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Chapter 123 Superman Los's Super Justice

Stark Tower, top floor.

Tony Stark clenched his fist tightly and continued angrily, "These people are truly lawless! If it weren't for you, Happy would have been seriously injured, if not dead, last night!"

"They even warned the president from afar; their suicide bombing and murder are extremely arrogant!"

Los reclined on a sun lounger on the rooftop terrace, basking in the morning sun, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Tony, but the laws in the Middle East prohibit the intervention of foreign forces. There's nothing I can do."

Tony looked at the young man bathed in sunlight.

He was well aware of the strength that Los possessed.

As long as the other party wants it.

Perhaps in less than a day, we can find and eliminate the terrorist leader hiding in the Middle East.

Unfortunately, Los was too kind and too law-abiding.

Aside from annihilating alien forces, Tony had never actually seen Los kill anyone. Even when facing terrorists capable of self-igniting and exploding, he would simply knock them unconscious and hand them over to the local military and police.

Of course, this is perhaps one of the main characteristics that led him to be called a god among men.

Tony came to see Los today simply because he wanted someone to talk to; he didn't mean to ask Los to deal with the terrorist leader.

He believed he could handle it, and he already owed Los a lot of favors, which were still piling up.

"Tony."

Los glanced sideways at the middle-aged gentleman, whose face was filled with anger and anxiety. "What do you plan to do?"

"They're so arrogant, I naturally can't tolerate it."

Tony scoffed and declared defiantly, "I plan to hold a press conference at noon to publicly declare war on those terrorists!"

Los shook his head and suggested softly, "I think you need to rest right now."

"Rest?" Tony was taken aback.

Looking at the man's dark circles and weary, weathered face, Los asked, "How much sleep do you get each day? Do you get more than four hours?"

Tony fell silent.

Indeed, he had been suffering from insomnia for nights on end since the Battle of New York.

As soon as I close my eyes, the war scene of the Chitauri army invading New York will appear before my eyes, thus waking me up.

Therefore, he has been working on improving the Mark armor all this time without taking a break.

Pepper often tells herself to rest more, but it seems that only by strengthening Mark's armor can she alleviate the severe anxiety in her heart.

How could he sleep when faced with threats from alien forces and gods?

Los remained lounging in the sun lounger, saying casually, "Didn't you notice? The weather's lovely today."

"The sun is shining brightly, and the temperature and humidity in the air are perfect for sleeping."

"Jarvis said something similar this morning," Tony muttered.

Los gestured to the empty sun chair next to him, "Why don't you lie down and try it too?"

"I can't rest in environments outside my room, and I'm also particular about my bed."

That's what Tony said.

But at Los's invitation, she walked to another sun lounger, tried to sit down, and lay down stiffly.

"It feels like lying dead at a funeral."

He clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest, which was covered by a formal suit, and made a self-deprecating remark.

The morning sunlight felt warm and pleasant on my skin.

Tony stared blankly at the vast, azure New York sky.

The blue sky was very clear.

It seems that the torn sky, the descending alien army, and the pervasive smoke from a week ago were just an illusion.

"It seems pretty good," Tony murmured softly.

He heard the young man's casual words: "Don't worry, with me here, the sky won't fall."

A seemingly simple sentence, yet it contains immense power.

Tony closed his eyes wearily.

After basking in the sun for a while, Los could hear even breathing coming from the sun lounger next to him.

Iron Man, the leader of the Avengers, is lying peacefully in a sun lounger.

She actually fell asleep.

Perhaps because he had saved the other's life, Tony was completely unsuspecting of himself.

Los shook his head inwardly. Under the influence of Superhuman Force, he easily broke free from the constraints of gravity and quietly floated up from the sunchair.

His figure flashed.

He has disappeared from the top floor of Stark Tower.

Miami, Florida.

Inside a luxurious estate, a dozen armed security personnel are stationed.

In a room on the second floor, an elderly actor is playing the terrorist Mandarin, making threatening remarks in front of the camera.

After the performance.

"Okay, absolutely perfect."

A white man in a suit stepped out from behind the camera, clapped his hands, and pulled a wad of green US dollar bills from his pocket.

"Thank you, thank you, boss!"

The actor who had previously exuded an imposing aura immediately bowed and nodded, accepting the money.

"Do a good job."

Killian, who was addressed as "the boss," patted the veteran actor on the shoulder and walked out of the specially decorated performance room.

Outside the corridor.

A woman stood with her arms crossed, looking at him with a serious expression.

Killian immediately went to greet her and said with a light laugh, "My dear Miss Maya, the enhanced version of the Extremis virus that we jointly developed has been a success. We should both be happy."

Why provide the Extremis virus to terrorists?

Maya, her voice trembling with emotion, demanded, "Do you know that they self-destructed in front of the Grand Theatre last night, nearly causing injuries and deaths to several civilians!"

"Their casualties were all worthwhile."

Killian said expressionlessly, "At least it proved to us the enormous success of the Extremis virus, didn't it?"

"you."

Maya took a few steps back, looking at Killian in disbelief.

The other party was clearly no longer the pure scientist she had always thought of, one who was contributing to the future of humanity.

She asked bitterly, "What do you want to do next?"

"It's simple. That Stark kid, and Pepper Potts, they look down on us, right? Let's start by taking them down!"

Killian said calmly, "Their deaths will also prove to the world the power of our Extremis virus."

"You're crazy."

Maya, her beautiful face pale, pleaded, "Aren't you afraid of Superman? What if he finds out—"

"What Superman?"

Killian dismissed this with a sneer, saying, "It's just media hype, using idolization to cover up the Battle of New York."

A faint glow of heat emanated from his face as he proudly declared, "The Extremis Virus can bring me to an ultra-high temperature of three thousand degrees Celsius!"

"No matter what kind of metal armor it is, or what kind of steel body it is, it will be instantly incinerated into ashes when it encounters me!"

As soon as Killian finished speaking, someone behind him suddenly questioned, "Really?"

"Who?"

Killian and Maya turned around in surprise and found an Asian youth inexplicably appearing in the corridor of the luxurious manor.

Los, dressed in ordinary casual clothes and not even wearing his Kryptonian suit, murmured, "Three thousand degrees Celsius, that's a truly terrifying number."

"Where did you come from?"

Killian frowned, staring intently at the young man.

There should be security personnel stationed and patrolling both inside and outside the manor, as arranged by him.

Los shrugged, pointed at himself, and chuckled softly, "Weren't you the one talking about me, saying you wanted to burn me to ashes?"

"It's him."

The woman, her back against the wall, recognized Ross first and exclaimed in surprise, "He's Superman, Ross!"

"What?"

Killian's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at the seemingly harmless young man.

His body temperature soared almost instinctively, the heat distorting the air through his skin, instantly breaking through two thousand degrees Celsius, and his designer suit spontaneously combusted!

The corridor floor and surrounding walls where Killian stood rapidly melted into magma, like a lava monster charging towards Los!