The once cold and silent New York City quickly sprang back to life thanks to Andrew's declaration and little game. Laughter filled the city, and even New York's senior officials came out to "join in the public festivities."
Seeing this, shrewd business owners immediately opened their doors. Some even began buying items from other worlds at inflated prices, leaving people in other cities green with envy.
"That's the Director of S.W.O.R.D. for you."
Nathan sighed in admiration. "What would New York do without him? What would the world do?"
Newman glanced at Nathan beside her and silently snarked, Boss isn't here. You don't have to kiss his ass.
Nathan wasn't flattering anyone; his admiration was genuine. In fact, many people felt the same way. The Director of S.W.O.R.D. was gradually becoming a mountain in the public's hearts, a mountain that represented safety.
Of course, not everyone was happy. Homelander's heart was ice-cold as he stared despairingly at the lively crowds outside, almost coughing up blood. Why did it have to be today? Why did it have to be right now? Couldn't you have waited until I'd made the headlines?
"Director of S.W.O.R.D., I swear I'll kill you."
Homelander howled like a wounded lone wolf. Stormfront couldn't help rolling her eyes. She truly couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with making the headlines.
Was choosing him as our god the right decision?
Stormfront couldn't help wondering. Homelander was the god and ruler chosen by the Vought Pharmaceutical Company. She had once believed in that choice without question, but now, honestly, her faith was wavering.
"Looks like we can call it a day."
Translucent shrugged. "Homelander, I'll tell the camera crew to leave."
Starlight Annie was delighted to hear that. Calling it a day was perfect. Afterward, she could go find