He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

The red cloak swayed in the wind.

Wearing a Kryptonian metal suit modified from the undead version of Injustice Superman, Los's chiseled, rugged face was plated with metal, and a gilded totem symbolizing hope on his chest shone with glorious light, while a giant fireball-like golden sun appeared from behind him.

He stood above the tropical river, his back to the sun, bathed in the morning light, looking down at the people in the rainforest.

"That's not Homelander!"

"Whoever it is, just shoot it down!"

The leader of the terrorist group cried out in terror.

Driven by the same overwhelming fear, the other members also pulled the trigger and opened fire.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire shattered the silence of the rainforest, and the muzzle flashes dispelled the last vestiges of night in the forest.

Countless bullets from below formed a steel torrent, striking Los's body, but not even a spark was ignited; they all dented and bounced off.

The dented bullet heads resembled metal raindrops, scattering across the river.

Los's figure flickered, his red cloak billowing, and he disappeared into the sky above the river with a lingering afterimage.

next moment.

An Asian boy and a little girl, along with the log they were holding, were pulled out of the river and appeared on the riverbank.

In the blink of an eye, the young man in the metal combat suit with golden sunlight-plated edges appeared directly in front of him, landing in front of him despite the surrounding automatic rifle fire.

Los reached out and snatched the rifle from the captain's hand, then gently snapped it into a pile of scrap metal.

These desperate outlaws, who lived hand to mouth and foot, had seen all sorts of war scenes, and they were all stunned at this moment.

Is this even human?

The scene was deathly silent, eerily quiet.

"I have a question for you," Los said calmly.

The captain, drenched in cold sweat, bent over and replied in a trembling voice, "Ask away, please ask away."

"A week ago, Homelanders should have temporarily stopped exporting Compound V."

Los lowered his eyes, staring at the captain's heart, and continued to ask, "Where did your Glorious Liberation Front get the Compound V you're using to create superhumans?"

The team leader hesitated for a moment, then said sincerely, "We're using our old stock."

"They are lying."

The Asian boy who had been rescued suddenly exclaimed, "I overheard their conversation. The latest compound, number five, came from a high-ranking official at the Vought Corporation, a very important person."

"Kid, you want to die?!"

The captain shuddered and instinctively glared angrily at the Asian boy.

If this gets out, they're finished!

"Turn your back."

Los smiled and gestured toward the Asian boy.

The boy understood and hugged the little girl, covering her bewildered eyes, and closed his own eyes tightly as well.

"You're the ones courting death."

Los whispered, looking at the group of terrorists, a burning crimson light flashing in his eyes.

Ten seconds later.

When Kenji opened his eyes again, all the terrorists in the rainforest had vanished, along with their guns, as if they had evaporated into thin air.

In the rushing rainforest river, blood was covered by murky mud, while crocodiles became active.

A red line pierced the sky.

Los flew over the rainforest like a humanoid intercontinental ballistic missile, launching towards the base of the Glorious Liberation Front.

Recalling the question he had just asked, he shook his head inwardly.

Given the flawed nature of the Chinese people, they might find some satisfaction in a short period of time and stop the meaningless killing when they are in a good mood.

The Wotter Group, the capital behind the scenes, is utterly inhumane, with its desires and greed running rampant and having no bottom line whatsoever.

Homelander attempted to use the Vought Group to fabricate a heroic persona and reap fame and fortune.

This was even anticipated by the Water Group, as Homelander had been cultivated from childhood for this very purpose.

Even if one day, the Homelanders fall from power.

The Vought Group could also pin all the blame on Homelander, allowing the world to vent its anger, and at worst, wait for the right opportunity to cultivate a second controllable Homelander.

The Homelanderers may deserve to die, after all, they are utterly wicked.

But Walter deserves to be destroyed; he is the source of the world's greatest evil!

call out!

The sound barrier was broken.

Los suddenly accelerated, reaching the skies above the Glorious Liberation Front base at Mach 4. Under the direct sunlight, he finally pierced the earth from the sky like a radiant sword of judgment!

That noon, at the headquarters of the Water Group in New York.

The meeting room of the Super Seven was deathly silent!

In the main seat.

The handsome middle-aged man from the motherland had a livid face, and the veins on his forehead bulged under his dark gold hair with hair wax. His unprecedented anger was evident in his expression!

Below, only Black, Starlight, Queen Maeve, and Locomotive remained silent.

Ashley, the secretary who usually led the meetings, was now pale and dared not speak.

The headquarters of the Water Group has just confirmed that the rookie hero Stormfront lost contact last night, and the tracker disappeared overseas!

The tracking devices are implanted directly into the bodies of each member of the Super Seven.

Once a signal is lost, the member is essentially as good as dead.

This is the source of Homelander's anger. Stormfront is not just a rookie hero, but a special entity to which he can entrust certain emotions!

And now, he's just disappeared without a trace, dead?

"Speak! Speak up!"

Homelander's facial muscles twitched as he glared furiously at the Seven members.

When his gaze fell on Ashley.

Ashley felt like a dying fish lying on the shore, unable to breathe.

Homelander glanced indifferently at everyone, his gaze finally settling on Los, and calmly asked, "Black, what's your opinion?"

Queen Maeve, Starlight, and A-Train all secretly began to worry about Los.

After all, the relationship between Stormfront and Los was not good to begin with.

Now that there are suspected deaths on the front lines of the storm, Homelander specifically asked Los to give his opinion.

Even if they don't suspect him of being the murderer, if Los's answer doesn't please the angry people of his homeland, he probably won't escape his fate today.

I think so.

Los hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. John, this matter cannot be left like this!"

He paused, then said seriously, "I believe that the Water Group headquarters bears undeniable responsibility for the disappearance at the Stormfront and must take full account of it!"

These words stunned everyone in the conference room.

No, it's black.

This is outrageous! Even the people of our motherland aren't as arrogant as you!

After all, the Seven were all formed by Vought International headquarters, and even Homelander's captain position can be removed at any time!

Homelander narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Los, awaiting his next words.

Los calmly stated, "The exact time before Stormfront disappeared last night, and even the location clues, were all vaguely given by the Vought Group's intelligence department."

"I have reason to suspect that Stormfront died while on a secret mission. Even if that's not the case, the Vought Group certainly doesn't value the lives of our heroes at all!"

He slammed his fist on the conference table in anger and pessimism, like a heroic leader of the moment, and sighed:

"A hero's fate is also fate!"

"Mr. John, my fellow heroes, are we really going to continue to let those high-ranking executives of the Vought Group do as they please?"

Ashley's legs went weak with fear upon hearing this, and she felt a wetness between her thighs.

God, that's a huge compliment!

At this rate, Walter is doomed!