"Ben, when did you get your suit back?" Private Angel asked curiously on the way.
Soldier Boy was already wearing his classic green suit.
"A long time ago," he answered vaguely.
In fact, he had gone to retrieve it right after finishing the barbecue. Homelander had really scared him, and he was terrified the man would bring him another design.
"So handsome," Private Angel said, practically swooning. "Too bad you never wore this one in our First Generation Team."
Soldier Boy sighed with a hint of helplessness.
The biggest reason he had refused to retrieve this suit for so long after waking up was that he disliked it.
Even before transmigrating, he had thought the outfit was ugly, like a big green frog. But compared to the suit Homelander had designed, it looked much better.
The shield was pretty cool, though. He had left it at home.
Meanwhile, at Vought Medical Center.
In the highest-tier ward area, only one room had its lights on. The light streamed diagonally through the glass onto two fully armed security guards.
Homelander had personally ordered the guards stationed at the door. Black Noir could neither leave nor die, because Soldier Boy had said to spare his life.
Dressed in a simple hospital gown, Black Noir was watching a black-and-white cartoon intently. In the expensively soundproofed room, human ears could not hear the slightest sound from the hallway.
The elevator doors in the hallway slowly opened, and two figures stepped out.
Soldier Boy and Private Angel.
Except Private Angel practically wanted to hang off Soldier Boy, pressing herself tightly against him.
The two guards instantly straightened. "Sir."
"Get lost." Soldier Boy waved a hand.
Without the slightest hesitation, the two immediately left.
Soldier Boy walked up to the hospital room door and saw Black Noir