Soldier Boy waved a hand in front of Homelander's face. "Kid, move back. Don't get hurt."
"What?" Homelander froze, but did as he was told.
No reply came. Soldier Boy simply began charging his Chest Beam.
Violent, surging energy gathered, as though it were about to trigger a small nuclear explosion.
"Hey, wait!" Homelander cried out, trying to stop him.
Private Angel nearly slid off the couch, dumbstruck.
I went to all that trouble to save that woman. What the hell is he doing now?
A blinding flash burst out. Homelander and Private Angel hurriedly covered their eyes, and when they opened them again, they saw a mess strewn across the floor.
The floor was somewhat scorched. Though everything was in disarray, it hadn't caused the large-scale destruction they had imagined.
Soldier Boy took a couple of heavy breaths. With intense concentration, he could just barely control the power of his level-six Nuclear Chest Blast.
Neuman lay on the floor with her eyes tightly shut. Private Angel hurriedly checked her with her senses, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she found her vital signs were still stable.
Only... her body seemed to have grown much weaker... like an ordinary person's.
Puzzled, Private Angel dragged her weakened body over to investigate.
Homelander was rather dazed. "You... what's gotten into you? What were you trying to do just now?"
Soldier Boy explained nonchalantly, "Pete's almost finished serving his sentence. I've got to find someone to take over."
He gestured with his lips. "Don't you think Neuman's a good fit? Besides, she's more pleasing to look at than that old bastard Pete."
Homelander's brow twitched twice. "Why did you use that thing in your chest just now?" he asked in confusion.
Soldier Boy chuckled. "She's a Supe, after all. I have