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Chapter 95 Meeting at the Summit, Declaring War on the Homeland!

three days later.

In a basement office in the Middle East.

Los stopped using his [Reconstruct] ability and looked at the other Injustice Superman suit that had been created on the workbench.

Rather than being a copy of Injustice Superman, it's more like a combination of the Injustice Superman suit and Iron Man armor.

Apart from the helmet, the armor suit is almost entirely made of vibranium, and its thickness is incomparable to the previous lightweight vibranium armor suits.

A true Anti-Homelander armor.

The only drawback is that excessively thick vibranium armor can affect the absorption of external sunlight.

Of course, this is on the premise that it can be broken through and damaged the Kryptonian body's internal engineering structure.

"gentlemen."

Inside the studio, the voice of AI Monday rang out: "The Wise One and the former Black Robe leader Butcher have secretly teamed up, while Homelander has temporarily teamed up with Soldier Boy. Both sides are vying for the last remaining first-generation Compound V reagent in the world."

Los nodded to himself; the father-son duo of Homelander and Soldier Boy did not surprise him.

No matter what, the two are related by blood.

It was the wise man who collaborated with the butcher.

Clearly, neither of them wanted Homelander to obtain Compound V and ascend to godhood.

Los asked, "How's it going on their end?"

Monday: "The first-generation compound reagent is in the hands of Bomb Vision, whose opponent is also a first-generation superhuman trained by the Vought Organization. Homelander and Soldier Boy are hunting him down."

"The killer has found and kidnapped the lover of the Bomb Vision player. The Bomb Vision player clearly wants to inject his lover with a drug so they can share immortality."

"That medicine might be a variable; we can't give it to anyone."

Los's eyes flashed as he gave Monday the instruction: "Connect simultaneously—Jordan, Kate, the Lighthouse, and Queen Maeve."

"Yes."

Before long, all four communications were connected by artificial intelligence.

"BOSS."

"Loss."

"Black?"

Seeing the four people's doubts, Los smiled slightly and calmly instructed, "Everyone, it's time. Get ready."

Queen Maeve stated firmly, "I was prepared long ago, six months ago."

Kate quickly replied, "Godokin University is ready for war."

"This day is truly coming; the world is undergoing a major transformation."

The lamplighter sighed, yet was filled with anticipation.

Jordan, unable to contain his excitement, asked again, "Boss, really? Tomorrow?!"

Los nodded slightly: "Yes, let's declare war on Walter and the White House, and let everyone witness that we will take over the world."

Late at night, inside a warehouse.

An aging and faded geisha is tied to a chair, with a butcher standing guard beside her.

The butcher's gaze was deep and thoughtful.

Now, all the other members of the Boys have been imprisoned in the Freedom Camp, leaving only him.

The hacker Iron Man has also disappeared.

The Butcher waits for the bomb's vision to arrive, hoping to exchange it for the first-generation Compound V in the opponent's possession.

By injecting himself with the drug, he might gain the strength to fight the Homelanders.

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The Butcher pondered to himself that he had once considered training Ryan to seek revenge, but Ryan was closer to Homelander than he had imagined.

Since that's the case, then I'll do it myself.

As the butcher was pondering, a figure descended from the sky and landed lightly inside the warehouse.

The bomb vision should be back, as long as it's not Homelander.

The butcher looked in the direction of the sound and was quickly stunned, his mouth agape.

"Loss, how could it be you?"

The butcher stared in astonishment at the black-haired youth who had appeared in the warehouse. It was none other than the long-lost hacker, Iron Man, Los.

"Why can't it be me?"

As he spoke softly, Los walked toward the old geisha who had been kidnapped by the butcher.

The butcher frowned.

He then realized that Los was not carrying any technological devices.

How did that person just fall from the sky?

The butcher removed his glove, and black tentacles wriggled on his severed right hand. He warned Los warily, "Get back! I won't let you near her!"

Los remained unmoved and continued walking towards the geisha.

"Don't blame me!"

The butcher raised his right hand, and a dozen black tentacles stabbed menacingly toward Los.

Los glanced sideways, his eyes glowing red.

Two scorching crimson rays streaked across the night, severing the black tentacles that were reaching forward. The cut surfaces of the tentacles sizzled as they melted!

"Loss, did you also receive the temporary compound five injection?"

Looking at the thermal laser similar to that of the Homelander, the Butcher opened his eyes wide in surprise and disbelief.

He believes that injecting this stuff can severely shorten one's lifespan, and that someone of Iron Man's wealth would not get it.

Los shook his head.

He stopped pretending, laid his cards on the table, and let out a sigh of relief.

It was just a breath, yet a cold, chilly wind suddenly arose out of nowhere.

The cold air froze the still-wriggling tentacles on the ground and on the butcher's body into ice, even freezing the sharp hooks and crowbars that the butcher had secretly hidden on his back.

The butcher stared blankly at Los, who seemed like a completely different person, while the terrified brain tumor tentacles recognized him even faster than he did.

"It's you, Black, Iron Man, how is this possible—"

The butcher's mind is in turmoil.

He was too calculating, believing that he and the wise man were equal partners, but he never imagined that he would be part of the scheme.

Until he was frozen solid, his life was slowly extinguished, and the butcher's jaw trembled incessantly, as if he were laughing.

People of the motherland, if you find—

Billy Butcher, the Butcher.

He died here.

Los stepped forward, picked up the bound geisha, and flew away from the scene.

On the night sky.

A white male figure, like a humanoid missile, flew towards the warehouse, breaking the sound barrier.

He kept accelerating, so much so that even when he saw Los carrying his lover high in the air, he still couldn't stop!

With one hand holding the geisha, Los quickly extended his other hand to block the bomb's line of sight, which resembled a human missile.

"Don't!"

The person in the bomb's field of vision cried out in panic.

However, the scene of the other party being smashed to pieces, which I had imagined, did not happen.

The bomb's vision felt like it had hit a thick steel plate; the impact itself was enough to create a hole in the ground, but it was slowed down by the even greater force coming from the opponent's hand.

Los caught the bomb hurtling through the air like a ball.

The bomber immediately checked on his lover's condition and breathed a sigh of relief upon finding that she was physically alright.

He said in a deep voice, "Although I don't know who you are, you're here for the potion too, aren't you?"

Los responded softly, "Bomb vision, I'll give you two choices."

"First, I can make you lose the effects of Compound No. 5, allowing you and your loved one to grow old together."

"Second, I can replicate Compound No. 5 from the first generation and give you another one."

He said confidently, "No matter what, you can't keep Compound V in your possession."

The bomb's vision fell silent; now, various forces around the world, especially the Homelanders, were searching for him.

Compound No. 5 of the first generation is indeed beyond saving.

The person with the bomb-like vision asked, "Can you arrange a safe place for us?"

Los said calmly, "There's a place in the Middle East that would be perfect for you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, after tomorrow, you won't need to worry about the Homelanders anymore."

"Why?" Bomb Vision looked completely bewildered.

at the same time.

At the headquarters of the Vought Corporation, the wise man stood up from his chair, looking at the information provided by the intelligence department in astonishment.

Is this a declaration of war?

Now that they have Homelander as their leader, control of the White House, and superhumans stationed in the military, who dares to declare war?!

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