He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

The woman, her back pressed against the wall, was the first to recognize Los, exclaiming in surprise, "He's Superman, Los!"

"what?"

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

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

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

123 Iron Man: Los, do you want a wife?

Five seconds after meeting, the battle begins.

Along the corridors of the luxurious manor, the floorboards were molten into red lava.

Killian swiftly swung his extremely hot right fist, carrying a surging heat wave, but it was quickly blocked by Los's raised left palm.

The high temperature and impact were all blocked by a bare hand, preventing it from moving forward.

The air was still distorted, and lava flowed across the ground.

Killian's eyes burned with intense heat as he stared in disbelief at his fist, which he could easily pierce through a steel plate, being effortlessly stopped by the young man's outstretched fingers.

Not only could superhuman strength not move the opponent, but even the extremely high temperature that they had previously been so proud of had no effect.

Kirian truly felt it.

There seems to be a diaphragm, an insurmountable wall of sighs, lying between the two.

It is said that the smarter a person is, the more foolish they tend to be in certain matters.

Los looked at Killian, who was radiating heat and was extremely hot.

His body floated slightly, and with one hand he pressed down on Kirian, who had been injected with the Extremis virus, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

Los asked, "Is this all the heat you have to burn me to ashes?"

Bang!

The corridor floor was melted through by the extremely high temperature, and Kirian fell to the ground floor below.

He cried out urgently, "Enemy attack!"

next moment.

A dozen security personnel immediately rushed toward Los, their bodies radiating a scorching red light, their temperature and physique greatly enhanced.

Los hovered in mid-air at the height of the second floor, looking around at the Extremis virus injectors who had almost melted through half of the manor.

"Then let's get a little serious."

As he said this, a crimson light, even hotter than the so-called 3,000-degree Celsius extreme heat, suddenly shone in his eyes.

That afternoon.

The top floor of Stark Tower.

Tony, who was sleeping on the sun chair, rolled over and suddenly woke up.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw that the fiery red sun had already sunk behind the city, and the sky was filled with the glow of sunset.

"Tony, you're awake?"

A familiar female voice came from beside him. Tony sat up from the sunchair and looked at his secretary, Pepper, who was standing guard beside him.

Tony asked in surprise, "What time is it now?"

Six o'clock in the evening.

"So, I slept here for ten hours?"

Tony was stunned.

Pepper nodded and sighed, "Yes, I haven't seen you sleep so well in a long time, so I didn't wake you up rashly."

"You should have woken me up!"

Tony seemed to remember something and said anxiously, "Didn't I arrange a press conference at noon? We also need to find out the whereabouts of that terrorist leader Mandarin as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more suicide attacks..."

Before Tony could finish speaking, Pepper suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "It's no longer needed."

Why?

Tony stared blankly at Pepper, who then took out equipment and had the AI ​​Jarvis project a news report:

"This afternoon, Mandarin, the Mandarin who admitted to the self-destruction attack that caused nationwide panic, was arrested by Superman Los in Florida."

"Mandarin is just an actor in the public eye; the mastermind behind it all is bioscientist Oldrezi-Kirian, who developed an extremity virus that can cause the body to generate extremely high temperatures or spontaneously combust."

“Killian and the one who injected the virus died by self-destruction. Only the actor who played Mandarin and another female scientist, Maya Hansen, survived at the scene.”

After reading the news report, Tony's expression was complicated. "So it was them."

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the city lit up with neon lights.

"Is that how it's resolved?"

Tony sat in the sun chair, still feeling like he was dreaming.

What was causing me a lot of trouble yesterday was easily resolved by someone else after I took a long nap.

Tony had never had such a relaxing and wonderful experience.

He remarked, "I really need to thank Los properly."

"Me too."

Pepper covered her mouth and laughed, looking at Tony whose face had regained some color.

Perhaps only that little Superman can give Tony such a peaceful rest these days.

the next morning.

Roosevelt Island, located between Manhattan and Queens.

On a seaside cliff, Tony led Los to a brand-new white villa.

"Loss, how's it going here?"

Tony explained, "This mountain is also part of the estate, which I bought as well. You won't have to worry about being disturbed by media reporters while you live here."

He spread his hands casually and said, "Of course, you can live in Stark Tower or one of these detached villas in the future, it's up to you."

Tony even considered letting Los continue living in Stark Tower.

