"Hey, friend, whatever this is about... I'm sorry. I apologize, okay?"
"I know I was wrong! Please spare my life!!"
A-Train looked at Josen in fear, having no idea where this man as powerful as Homelander had come from.
But he knew very well that if he did not try harder, his life might end right here!
Josen shook his head. "If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?"
"Oh, right. The police don't mean much to people like you, either."
As he spoke, he dispersed the electricity coiling around his hands and walked forward, step by step.
A bright shaft of moonlight shone through a gap in the abandoned warehouse's roof, gradually enlarging and stretching Josen's shadow from behind.
A-Train felt nothing but a heavy darkness slowly bearing down on him. The tremendous pressure broke through his already fragile psychological defenses, forcing him to his knees on the spot.
"Please, don't kill me..."
"Please, don't kill me..."
Unmoved, Josen reached out and pressed his hand against A-Train's head.
Mantra enveloped his brain, then began a violent invasion.
Mind Reading!
In just a few seconds, A-Train's memories were exposed to Josen without reservation, like an ear of corn stripped of its husk.
Thanks to his powerful super-speed ability, he had stood at the pinnacle of his peers since his teenage years.
His powers had not taught him to protect others. Instead, they had become a breeding ground for evil.
As a result, he had become addicted to abusing Compound V and accumulated countless enormous debts after becoming famous.
To repay his debts, he had to do everything he could to stay in the Seven, staining his already filthy hands with still more misdeeds.
Paranoia, conceit, arrogance, callousness, greed...
Any one of these traits could ruin a person, let