He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

Chapter 122 Superman Like the Sun

A week has passed.

Online discussions about Superman Ross have not stopped; in fact, they have become increasingly heated, forming a trend.

after all.

Since the arrival of Los in the Battle of New York, the alien invasion war has been resolved in one fell swoop.

New York City, which is still in the process of reconstruction, has seen its crime rate plummet by 90% compared to previous years.

Some criminals who try to take advantage of the chaos will be packed up and sent to the police station along with their filth on the same day.

That's right, it was a package secured with ropes and hung securely on the entrance of the police station.

This seemed to be just a side effect for that Mr. Superman.

He doesn't just operate in New York City; his activities extend to cities like Washington, D.C., and Chicago.

Sometimes people not only see his flying suit in North America, but also on the other side of the world, on the other side of the globe, they can see that red cape fluttering in the blue sky.

Los is not just about fighting crime.

This includes, but is not limited to, volcanic eruptions, floods, earthquakes, avalanches, and tsunamis.

This is something the Avengers want to do, but are unable to deal with due to distractions.

Combating human criminals and terrorist organizations is difficult enough, let alone fighting natural disasters on one's own.

This isn't a question of whether or not one wants to, but rather whether or not one can do it.

Only Los could easily fight against natural disasters.

His name is gradually becoming synonymous with "hope in the Marvel world today".

That night.

New York, at a major local theater.

Amidst the cheers and laughter of the people.

Happy, dressed in a suit and tie, looked up at the theater entrance.

On a bench, two suspicious-looking middle-aged men were making some kind of transaction, unnoticed by the many citizens around with children.

As Tony Stark's driver and bodyguard, Happy keenly sensed something was amiss.

Is this a live drug transaction?

He had a bad feeling, a sense that something was even more terrifying than this kind of transaction.

After one of the white men left.

Happy didn't hesitate and walked towards the man who was still on the bench, looking somewhat dazed.

Just as Happy was about to get close to the other party.

A hand landed on his shoulder from behind.

Happy turned around in surprise and saw the white man who had just left.

Clearly, he had been exposed.

The white man stared at him coldly and warned, "Mind your own business."

Happy immediately took action, his obese body displaying astonishing agility as he attempted to subdue the man.

As a result, the other party pushed his tall and fat body several meters away with one hand!

Amidst the panicked exclamations of the crowd.

Happy fell flat on his backside onto the floor at the theater entrance, utterly terrified.

That's a power that no normal human could possess!

He glanced quickly at the white man, then his gaze was soon drawn to the second man who remained on the bench.

The other person was swallowing some kind of mysterious drug, and it seemed as if molten lava was flowing through his body. Heat emanated from his skin, making him look like a self-igniting powder keg.

"Help me, I'm losing control!"

The man whispered in anguish.

His entire body glowed, his heat surged, and then he suddenly exploded!

Happy, along with several citizens at the theater entrance, watched helplessly as the man's body exploded not far in front of them.

Like detonating explosives, terrifying light and shockwaves swept outwards, beginning to reap lives.

Happy lay on the ground, his mind blank.

Finished!

He had no time to react, and even when he did, it was too late to escape the blast zone.

At this critical moment.

A tall figure descended from the sky, blocking Happy's path, his red cape billowing as it swept forward, covering the swirling blast of energy!

laugh!

Hot winds blew, and smoke filled the air.

The self-destruction, which was powerful enough to destroy an area of ​​ten meters, was contained within a one-meter radius, and the fierce flames were also blocked by the young man's figure.

Happy stared wide-eyed at the black-haired youth standing in front of him.

In his eyes, the other party was practically a god.

No, it is more sacred and great than those ethereal and aloof gods.

"It's Mr. Superman."

The other rescued citizens and children also showed smiles of relief, looking with surprise at Los who had arrived at the scene and instantly turned the tide.

Happy quickly reminded him, "There's one more."

"I know," Los said softly.

With the red cape swaying.

Happy only felt a blur before his eyes, and the young man disappeared from the spot.

Just as he got up from the ground, he saw Los carrying the white man he had previously traded with in one hand, floating back to the theater entrance.

"Damn it, let me go!"

The white man continued to struggle.

A faint red glow emanated from his body, making him seem like a heat source, with temperatures of several hundred degrees Celsius distorting the air.

The opponent's abilities were clearly more stable than the man who self-destructed. In addition to generating his own heat, his strength and physique were also significantly enhanced.

pity.

In Los's hands, he was still no different from an ordinary person.

"Let's calm down."

With a swift chop, Los knocked the glowing, radiant white man unconscious and tossed him onto a patch of charred ground.

Happy stared blankly at the young man who had easily resolved the terrorist attack in five seconds.

At this time.

Clang, clang—!

Iron Man, dressed in gold and red painted Mark armor, and another in original painted armor with a gun barrel attached to his back, arrived late at the theater entrance.

Iron Man removed his mask and asked Happy with concern, "Happy, are you alright?"

"It's alright, thank goodness he came."

Happy snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and gestured to the floating Los.

Iron Man looked at Los and said gratefully, "Loss, thank you again!"

"It was just something I did."

Los smiled and said, "I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going back to rest."

"9

Done.

He soared into the sky, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Next to Iron Man, the original painted metal mask was removed, revealing a black male face inside the second Iron Man armor.

War Machine, U.S. Colonel Rhodes, looked up in the direction Los had gone and exclaimed, "Faster than the armor of the New Ark Reactor engine, he truly is a monster."

At the scene, a child who had just been rescued angrily shouted, "You're not allowed to insult Mr. Superman!"

"Mine, mine."

Rod touched his nose sheepishly.

Recently, that person's fame and prestige have become terrifying. Of course, his achievements fully justify the adoration he receives.

"Happy, tell me what happened just now."

Iron Man looked at the scorch marks from the self-destruction on the ground, and the unconscious white man lying on the ground.

"Okay." Happy nodded.

Now he finally understood why Tony was spending all his time at Stark Tower.

Being close to that person truly gives you a great sense of security.

Like the dawn, the sun dispels the darkness and illuminates the world.

The next day, in the morning.

Tony arrived at Stark Tower and recounted the events of the previous night to Los.

"A terrorist named Mandarin from the Middle East has confessed to carrying out last night's attack in front of the Grand Theatre."

>