I Am the Guarantee

A-Train was fast.

In his vision, the world became a stream of fleeting lights rushing backward.

While Azu was still speaking, he had already crossed several streets.

Vehicles and pedestrians along the way—

He knocked them all over and killed them.

So when Azu looked down from the sky, street after street had become a complete mess.

Cars were either warped, overturned, or smashed into nearby shops.

The pedestrians had it even worse. Anyone A-Train hit was reduced to pulp, leaving pools of blood across the pavement.

That morning, Azu had publicly declared to the media that he would straighten out The Seven.

Naturally, he could not let A-Train run wild now.

In midair, Azu locked onto the high-speed figure, smiled faintly, and flew over.

At that moment, A-Train was racing toward an intersection.

Suddenly, two dark-red beams shot down from the sky, sweeping across the ground in front of him and slicing open the road, stopping him from moving forward.

The Black man could only stop. Reflected in his goggles was a blond white man in a Blue battle suit, a Stars and Stripes cape fluttering behind him as he slowly descended.

"Look at what you've done."

"You've turned yourself into a super-criminal."

"You've become one of the people we've always been fighting."

Azu spoke with a look of heartache.

A-Train cried, "Please, Homelander."

"Don't send me to prison."

Without a second thought, Azu firmly shook his head. "That won't do."

A-Train cursed and turned to run.

Then Homelander's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. "Is this your fastest speed?"

The next second—

A fist rapidly filled his goggles.

Bang!

The air surged.

A-Train was sent flying by a single punch.

His goggles shattered.

His nose broke.

Blood flowed out.

Bang! He crashed into a car parked by the roadside, his entire body embedded in it.

But the next second—

He burst out of the car, leaving behind a blurred afterimage as he slammed straight into Azu.

Azu stood unmoving.

Boom!

The two collided. The nearby street shook, window glass shattered, seven or eight cars bounced into the air, and pedestrians fell all over the ground.

A-Train bounced away and hit the ground, but he rolled over and climbed back up.

Still unwilling to give up, he changed direction and sprinted with all his strength.

Azu leaned forward slightly and instantly shot out like a rocket, crashing into A-Train and sending the Black man into a shop.

The shop window shattered. Customers inside screamed and scattered outside.

Azu floated into the shop and watched the Black man gasp for breath as he climbed up from the ground.

Compared to A-Train in the TV series—

This one clearly had far better physical capabilities.

After their repeated collisions just now, A-Train's body had not fallen apart.

If it had been the one from the TV series, he probably would have smashed himself to pieces the first time he charged in.

The Black man raised a hand in a stopping gesture and said, "Listen, I know one of Vought's secrets."

"If you let me go, I'll tell you."

Azu smiled. "I'm not interested."

A-Train's face immediately froze in disbelief.

On the street, people hid behind whatever cover they could find, cautiously watching the clothing store across from them.

Suddenly, a scream rang out from inside the shop, followed by a figure flying out.

A-Train!

Before he even hit the ground—

Azu had already caught up to him.

With a faint smile—

Azu grabbed A-Train by the chest and launched the Black man into the air with an uppercut.

He flew up as well, grabbed the Black man, and then his eyes rapidly lit up red.

A-Train's goggles had long since shattered.

At that moment, panic filled his eyes as he waved his hands repeatedly. "Wait, wait—"

Before he could finish—

Two dark-red beams drilled into his eyes, burst out through the back of his head, and struck the ground, leaving two bottomless holes in the road.

Hughie sat on a bench beside his front lawn.

His father handed him a glass of lemonade.

"Thanks."

Hughie, who had thrown up again just moments earlier, took the lemonade and had a sip.

Then he said—

"Do you think Homelander will punish A-Train?"

The middle-aged man, already past fifty, fell silent for a while.

Then he could only smile bitterly. "I don't know, kid."

Just then—

A Stars and Stripes cape fluttered at the edge of their vision.

Hughie stood up.

He saw Homelander carrying A-Train over his shoulder, smiling at them.

Then he threw the Black man onto the lawn.

The Black man rolled over and lay spread-eagle on the grass.

Both his eye sockets had been burned into charcoal. Looking through them, one could see the green lawn beneath him.

Nearby media crews and reporters immediately swarmed over.

They stared at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.

Then they looked at Homelander.

Azu pointed at one TV station's camera. "Are we live?"

A reporter hurriedly nodded. "Yes, sir."

Azu nodded lightly, revealing his trademark smile. Looking into the camera, he said, "A-Train has been executed by me."

"Through this incident, I want to give the other Supers a warning."

"Even if you possess extraordinary abilities, remember this: do not break the law."

"If you break the law, then you must accept the punishment of the law."

"And I am the guarantee of all this!"

After saying that—

Azu flew into the sky, then streaked toward Seven Tower.

In the central region, in an empty yard—

A pretty girl with golden hair and well-defined features—

Was lifting a car.

Homelander's voice sounded through her earphones.

"If you break the law, then you must accept the punishment of the law."

"And I am the guarantee of all this!"

Bang, bang.

The girl dropped the car, wiped away her sweat, and said, "Homelander is so cool. No wonder he's my idol!"

Just then, a middle-aged woman walked out of the house. "Annie, it's time to go."

The girl named Annie replied cheerfully, "Okay, Mom."

The middle-aged woman took out a battle suit. "Put this on, and you'll be the best."

Annie took the outfit. "Mom, do you think I can join The Seven?"

"Of course you can!"

Inside a bar, the lighting was dim, and the air was filled with all kinds of smells.

Behind the counter, on the television hanging overhead—

Homelander was speaking to the camera.

"Through this incident, I want to give the other Supers a warning."

"Even if you possess extraordinary abilities, remember this: do not break the law."

Suddenly, a wine glass flew over and smashed into the television.

The bartender jumped in fright, then spread his hands at a disheveled man in front of the bar. "Hey, buddy, what the hell are you doing?"

The man had thick, fierce eyebrows, a full beard, and reeked of alcohol.

He raised his hand.

Pointing at the television, he said, "He's full of shit!"

"Homelander is a lawbreaker himself. What can he guarantee?"

The bartender's expression darkened. "Get out. We don't want your business here."

The bearded man snorted and staggered outside.

Before leaving—

He looked at the television.

He shot Homelander a vicious glare.

Only then did he push open the door and leave.

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