He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

The sun sank below the horizon, and night fell.

Brooklyn, New York.

Los hovered a thousand meters above the city, facing the cold sea breeze, looking down from above.

Under the super-view, the densely packed and complex neighborhood appears in my mind like a 3D model.

The massive data stream obtained through superhuman insight is quickly identified and confirmed by the super brain.

Soon, Los found the hiding place of the mastermind behind the cult gathering, Alastair Adana.

He swooped down and flew over a low building that was sparsely populated.

Los hovered in the air, giving it a quick glance.

What comes into view are iron bars and electric fences, thickened reinforced concrete walls, and fully armed personnel on duty, making it look like a special private prison.

Los recalled that the woman who had been shot in the head had also described this place in her last words.

One of the Vought Corporation's secret properties is a superhuman mental hospital called "Sage Grove".

That's right.

The name alone reveals the similarity between this mental hospital and the underground experimental base "The Forest" at Godotkin University.

However, the underground experimental base at Gododkin University held superhuman students who had been injected with compound five as children.

The Sage's Grove here is where experimental subjects, who are adults, are imprisoned and injected with Compound No. 5.

Compared to injections during infancy, injections of compound 5 (non-temporary) in adulthood have an extremely high mortality rate and can lead to more severe physical and mental disabilities.

It's fair to say that this place is where a group of killing monsters are imprisoned.

"He really knows how to hide in this place."

Los's perspective reveals a ward within the Sage's Grove, where Adana, having likely been bribed by security personnel, is imprisoning himself in the deepest room.

In a sense, this is indeed a very good sanctuary.

Pity.

"Cult leader, I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you."

Los estimated that it was almost dinner time, and his eyes became hot and red.

He was still high above the city when, in the next moment, a scorching red light streaked across the night sky.

Unlike normal power, this time the two thermal beams, operating at extremely low power, almost merged into a single line, silently penetrating the wall.

at this time.

The deepest part of the Superhuman Mental Hospital.

Having confirmed that the cell door was locked, Adana, clutching the key, sat in the corner of the room, almost blending into the darkness.

He simply couldn't believe that anyone could come here and threaten his personal safety.

Adana was just breathing a sigh of relief when a beam of red light pierced through the cell ceiling and fell down.

Like the light of judgment, it struck the back of his head.

The old white man's body stiffened, unable to even utter a scream, his life force instantly severed, and he slumped backward against the wall.

Even from the surface of his body, there were almost no obvious external injuries, only that his brain had died.

Do it all.

Los remained a hundred meters above the night sky, never even setting foot in the Sage's Grove territory.

Ordinary humans are just too fragile, or perhaps, superhuman strength is just too great.

Even if it is still in the awakening stage.

No matter how cunning or skilled you are in understanding human nature and strategy, your life or death can be decided in the next second.

When the gap between the two sides is too large, it's no different from crushing an ant, and the process is even simpler.

Los calmly withdrew his gaze from the dead Adana.

He's not a superhero, he doesn't have a no-kill principle, and killing this cult leader didn't stir any emotion in his heart.

If he had more time, Los would have chosen to completely dispose of Adana's body and simply take control of the Sage's Grove.

As for the superhuman mental patients detained here, those who have not committed any evil deeds and are still salvageable are transferred to Godotkin University for treatment.

"Time's almost up, let's finish dinner and then come back to clean up."

With that thought in mind, Los immediately flew towards the direction of the Water Secret Community.

A few minutes later.

Los, having changed into a casual outfit, got out of the taxi and rang the doorbell of the cabin as scheduled.

The door opened from the inside, and Becca looked at Los outside, saying gently:

"You've arrived, Mr. Los."

"Good evening, Mrs. Becca." Los smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

"The Godfather!"

Hearing the door open, the little boy immediately ran out of the house with lively energy.

After these days of outings and daily interactions, little Ryan has become familiar with Los.

Ross reached out and ruffled little Ryan's hair, handing him the gift bag he was carrying. "This is a present for you."

He secretly marveled that he was the real master of time management.

In half an hour.

Not only did he go to the ocean to blast fish and take down the leader of the evil organization, but he also changed his clothes and arrived here with gifts.

"My brother! Godfather Ryan!"

As the American flag cape fluttered in the living room, Homelander greeted Los with a smile from inside the house.

He spread his arms wide, deeply moved, and said, "I knew you would come. This family can't live without you!"

Los was speechless.

Didn't you repeatedly emphasize this in a frantic and impatient manner, even forcing me to come over?

Of course, he knew that too.

This is Homelander deliberately putting on an act in front of his son to show his humanity and brotherhood.

Fortunately, Ross is also a master of acting, and he immediately picked up the act by hugging Homelander.

After the performance, it was time for dinner.

Under warm lighting.

The man from the motherland sat back in a log chair.

He looked at his son Ryan, who was sitting directly across from him at the table, and Becca and Los, who were sitting on either side of him.

A steaming, plentiful meal sits on the table, a campfire burns quietly in the fireplace, and the fragrance of flowers and herbs wafts in from outside, filling the living room with a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The people of the motherland suddenly felt a little dazed.

real or fake.

At this moment, this was exactly the kind of happy family he had always imagined.

His wife, son, and brothers were all by his side.

I am not alone. The faint warmth of the campfire in the living room seems to dispel the long, dark nights and coldness of my childhood when I was alone in the laboratory.

He seemed to have everything, instead of just a small blanket that couldn't even cover his body!

He is God's chosen one, not an abandoned orphan!

The man wanted to laugh with relief, but instinct kept his facial muscles tense, revealing no emotion, as he forcefully swallowed a piece of beef deep into his throat.

A sudden, hopeful thought popped into his head.

If only my father could be there and say something that approves of me.

As Homelander ate, he glanced at Los beside him and calmly said:

"The Boys seem to be up to something lately, keep an eye on them."

Becca stopped cutting her knife and fork.

The black robes—aren't they the anti-hero organization founded by her husband?

The man from the motherland pursed his lips slightly.

He didn't know why he suddenly brought this up.

It's just that bringing up serious topics like this makes him seem more like a leader, a mature and stable father, rather than a child who needs comforting from others.

Los nodded to Homelander and smiled:

"It doesn't matter what, Mr. John, because we are invincible."

"Invincible." Little Ryan's eyes lit up. He looked at his biological father, Homelander, and then at his godfather, Ross.

Homelander stared blankly at Los, who was full of confidence and vigor.

Los.

Why is it that you always manage to say the words I need most at the most opportune time?

He finally couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes slightly moist, and he looked up at the bright light, smiling from the bottom of his heart:

"Yes, we are invincible."