For the President, confronting the Director of S.W.O.R.D. head-on was impossible. It would be impossible for the rest of his life. But for immortality, taking a little risk was worth it. After all, that was immortality.
"Surely the Director of S.W.O.R.D. wouldn't kill me, the President, no matter what?"
The President thought confidently. At that moment, Nathan called and said, "Mr. President, a large number of werewolves have appeared in Los Angeles. We urgently need superhero support."
"A large number of werewolves? Wait, weren't the werewolves basically wiped out?"
The President was stunned and hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened?"
Homelander also pricked up his ears. He liked major incidents, because major incidents made the headlines.
"A Great Explosion suddenly occurred on a commercial street in Los Angeles. Then, large amounts of green gas emerged and covered the surrounding area. Once the gas dissipated, all the pedestrians turned into werewolves."
Nathan watched the chaotic footage on the screen, his expression grim as he said, "These werewolves have all lost their reason. They're extremely frenzied and bite anyone they see. Worse still, anyone bitten by them turns into a new werewolf in a short time.
"We must send superheroes over immediately. Otherwise, there will be more and more werewolves. By then, we might really have no choice but to buy nuclear bombs from the Military."
"If I buy them, I probably won't have to pay."
The President cracked a lame joke, then said, "I'll have Homelander go help immediately. Nathan, organize the superheroes from Vought International and the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau to provide support as well."
"All right, but Los Angeles is rather far away. Even by helicopter, it will take several hours. It mainly depends on Homelander."
Nathan hesitated before saying, "It would be even better if Homelander could bring a