He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

The situation is now quite clear.

On the Seven's side, Black and Queen Maeve are needed to investigate Soldier Boy.

As for the Black Robe Boys, they wanted to use the Soldier Boy's revenge to also eliminate Blackie.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Black, who is caught in the struggle between the Homelander and the Soldier Boy.

If Los hadn't replaced Xuanse as the hero, the original Xuanse would probably have died in a similar situation.

Los's eyes flickered, showing little panic.

"Based on a simple scan of the steel armor last night, the soldier boy's strength is below that of the Homelander, and even me."

"However, in terms of physical defense alone, the opponent is even stronger than Homelander. We need to confirm this in actual combat."

"It just can't fly and doesn't have super speed, meaning it's a tank, so it poses no real threat to those with superhuman strength."

Los felt much more at ease.

Soldier Boy's class is Fortress-level, but his speed is also Fortress-level.

Los didn't take the schemes of the Seven and the Black Robe seriously; they were easy to deal with.

He was pondering what he could gain from this opportunity to interact with the soldier boy.

Currently.

What Los was most interested in was the soldier boy's hidden ultimate move—

Chest cannon.

Would that chest-throwing cannon pose a real threat to him right now?

After all, he now possesses not only superhuman abilities derived from Compound V, but also engineered Kryptonian genes provided by the Undead of Injustice.

He is both a superhuman and a Kryptonian.

What would happen if someone were hit by a soldier boy's chest cannon in this special situation?

What exactly are the energy beam particles emitted by the chest cannon? Can they be neutralized? Can they be replicated?

Los needs to figure this out.

So he quickened his pace, stepped forward, patted the soldier boy on the shoulder, and asked, "Old boy, can you fire a light cannon from your chest?"

The soldier boy looked righteous and glanced at Los.

If it were someone else, like Hughie or Breastfeeding, asking him that question, he would have already started yelling.

The soldier boy coldly replied, "You little bastard, don't call me 'old boy,' it sounds like a hippie or a homosexual. Just call me 'Ben.'"

"Okay, boy."

Los smiled slightly and said, "Can we talk about your 'breast cannon'? It sounds really cool."

His identity within The Boys is that of a hacker, a genius, and a member of the Steel Body Industrial family.

Even to the butcher and others standing nearby, this question seemed natural, something that Iron Man would be curious about and ask.

The soldier boy, expressionless, spoke in a deep, resonant voice, "Actually, there's nothing cool about it. Those Soviets did a lot of experiments on me, and in the end, it seems they used radiation to create this mutant thing."

His tone was completely emotionless, as if what he had experienced in the Soviet laboratory was nothing at all.

His current body has truly been tempered through countless trials and tribulations, and is now immune to many kinds of harm, including but not limited to poisonous gas, viruses, and radiation!

Los nodded to himself.

The radiation mutation was pretty much what he had guessed.

The beam particles released by the chest cannon should have special radiation that can eliminate the superpower enhancements brought by Compound V.

However, the growth of superhuman strength is also closely related to radiation.

Yellow solar radiation allowed him to grow rapidly, while red solar radiation had a weakening effect.

Los noticed that the soldier boy seemed to remember something, his resolute and righteous face twitching as if some illness was about to flare up, so he didn't ask any further questions.

The four of them walked through the woods.

The soldier boy stopped abruptly, looking blankly at the Butcher and Hughie. "Why are you so close to me? Trying to blow for me?"

Hughie had had enough, but the butcher held him back.

Hughie then noticed that the soldier boy's current state was different from his previous domineering demeanor; his eyes were somewhat confused and struggling.

Is this amnesia? But it doesn't seem like it.

"Have you forgotten?"

Los reminded him, "You now want to seek revenge on another former teammate, Mind Storm."

"Yes, that's right."

The soldier boy nodded, then said solemnly, "Be careful, everyone. Never make eye contact with the eyes of the psychic storm! Otherwise, you'll fall into an endless nightmare loop!"

He took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned around and slapped Hughie.

The soldier boy cursed, "You dare curse me? You think I won't beat you to death, you coward!"

Hughie covered his swollen face, looking completely bewildered, and extremely depressed.

I didn't say a single word!

Los urged the soldier boy, "Soldier, we have to hurry, we can't let that old bastard Mind Storm get away."

"yes!"

The soldier boy saluted quickly and echoed decisively, "Keep up! I'll lead the charge and drag that old bastard out!"

As he spoke, he continued his search deeper into the forest.

The butcher watched the soldier boy's retreating figure and whispered, "It's post-traumatic stress disorder."

Hughie suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but look at Los, who was walking past him.

We are both young people.

Before he could react, eighteen-year-old Los immediately noticed the soldier boy's illness and quickly took action.

Is this the difference between an ordinary person and a genius?

The group continued deeper into the jungle.

Hughie covered his face, took a step, but felt like he tripped over something.

The butcher suddenly raised his right hand, and the black tentacles wriggled wildly, pulling Hughie back!

boom!

The next moment, a landmine exploded in the woods where Hughie had been standing, sending dirt flying!

Thankfully, the butcher pulled him back!

Before Hughy could even catch his breath, he saw the butcher fall straight backward and instantly lose consciousness.

Hughie was stunned, but quickly came to his senses.

It's a storm of emotions!

He's nearby!

The soldier boy in the group who realized this first had already closed his eyes tightly and charged straight forward!

He disregarded the road conditions, smashing through branches, bushes, and even trees blocking his way, like a human tank!

rustle!

A faint sound came from the left front.

The soldier boy, with his eyes closed, was about to give chase to the left when he heard Los's calm and reliable voice from behind.

"Soldier, he's on the right!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the soldier boy shifted his stride to the right, and after rushing fifty meters, he indeed heard a sound of someone fleeing nearby.

With a small leap, he resembled a graceful humanoid truck, wielding a shield as he slammed the man to the ground!

The soldier boy quickly pulled out a sack and put it over the man's head, completely covering his eyes.

He then opened his eyes and found that it was an old man.

That's true, after all, more than thirty years have passed.

In the Blood Debt Pays Off Team, only he gained eternal youth by injecting the first-generation compound 5, while the other hero members injected the second-generation compound 5.

The subdued elderly man, his mind racing, lay on the ground begging for mercy: "Captain, I wasn't involved much in betraying you!"

The soldier boy raised his shield and replied coldly, "Go talk to my shield."

Mindstorm hurriedly said, "Back then, the Vought Group sold you to the Soviet military to help your son rise to power. I was just following orders!"

"My son?" The soldier boy was a little confused.

He really did have a son?

Los stepped forward and found that Mindstorm was dead, and the soldier boy holding the blood-stained shield was standing there blankly.

Hearing the noise, the soldier boy turned around and looked at Los curiously. "How did you know his location just now?"

Los raised his left wrist, revealing his smartwatch. "My watch has radar that can detect the location of nearby creatures and mark them as red dots."

This time, the soldier boy surprisingly didn't refute the claim with "You made that up."

He stared wide-eyed, his head covered in leaves and dust, looking utterly disheveled, and said, "Why didn't you tell me about this high-tech stuff sooner?"

Los shrugged: "You didn't ask."

The radar red dot was something he made up on the spot.

After all, radar is no match for super vision; he knew where the mental storm was from the moment he stepped into the forest.

"You cunning little rascal."

The soldier boy looked at Los, then changed the subject, saying, "You heard the conversation just now, didn't you?"

Ross smiled slightly: "Old Ben, you don't want others to know that your son is Homelander, do you?"