"Fine, I'll form the strongest team—a team that obeys my every command and never holds me back."
Homelander said joyfully. At that moment, he thought of the plan he had been laying out all along. Perhaps he could select some people from it.
Death nodded in satisfaction. "Besides a team, you also need to strengthen yourself. That person didn't personally make a move today. He stopped you with nothing but a dagger."
"What? That person didn't personally make a move today?"
Homelander flew into a rage. Was that person looking down on him? He swore to himself that the next time they met, he would tear the other man apart and make him understand how formidable he was.
Manhattan Hospital.
A-Train lay on the hospital bed, looking utterly lifeless. It couldn't be helped—he had just received two pieces of news that couldn't possibly be worse.
The first piece of bad news came from the doctor. His heart had been pushed to the brink of collapse due to drug abuse. From now on, forget using his powers—even walking a little faster would be impossible.
For A-Train, the fastest man in the world, that was practically a death sentence.
The second piece of bad news came from a Vought employee. Madelyn was preparing to retire him. Promotional videos and interviews were already being arranged. Once he recovered a little, the retirement process would begin.
In short, A-Train had lost his powers, his dream, and his career in a short period of time. He was now a worthless cripple.
A-Train wanted to lose his temper, but the moment he became agitated, the machines beside him began beeping wildly. The frightened doctors and nurses hurriedly injected him with all kinds of drugs.
"I don't even have the right to be angry anymore."
A-Train