Los didn't stand on ceremony with Tony and nodded, saying, "I'll accept it."

Tony immediately smiled happily. Money meant nothing to him; as long as Los was satisfied, it was worth it.

"That's right."

Tony reminded him, "Loss, you've moved to this detached villa and you're single, I suggest you hire a housekeeper."

"Oh?"

Los's eyes flickered, and he replied, "Is it necessary?"

"Of course."

Tony stroked his beard and said seriously, "The butler can not only take care of the house for you, saving you from chores and other mundane matters, but also help you deal with the media reporters."

Looking at Los, who seemed as innocent as a college student, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Los is very strong and perfect in every way, but he is too kind.

Tony worries that one day Los will be harmed by something unrelated to his strength.

He patted his chest and promised, "As long as Stark Industries exists, I will reimburse all your expenses and the hiring manager's expenses!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Los nodded in agreement, going along with Tony's offer.

At this moment.

Tony's secretary, Pepper, dressed in a white suit, brought a white girl to the seaside cliff.

Pepper Potts, as Iron Man's personal secretary and Stark Industries' second-in-command, is not only stunningly beautiful but also a highly capable and efficient businesswoman.

With her dignified demeanor and confident aura, she is clearly a suitable female companion to be taken out in public, no matter the occasion.

The white girl next to her, although her face was younger and more immature, was also exceptionally beautiful.

Her smooth, dark gold hair fell to her left shoulder, exuding both sophistication and sexiness.

She has a tall and slender figure, over 1.7 meters tall, with a slim waist and no excess fat. Her black skirt suit covers her rounded hips, and her long legs strut powerfully in high heels.

Her dark eyes were bright and mischievous, and standing next to Pepper Potts, who had been a secretary for many years, she was not much less imposing.

Tony introduced Los to her, saying, "I'd like to recommend someone to you. Don't let her age fool you; she's only eighteen. She just graduated from Harvard with a degree in Business Administration."

The girl wasn't shy at all and walked forward confidently. "Mr. Stark, Mr. Los, my name is Skye."

Los squinted and stared at Skye, who was applying for the job as a butler.

Tony pulled Los aside, revealing a gentlemanly, enigmatic smile: "I went to great lengths to select them."

“I’ve looked at her resume for you. Her height, waist, and bust are comparable to those of magazine models. Moreover, she’s intelligent, sensible, and a highly educated intellectual. She’s not the kind of person who’s all looks and no brains.”

He chuckled, "How about that? You're the same age, it'll be easier for you to communicate."

Los looked at the old gentleman speechlessly.

No, is this a delivery of a butler or a heated bed for him?

124. Shockwave Woman Skye, Unexpected Changes

At the urging of the old gentleman Iron Man.

Los looked again at Skye, the girl who had come to apply for the housekeeper position.

Tony is right. She's quite good-looking and has a great figure; she's a young hottie.

However, that's not the point.

Under Los's super vision, although the other person's physical structure was basically the same as that of ordinary humans, there were still subtle differences.

The beating heart is stronger and more powerful, full of vitality, as if hiding unawakened energy.

This distinction is like that between humans and superhumans in the Black Robe world: they appear the same, but their inner selves are quite different from other extraordinary species.

Perhaps, at this moment, even the girl herself was unaware of her own special nature.

Also, the name 'Sky' sounded somewhat familiar to Los.

The future S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 10 agent, Quake, Daisy Johnson's second name?

Los doesn't believe that Iron Man carefully selected a future S.H.I.E.L.D. agent from across the United States.

This is clearly a behind-the-scenes operation by S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for Iron Man...

Los looked at the gentleman with an intriguing expression.

This guy has crashed so many times because he thinks with his lower body.

Los thought for a moment and agreed: "Tony, do as you say."

"Great!"

Tony thought Los had figured it out and immediately smiled with delight.

After handling the house contract and hiring a butler for Los, Iron Man left the seaside hilltop estate with Pepper.

The villa gate was closed.

The huge, luxurious duplex seaside villa was now empty except for Los and Skye, and the living room fell silent.

Skye lightly touched her white suit skirt and sat on the sofa with feigned elegance, her long, beautiful legs seamlessly joined together, and her hands resting obediently on her knees.

Her once bright and cunning eyes were no longer darting around; instead, she looked down at her knees with slight tension.

After the door closed.