I Am Not Discussing This with You

Federal Reserve Bank.

The incident was over, and the police were handling the aftermath.

Cordon tape went up outside the bank, keeping passersby from getting close.

Even the entire street was under temporary traffic control, and police officers were recovering some parts and debris.

These scenes were taken in by a pair of eyes.

This was a man holding a newspaper and wearing a duckbill cap; he did not look conspicuous at all standing among the pedestrians.

Homelander is still really strong.

The Overlord Armor didn't even last a minute before getting taken out.

He didn't even get a chance to attack him.

Truly terrifying.

He picked up his phone, the screen displaying some data.

Still, it's fine. We gathered the data we needed.

Using this data on Homelander for targeted upgrades, the new generation of armor should be more powerful.

The man sighed softly, "If we could replicate the technology of the Subject Zero Battle Armor, we wouldn't need to go through all this trouble."

"Now, relying on reverse engineering, we can only get a superficial understanding."

Muttering to himself, he organized the data into a file and sent it to an address.

"Olga Weapon Research Laboratory!"

The Seven headquarters.

Ashley walked hurriedly toward the command hall, only to see Homelander and Edgar walking out.

The two chatted and laughed, as if they had forgotten that Vice President Madelyn had died this morning.

That was the vice president!

Not an ordinary employee, but a big shot who could meet with members of Congress!

Yet to Edgar, it was as if a cat or a dog had died.

Seeing it this way, Vought had no intention of holding anyone accountable at all.

Thinking of this, Ashley secretly reminded herself.

What kind of attitude she needed to use when serving Homelander.

Watching Homelander send Edgar into the elevator, Ashley unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt slightly and pulled back the collar before stepping forward.

"Something happened, Homelander."

Azu turned back to look at her, noticing that the woman's collar was wide open, revealing her cleavage, and she wasn't even afraid of catching a cold—the central air conditioning inside the building was currently blowing out cold air.

"What is it?"

Homelander asked calmly.

Ashley said concisely, "It's A-Train. He ran over a civilian."

A-Train?

Homelander's mind instantly flashed back to scenes from the TV show.

The main show was starting!

Seeing that Homelander didn't speak, Ashley immediately said, "You don't need to worry."

"I've already had the Public Relations Department take action."

"They will arrange for A-Train to apologize on television, the corporation's lawyers will give the victim's family a humanitarian compensation check, and this matter will be over soon."

"This is our usual way of handling things, and we haven't found any problems with it so far."

A smile gradually appeared on Azu's face.

He reached out and stroked Ashley's cheek. "Is there really no problem?"

The hand that could easily crush her head was gently petting her cheek.

Ashley was so nervous that her breathing became shallow.

She was just about to say something.

When she heard Homelander say, "We aren't doing it that way this time."

Ashley: "???"

"Ashley, just because there hasn't been a problem in the past doesn't mean there won't be one in the future."

"A volcano doesn't erupt until the time has come."

Azu smiled slightly and walked toward the command hall. "Get A-Train to crawl here and see me."

A moment later.

The command hall doors opened.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, back to the door.

Azu didn't need to turn around to know A-Train had arrived.

"Homelander, you looking for me?"

A-Train seemed somewhat nervous; the Black man even had blood stains on him that hadn't been cleaned up properly.

Azu didn't turn around.

With his hands behind his back, he looked out the window at this massive city.

"What's going on with you?"

A-Train cleared his throat. "I was chasing a group of bank robbers this morning and passed through the avenue, but I didn't expect that girl to suddenly jump out."

"I accidentally ran right into her—fine, I admit I was distracted, but you can't blame me for that."

With that, he saw Homelander wave a hand.

The Black man walked up to Azu's side.

Azu reached out and patted his shoulder, turning his face slightly with a brilliant smile.

"What do you stand to gain by lying to me?"

A-Train tried to defend himself: "Homelander, I—"

Suddenly.

He couldn't breathe.

Because one of Homelander's hands was gripping his throat.

The immense strength in that hand was squeezing the air out of his lungs bit by bit.

Even so.

The smile remained on Homelander's face.

Then A-Train heard the leader of The Seven say, "I don't care what you did."

"But you killed someone by running them over."

"It's not something you can just brush off with an 'I'm sorry'."

"I want you to cooperate with our public relations."

"Later, Ashley will arrange for you to go apologize to the victim's family."

"By then, every TV station in the city will be broadcasting it live."

"So I need you to show enough sincerity."

"Understood?"

With that, Azu finally let go.

A-Train burst into a fit of violent coughing.

He leaned against the edge of the desk, raised his head, and said, "But, that was just a civilian. Do we need to go this far?"

Azu turned around with his hands behind his back. "I am not discussing this with you right now."

He smiled faintly. "It's an order."

"Get it?"

A-Train swallowed hard. "Got it."

Having just attended the funeral of his girlfriend Robin, Hughie and his father returned home and sat silently on the sofa.

"What a magnificent funeral Robin had."

"Did you see how many people came?"

"Everyone respected her, and the place was filled with love."

His old man rambled on.

Hughie knew he was trying to cheer him up.

Right now, however, he was in no mood for it.

At that moment, a news broadcast appeared on the TV screen.

In the frame, A-Train emerged from a car, the Black man looking completely silent.

A reporter nearby rushed forward with a microphone. "A-Train, are you here to apologize to the families of the victims?"

"How did you manage to run down the deceased?"

"A-Train, what were you doing at the time?"

Facing the reporter's questions, A-Train remained silent and kept walking.

As the camera angle shifted, the scene changed, and Hughie froze slightly.

The scene on the television looked very familiar.

Wasn't it... the street right outside his house?

At that very moment, voices came from outside the house, followed by the ringing of the doorbell.

A moment later.

Hughie and his father arrived at the front door.

Camera flashes blinked incessantly.

Amidst the dazzling flashes of light, he saw the superhero wearing goggles, 'A-Train'.

He saw the murderer who had run over his girlfriend!

For a moment, Hughie had the urge to rush forward and punch him.

Right then, Ashley, who was standing beside A-Train, raised her hand to signal the reporters to quiet down, gave a dry cough, and flashed a professional smile.

She looked at Hughie.

"Hello, Mr. Hughie."

"I am Ashley from Vought."

"We are deeply sorry about what happened to Ms. Robin."

"A-Train himself also wishes to express his deepest condolences to you in person."

"And an apology."

For a moment, Hughie thought he had misheard.

A superhero apologizing to him in person?

At that moment, Ashley glanced at A-Train.

The Black man, who still hadn't taken off his goggles, looked left and right, speaking at a breakneck speed and in a voice that was barely audible.

He muttered.

"Sorry."