He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

"Wait a minute, you little rascal who's popular with everyone, why is your body as hard as steel?"

The soldier boy was drinking from a glass in one hand and had the other hand on Los's shoulder, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Sometimes, if he loses control of his strength, gets emotional, or is careless, he can cause injury to those around him.

Just now, the soldier boy casually put his arm around Los's shoulder, but felt that the young man's body under his handmade suit was as if it had been cast in molten iron!

"So, you're a superhuman too?"

The soldier boy stared at Los with a playful look, carrying the pride of a veteran scout who knew no secret could escape his notice.

Hearing his words.

The Butcher, Hughie, French, and even the Breast Milk in the living room all focused their astonished and uncertain gazes on Los.

"You guessed right."

Los shrugged and readily admitted, "I do indeed possess a body of steel."

As he spoke, he took off his black handmade suit jacket.

In the glow of the campfire.

Only then did everyone notice that the young man was wearing a half-body suit of silver metallic mechanical armor between his white shirt and suit jacket, from his shoulders to his waist.

The metal armor covers almost the entire right arm, perfectly conforming to the curves of the muscles beneath, exuding a sense of futuristic technology and raw power.

"God."

French, a military enthusiast and weapons manufacturer, stepped forward to examine Los's half-suit of silver armor and exclaimed in amazement:

"The precision of the steelwork and the technological feel of it are almost like alien technology."

Having endured the soldier boy's breast milk for so long, she finally found an opportunity to retaliate, shaking her head and saying, "Compared to Los's steel armor, soldier boy, the shield in your hand is just a piece of scrap metal covered in bird droppings."

The soldier boy stared wide-eyed at the six-pointed star iron shield in his left hand, then at Los's armor.

He finally muttered, his neck stiff, "All show and no substance!"

in fact.

He had just briefly confirmed that the armor plated with it possessed energy dissipation and rebound capabilities when subjected to force, making it an absolute top-tier military product.

At least, it was something that didn't exist in the era that soldier boys were familiar with.

Revealing his "steel body," Los spread his hands and said, "As a billionaire heir, it's normal for me to bring some self-defense equipment when I come out to meet a bunch of wanted fugitives like you."

"normal."

"That's perfectly normal."

Hughie, French, and Breast Milk couldn't help but laugh.

They're all wanted criminals now, rats in New York, so they're making the best of a bad situation by laughing.

At this time.

Wearing a black trench coat, the butcher lay on the sofa, squinting his eyes and secretly relieved.

Ever since he learned that his wife was still alive and had given birth to a son for his country.

The butcher's anger burned even more fiercely.

His current targets of hatred are still Homelander, but not only Homelander!

The butcher harbored a bold idea.

If it's possible, then kill all the superhumans in the world; that would be a just act!

The most likely way to achieve this is to develop a deadly virus targeting superhumans.

The Butcher's gaze quietly fell on Los, the young hacker who was about to become the richest man in New York. Fortunately, he was not one of the superhumans.

The other party has sufficient financial resources and connections to develop viruses, which may be the best aid for me to wipe out all superhumans.

As for the soldier boy, he was merely a tool for temporary cooperation, and his best fate was to perish together with the Homelander.

His gaze was cold, his mind constantly calculating and scheming—

The conscious brain tumor continues to grow, and even at the cost of his last year or two of life, he will unleash his rage upon all superhumans.

After calming himself down, the butcher looked at the Iron Man and the Soldier Boy again, only to find that the two, who were nearly a century apart in age, were now getting along better and better, toasting and chatting together.

"Women get more mellow with age, even if they're a bit dry and need some lubrication."

The soldier boy drank his wine and said regretfully to Los, "It's a pity. If you had come here sooner, I could have introduced you to my ex-girlfriend, Countess Crimson."

"Where is she now?" Los asked casually.

The soldier boy replied nonchalantly, "They colluded with the Soviets to betray me back then, and now I've killed them."

"It's alright, there are plenty of older women, we don't need another one."

Los's armored right hand patted the soldier boy's shoulder.

At the same time, the steel armor began scanning and collecting the other party's body data upon close contact.

The breast milk, slightly intoxicated, looked at the soldier boy and couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey! Didn't you just say you were very familiar with capitalist ways? How come you're hanging out with Iron Man now?"

"What do you single, penniless gay men know?"

The soldier boy scoffed, "If I ever unexpectedly have children in the future, at least this little brat can help me with child support!"

Los smiled at this, "If you have children, I will definitely pay child support."

The soldier boy, with a righteous expression, sighed again, "What a true brother, what a best friend! We should have met earlier, instead of ending up like Hughie who can only blow my balls."

Hughie could no longer contain himself. Whether it was from being drunk or from anger, his face turned bright red, and his roar echoed throughout the manor:

"Fuck, fuck! I'll fight you to the death!"

……

One night passed.

The next morning, before the sun had risen, a forest in New York State was shrouded in a cold, white mist.

As winter approaches, some branches and leaves are covered with frost.

A group of four people walked through the woods, breaking the tranquility of dawn: Soldier Boy, Los, Butcher, and Hughie.

Last night, Los, disguised as Iron Man, met with the Black Robe Squad, and Butcher explained the detailed plan to him.

First, help the soldier boy kill his former teammates who betrayed him, namely the members of the Blood Debt Repayment Team: Gunpowder, Countess Crimson, Mind Storm, a pair of twin siblings, and Black.

Then, the soldier boy will follow the contract and fight Homelander for The Boys.

That's right, Black is still on the Soldier Boy's revenge list!

Los glanced at the butcher.

The other party did not inform the soldier boy that Xuan Se had been replaced, clearly intending to use the soldier boy to take advantage of the situation and eliminate him.

Well thought out.

After all, even if the soldier boy asks later, as long as the butcher insists that they didn't know that Xuanse had been replaced, it's fine.

of course.

No matter how much the butcher schemed, he would never have imagined that the second-generation Xuanse he wanted to kill was actually in his own team.

He thought he was using everyone as a tool, but little did he know that he himself was also a tool.

"It's time for the Super Seven to make their move as well."

Los thought for a moment, then sent a command to AI Monday through his smartwatch.

at the same time.

In front of an apartment building in an upscale neighborhood.

Queen Maeve, holding a metal shield and wearing retro armor, was waiting when she saw Xuan Se, dressed in black armor and carrying a saber, walk out of the house.

"Miss Maeve, let's go."

"It's dark," said Los in his voice.