"Jeff, Peter's ability is mimicry. Over the next few days, copy as many other ability users' powers as you can."
Angela instructed Jeff, "You'll be our main force against Homelander and Soldier Boy."
"Rest assured, Mrs. Perry. Next time, I'll defeat Soldier Boy—and Homelander too."
Jeff spoke confidently. Peter's power was a god-tier ability: the more abilities he copied, the stronger he became.
Nathan stayed at the base for a while before returning to his office. As a congressman, he had plenty to do every day.
For instance, with something so serious happening in Las Vegas that even the residents had to be evacuated, a hardliner like him naturally had to give a speech and make his position clear.
The presidency, huh? I thought it would take at least another twenty years before I could even reach for that seat. Who knew the day would come so soon?
Nathan sat in his chair, delighted at the thought. Once the plan succeeded, he would become the new president within two years.
"Sometimes, I really don't understand why villains always seem to suffer from intelligence reduction."
Just then, a voice that terrified Nathan rang out. "Thinking about it, greed is probably to blame. Greed clouds villains' minds and makes them lose their composure."
As the voice spoke, the swivel chair beside him turned around. Sitting in it was none other than Andrew Wang.
Nathan nearly leaped out the window and flew away. Shit! Why has the Director of S.W.O.R.D. come here personally? Has he discovered the organization's plan?
I really let ambition blind me. I completely overlooked the Director of S.W.O.R.D. He's as big an obstacle as the superheroes.
Nathan smiled bitterly to himself, but outwardly he asked, "Mr. Wang, what brings you here? Uh, what did you mean by what you