At that moment, a cold wind swept over A-Train's powerful muscles. A sharp smile hung on his face, brazen in the sunlight, as though it held an undeniable infectiousness.
A-Train sprang up on the spot, stretching his legs and spinning once in midair. Anyone could tell from his restless manner that this man was about to stir things up.
The federal lieutenant colonel tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking stunned. "A-Train? What are you doing?!"
A-Train raised his index finger and wagged it lightly. "When you address me, please include my titles-the world's number one speedster, Vought's number one Black superhero, everyone's favorite running hero... A-Train."
He deliberately drew out his words, his eyes behind his sunglasses constantly darting toward the cluster of reinforcement Supes.
If any of them so much as twitched, he would pick an unlucky bastard at random and drag them wildly across the ground at tremendous speed.
The white-haired Black youth raised his eyebrows high, his expression exaggerated as he exclaimed, "Oh my God, Mr. A-Train, are you going to stand against the federal government too?"
"What else?" A-Train snorted disdainfully. "You still don't believe me, huh?"
He sniffed. That nauseating stench of blood had been lingering around him the entire time.
It came from a pile of dismembered corpses lying directly in front of the White House, their mangled flesh a gruesome sight. A severely damaged bus stood beside them.
A-Train gave a displeased snort.
The Sword of Damocles Plan had already executed more than a dozen Supes, and he had taken part in two executions. Yet he had never expected these people would still dare to murder ordinary people with such impunity.
"You must be joking." The white-haired Black youth gave an awkward smile.
"Okay..." A-Train shrugged indifferently. Just as