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Chapter 94 The Soldier Boy Thaws

As the soldier boy gradually regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a soft, large bed, his original metal armor replaced by a well-fitting red T-shirt and pure white shorts.

He clutched his throbbing head, his memory stuck on the moment he uncontrollably released the chest cannon and was then carried by Xin Xuanse as they leaped out of the Vought Group building in an explosion.

The soldier boy looked up in surprise and saw a familiar figure leaning against the doorway, a striking cloak draped over his shoulders.

It was his biological son, Homelander!

"What the hell is going on here?"

The soldier boy tried to get up, but found that his body had not fully recovered and his joints were very stiff.

"Wait, it's okay."

Homelander raised his hands and explained, "I didn't want to hurt you. This is my room. You were just frozen for more than half a month. I've thawed you."

Upon hearing this, the soldier boy's face suddenly turned ashen, as if it were more disgusting than eating excrement and more painful than death.

Feeling the soreness in his buttocks and the exhaustion mixed with his body, he stared wide-eyed at his homelander and said, "So, you're using me as a Fiji cup? Getting pleasure from incestuous father-son relationships?"

"Of course not!"

Even the people of the motherland couldn't hold back anymore; their facial features scrunched up.

However, he sighed in the end and didn't say anything more.

The silence of the people of the motherland made the soldier boy even more certain of his inner thoughts.

"Fuck! Speak up, speak up! Did you use my mouth?"

He grumbled as he put on his pants, only to see Homelander leaning against the doorway, staring blankly out the window.

The soldier boy stopped talking.

For some reason, he felt that the people of his homeland seemed somewhat helpless at that moment.

The soldier boy approached the window and saw a crowd of people carrying a black coffin adorned with flowers toward a New York cemetery.

He asked curiously, "Who died?"

Homelander responded in a low voice: "The vice-captain of the Seven, the second-generation Black, Ryan's godfather."

He paused, sniffed, and continued, "His name was Los, but unfortunately, the world only knows him as the one who died in black."

"I remember him. He was a man, a real tough guy."

The soldier boy vividly remembered the two times the second-generation Xuanse faced the chest cannon head-on, and said with great regret, "I'm sorry, I killed him."

"He didn't die from your chest-throwing cannon." Homelander shook his head.

"Wait, is this a state funeral?"

The soldier boy was surprised to find that the American flag near the street was lowered to half-mast, and the black funeral was quite a grand affair.

Homelander calmly replied, "I'm already in the White House, and now I'm the president. I can do whatever I want."

Today.

Ms. Shetty announced that she was unwell and would temporarily hand over presidential power to Vice President Ashley and Homelander.

This was actually a private agreement between the two parties: Ms. Shetty relinquished presidential power in exchange for absolute control of Godotkin University.

Everything is under the control of the wise.

The soldier boy saw the desolation in the eyes of his father, who, despite being in the White House and practically ruling America, felt little joy from him.

His expression suddenly turned even uglier. "You bastard, you really are Fuck's gay man!"

Homelander: "————"

The soldier boy also thought of something else: the name "Loss" was the same as that of an interesting little rascal he knew, though it was probably just a coincidence.

If I get the chance, I'll have to let that little rascal get a shield to play with.

The news of his death, commemorated with state funeral rites, spread throughout the world via the news.

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The locomotive stood solemnly in front of the New York cemetery, dressed in a black suit, as straight as a pine tree.

He stood alone for a long time, until frost and snow fell from the dark clouds, enveloping the vast city.

The locomotive took a picture of a tortoise out of its pocket and placed it in front of the cemetery.

"I really like the gift you gave me. Isn't it a little late to say that?"

The locomotive smiled and clutched its heart.

"I must run, for I am older than you and want to do what I can still do."

The locomotive took a deep breath, raised its head and straightened its chest, and began to stride forward again. Although its steps were slow, they were firm and powerful, as if it had finally found its own tracks.

Clang! Clang!

Inside an empty apartment building in New York.

The bricks were smashed against the iron chain, and as sparks flew, the chain finally broke.

Xingguang put down the brick in his hand, dragged the iron chain to the iron window, and looked at the black and white photo on the GG screen of the distant building.

Before the tears could even fall from my eyes, they were evaporated by the blinding light.

Starlight knew that Xuanse was killed by a superhuman sent by the Wise One, and that the murderer had most likely used her appearance and identity as a disguise!

She looked up at the sky, which was covered by dark clouds, with grief and indignation, unable to see a single ray of sunshine.

But they must resist!

Starlight dragged the iron chain and struggled to get up from the ground.

Even if her strength is as faint as a firefly, she will still shine her own light in this dark night.

middle East.

When the news of Xuanse's death drifted across the sea and reached the city at the bottom of the snowy valley on the other side.

Queen Maeve stood frozen in the middle of the street, all the joy she had felt in the city during this time vanished.

The sun in her heart seemed to have been extinguished as well.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Kenji reached out and waved his hand in front of Maeve's eyes.

"It's nothing."

Maeve shook her head, but tears continued to fall.

Kenji smiled and said, "Let's go, He wants to see you."

"Him? The sun god who liberated this place?"

Disoriented and almost instinctively following Kenji, Maeve arrived at a modern building in the city.

After Kenji led the way, he left.

Maeve walked into the building alone. The interior light and shadow were distinctly interwoven, with the center being brighter than the outside.

She looked along the sunlight streaming through the openwork of the building's dome and saw a young man in a white shirt sitting on a sofa, watching the news broadcast about the black funeral with great interest.

"Los?"

Queen Maeve wore a look of utter disbelief.

For a moment, she doubted her own eyes, looking at the young man Los bathed in sunlight on the sofa, and then at the vice-captain's black coffin being buried in the ground on the television screen.

The young man looked flattered and teased, "Miss Maeve, so you really can be sad for me."

Queen Maeve shuddered.

That tone, that manner of speaking, it really is him!

"Damn it, you're still alive? Wait, are you the sun god?"

Maeve wiped away her tears, feeling both surprised and overwhelmed, her mind nearly exploding.

There's too much information to process all at once!

"Actually, I am also the chairman of Steel Body Industries, and the hacker Iron Man in The Boys."

Los smiled.

There are too many people with different identities; there's no room for so many to stand here.

Of course, none of these previous identities matter anymore; from now on, he will only have one identity.

An aura of power emanated from Los, his gaze sharp as he confidently addressed Queen Maeve: "Ready to seize victory, Miss Maeve?"

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