Newman's forehead, and his beautiful makeup was smudged. He stared intently at the unharmed young man sitting nearby in front of him.

Bang!

The wine glass she had placed on the table suddenly shattered, and blood mixed with wine splattered outwards, but not a single drop landed on Los's suit.

Newman deactivated his powers, clutching his rapidly heaving chest and gasping for breath.

Previously, she possessed the superpower to manipulate blood.

Ordinary humans, even superhumans with physical strength several times that of adults, cannot resist the frantic surge of blood in their bodies, causing their skulls to explode!

Even superhumans with powerful physiques can be suppressed by manipulating blood from a distance!

but.

This time, however, it had absolutely no effect.

Newman's face turned deathly pale, and he could no longer hide his fear as he stared at the young man sitting directly opposite him as if he were a monster.

The other person's body was like a body of steel that had been tempered and refined a thousand times.

A single drop of blood inside the body felt as heavy as a massive boulder encased in steel bars.

Forget about controlling it remotely, it can't even budge it in the slightest!

"Is this the end?"

Los stared at Newman expressionlessly.

His bright eyes gradually glowed with a scorching red light, like an angry sun burning, and the air in the room heated up accordingly. A sense of oppression, like a real force, pressed down from the void!

Newman was trembling all over, pressing himself against the back of the sofa.

Her ability to manipulate blood allowed her to sense things remotely.

At this moment.

The opponent's body was like a rising sun, and the blood inside his body surged like lava!

The mere sensation of blood from a distance was enough to cause Newman intense physical and mental anguish!

Los was indeed a little angry.

Where can you find roommates and employees as good as Jordan?

You exert pressure with superhuman abilities, and I will exert pressure back with superhuman strength!

"etc……"

Under the heat and oppressive pressure, Congressman Newman struggled to breathe and pleaded with difficulty, "I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Los whispered, "All you know is that you're going to die."

No, it's not.

Newman cried out in terror, "We're in cahoots! I'm with the Vought Group too!"

She finally recognized Los. Despite wearing black-rimmed glasses, the handsome young man in front of her was none other than the second-generation Xuanse.

I've seen the photos myself!

Los replied, "Don't you understand? Precisely because you're from the Vought Group, you're destined not to leave here alive today."

Newman looked at the imposing and godlike Los, a flash of understanding appearing in his eyes.

correct.

Despite being a second-generation Xuanse with support-type superpowers, he possesses the Steel Body Industrial, a physique similar to Homelander's, and heat vision abilities, and knows the truth behind the headshot...

From the moment Los intervened in the conversation, he completely lost his chance of survival.

Newman realized this, and his eyes flashed with anger, resentment, and regret before finally dimming.

She pursed her lips and said bitterly:

"I am a sinner with blood on my hands, so don't defile your hands and eyes. I will commit suicide here later."

Newman looked out the window, as if he had thought of something, and said absentmindedly, "My daughter's name is Zoe, and she's only seven years old."

"She is under the coercive control of the Vought Corporation. If possible, I hope you can rescue her someday."

She smiled with relief and continued, "In exchange, I will tell you all the secrets of the Water Corporation, as well as its political resources, that I know."

……

Los walked out of the reception room alone.

Are you alright?

Outside in the corridor, Jordan nervously looked at Los, scrutinizing his body from head to toe.

She scoffed, "After all this time, I thought you'd been shot in the head."

"You're the one who's going to get your head blown off."

Los bent his index finger and gently tapped Jordan's forehead.

With a crisp sound, Jordan clutched his head in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes, his poker face contorted in pain.

Jordan gritted his teeth, "Damn it, this isn't over until I get a hundred million!"

"We'll transfer the money from the company's funds ourselves. The matter is resolved. Let's go."

Los continued to use his financial power, taking Jordan directly away from the Waldorf Hotel.

The moment he stepped out the door.

A cracking sound rang out from inside the reception room.

Not long after.

News of Congresswoman Victoria Newman's death spread throughout New York. Local police also found a confession letter written by Newman at the scene in the reception room, in which she described the many atrocities she committed as the woman who shot someone in the head.

Ultimately, Newman was ruled by the police to have committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

That afternoon.

On a major New York thoroughfare, Jordan drove his black sports car back to Steel Corp.

on the passenger seat.

Ross opened his phone and saw a message from Kate.

Kate: "The church people are at the school again. There are two of them this time, one of whom claims to be someone you know and wants to dig up some things you did at school before."

"acquaintance?"

Los was surprised, but after Kate sent the picture, he suddenly understood.

It turned out to be the mermaid.

"Cult organizations, the Jizhong Church, since I have some free time today, let's deal with them all at once."

Los hesitated for a moment, then reached out and loosened his tie, saying to Jordan in the driver's seat, "Jordan, I need to go to school."

Jordan replied, "I'll take you."

"No need, sports cars are too slow."

Los replied simply.

When Jordan glanced at the passenger seat again, Los was nowhere to be seen.

Only a purple tie and a suit jacket lay quietly on the seat.

A flight speed of Mach 3 may seem slow, but it is difficult for ordinary cameras to capture.

Gododkin University, rooftop of the teaching building.

At dusk.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man squatted down, touching the screw marks on the rooftop, lost in thought.

He is a member of the Church of the Gathering, a superhuman named "Eagle".

They have eyes like an eagle, able to spot details that are difficult for ordinary people to observe.

Looking at the marks on the rooftop, the eagle guessed that there must have been anchor points for weapons or something similar set up here before.

The Church of Gathering has secretly collected dirt on almost all the members of the Super Seven.

This is also how they survive, acquire various resources and status, and thus control heroes!

However, among the group of seven, the one who went from a freshman to the second-generation Black-haired Los had a very short resume.

It rose to prominence overnight, so fast it left people speechless.

An eagle infiltrated the school; the more they investigated, the more alarmed they became.

First of all, although Los did not study at the school for long, he had a great reputation on campus.

Secondly, everyone from the principal to the students was protecting Los, as if the entire school belonged to him.

"This Los must have a lot of secrets about him, and it's worth digging deeper."

The eagle murmured to itself.

He was about to go downstairs to meet up with Shenhai, a new member of the gathering.

But at that moment, a young man's hand suddenly landed on the eagle's shoulder from behind.

The eagle felt a chill run down its spine, its whole body stiffened, and it wore a look of utter disbelief.

Fuck, this is unbelievable!

With his extraordinary sensitivity and insight, how could he not have known someone was getting close behind him?

The people behind you are either human or non-human!