He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

Facing Homelander, Los shook his head and said, "Mr. John, my report is not over yet."

As he spoke, he took his vibranium saber from his black battle suit, a trace of dried blood remaining on the dark, sharp blade.

Los continued, "This is the blood of a soldier boy."

Homelander looked puzzled, not understanding what this meant, until Los mentioned it:

"The Vought Corporation's intelligence database records that the sperm used to create superhuman babies came from the original Rise of the Heroes team, whose members included Bomb Vision, Private Angel, Torpedo, and Liberty."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "And the soldier boy, the other party does indeed have a record of making donations."

Los chose to speak out because even if he didn't, Homelander would soon find out.

With his straightforward, chauvinistic nature, the soldier boy wouldn't hide anything from his countrymen.

Since that's the case, why don't he speak first?

"Loss, are you saying that the soldier boy could very well be my...father?"

The man's breathing suddenly became rapid, his lips pursed, and he swallowed hard, his throat churning.

Just like when Ross told him he had a son, Ryan.

The middle-aged boy displayed a range of emotions, including nervousness, anticipation, fear, and arrogance, but quickly suppressed them all, maintaining a composed and dignified demeanor.

Finally, he glanced nonchalantly out the office's floor-to-ceiling window and whispered, "I understand, you..."

"Mr. John."

Los interrupted Homelander, looking at him with a smile, and nodded, suggesting:

"Let's get tested together. The sooner we know the results, the more control we can take."

Homelander stared intently at Los, and after a moment of silence, a smile appeared on his resolute face.

"Okay, let's go together, the two of us."

For a fleeting moment.

He rarely felt like he was leaving the laboratory, being supported by others, and basking in the sunlight.

The warm feeling seemed to dispel some of the immense and cold loneliness in my heart.

Homelander regained his composure and looked directly at Los, whose battle suit was entirely black.

I support you, and you support me, so there are no rivals ahead, and the world will respond accordingly.

Therefore, we are invincible.

……

Homelander and Los emerged from the Vought Group's genetics lab, each holding an identification report.

Confirmed result.

Homelander was bursting with uncontrollable excitement, his lips pressed tightly together, his hand trembling slightly as he patted Los's shoulder.

He asked excitedly, "Tell me, Los, what reward do you want?"

Los shook his head and replied with a smile, "Give the credit to Queen Maeve, A-Train, and Starlight. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to escape."

Homelander patted Los on the shoulder again, feeling incredibly reassured.

These are the truly perfect members of the Super Seven in his mind!

After calming down a bit.

Looking at the genetic testing report in his hand, Homelander suddenly seemed a little lost, and subconsciously glanced at Los beside him:

"What should we do next?"

This question seems more like a question directed at himself than at Los.

Los thought for a moment and suggested, "I think you'd better go see Ryan now."

"Indeed, he needs to know this news!"

Homelander quickly took a few steps forward and, without turning his head, said to Los:

"Tomorrow, we'll take Ryan with us to see the soldier boy!"

That evening.

Queen Maeve invited Los out for drinks.

The usual spot, inside a bar with an elegant ambiance.

Los, dressed in casual clothes, sat in a booth, sipping red wine and looking at the empty bar and dance hall.

This place is high-end and was previously frequented only by the wealthy, so its quietness is normal.

However, it's very unusual that there aren't even bartenders or waiters tonight.

"Little brother, no need to look anymore. This bar has always been mine, and I'm clearing it out tonight."

A pleasant voice rang out.

Accompanied by the crisp, powerful clapping of high heels, a beautiful woman in a red strapless dress walked in.

It was none other than Queen Maeve, but today she was clearly dressed up carefully, a far cry from her previous haggard and dejected appearance.

Her dark golden hair cascaded down her shoulders in curls, and her dignified face featured exquisite and beautiful features. Her delicate earlobes, smooth forehead, and bare collarbone were all adorned with elegant gemstone jewelry.

Queen Maeve already possesses a model-like figure. Her red dress features an extremely high slit, and with each elegant and confident step, her long, shapely legs are unmistakably revealed.

In the dim light of the bar.

The other person was like a rose in full bloom, displaying its full beauty and fragrance on its last night.

For no apparent reason, Los thought of the soldier boy.

Is it possible that the other person is right, and that women really do get better with age?

"Miss Maeve, you've gone too far!"

Los put down his glass and said with a stern face.

Queen Maeve looked at him curiously, "What's so excessive?"

Los looked like he'd been tricked, and said dejectedly, "You own the bar, yet you made me pay before. Aren't you trying to profit from both sides?!"

Queen Maeve laughed heartily, her ample bosom swaying slightly.

She felt she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Queen Maeve sat down next to Los, exhaling softly, her red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered:

"What kind of apology do you want? Just tell me, and I'll agree to it, but only tonight!"

Los and Queen Maeve exchanged glances and chuckled, "Then mix me a drink first, let me try the proprietress's skills."

Queen Maeve rose with a smile, her high-slit skirt revealing glimpses of her skin. "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Looking at Queen Maeve, who was adept at both advancing and retreating, Los thought that compared to her, Starlight was clearly several levels below Seductive.

Of course, he knew that Queen Maeve had her reasons.

Queen Maeve arrived at the bar like a bright flame, skillfully mixing drinks while glancing at Los out of the corner of her eye.

In the afternoon, she secretly made contact with the Boys.

Tomorrow, the group will join forces with Soldier Boy to hunt down Homelander, the leader of the Seven!

The other members of the Seven are now in the hospital, having just had a heart transplant.

Starlight will be going out tomorrow for a lecture.

Of the Super Seven, only Los, the second-generation Black, remains as the vice-captain.

Queen Maeve sees through the Seven, including Homelander, but the youngest Asian youth in front of her remains shrouded in mystery.

The other party is very close to Homelander. His superpowers seem to be just simple enhancements, but his true strength is unfathomable. In just one month, he has firmly established himself as the vice captain.

The other seven members either admired or revered him, and all obeyed his commands.

As for Deepsea and Stormfront, who once offended Los Angeles, they've probably gone off to make their fortune somewhere now.

It can be said that the other party is already the hidden leader of the Super Seven, second only to one person!

Queen Maeve believed that the encirclement and assassination plot she had set up against the Homelanders tomorrow would most likely succeed.

If there are any variables, they might lie with this newly-adult vice-captain!