Chapter 113: 113: Say that sh!t again. I fcking dare you!

At the same time, a furious A-Train turned on the executive with a cold glare. "Say that shit again. I fucking dare you."

The second the words left his mouth, the whole gala atmosphere dropped to freezing.

"Now this is gonna be fun." Almost everyone at the party turned to stare at A-Train. The Pentagon guys especially looked like they were watching the best show of the night.

"Interesting. First time I’ve seen a dog bite another dog," one official muttered, sipping his drink. His colleague shrugged. "Who knows? Looks like someone snapped his leg in half."

The Vought executive who had opened his stupid mouth suddenly regretted every life choice he’d ever made. He never thought A-Train would explode over a joke. "Sorry, I’m drunk. My bad. I apologize."

To keep the gala from turning into a bloodbath, the executive had no choice but to suck it up and bow his head.

"That’s a good excuse." Ever since Kimiko smashed his right leg, A-Train felt eyes crawling all over him everywhere he went — on the street, at bars, everywhere. People couldn’t stop staring at his fucked-up leg.

He’d also noticed way more Shockwave ads popping up all over the city.

It was starting to look like they were grooming his replacement.

That was exactly why he crashed the gala without an invitation. He needed to remind every single person here that even injured, he was still a member of The Seven.

"Shit, I know exactly what you’re thinking," A-Train growled, sounding like a wounded hyena baring its teeth to defend its turf. "I’m a supe. Even with a broken leg, I’ll heal up fast. Don’t forget, I’m A-Train — the fastest fucking man on the planet!"

"That’s right! Let’s hope you get your old speed back," Ivan said smoothly, walking up behind him.

"Ah, Greevs... and Shockwave," A-Train spat. His face turned nasty the second he saw who was standing next to Ivan. He had no idea why Shockwave was even at the gala.

"I won’t bother introducing him. I’m sure you two already know each other," Ivan said with a smile.

"Just some loser I already beat. What the fuck is he doing here?"

Shockwave’s sudden appearance made A-Train uneasy as hell. Was this Vought’s plan? Were they really trying to replace him?

No fucking way. He would never let that happen.

"He’s a special guest for tonight’s gala," Ivan replied, confirming A-Train’s worst nightmare.

Right then, a system prompt popped up in front of Ivan.

[Blazing Wings fusion complete. Current progress: 100%]

Ivan didn’t hesitate. He chose to analyze A-Train’s speed immediately.

"I can’t be replaced," A-Train said, staring Ivan dead in the eyes, biting off every word.

"Let’s hope so."

Ivan knew better than to keep pushing this pathetic wreck. One more jab and the guy’s heart might actually give out. Dying of a heart attack right in the middle of the gala would be one hell of a mess.

A-Train’s face turned steel-gray. He shoved his way through the crowd, dropped onto a couch, and started slamming drinks like they owed him money.

"Go introduce yourself around. Most of the people here are Vought executives."

"Yes, Mr. Greevs."

A few minutes later, the analysis finished without a hitch.

[Talent Skill: Super Speed]

[Fusion Condition: Defeat A-Train and make him lose all ability to resist.]

[After fusion, the player will gain extreme speed, capable of breaking the sound barrier. Maximum speed can exceed 1600 kilometers per hour. Reaction speed will also be greatly enhanced.]

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Meanwhile.

Madeline had just received a juicy bonus contract from Stan Edgar. Her mood was the complete opposite of A-Train’s.

Thinking back to that day in the interrogation room, she still couldn’t believe it. Just when she was about to fold and kill the military bill, those super-terrorists showed up and flipped the whole situation around.

Was God actually watching out for her?

She made a mental note to dig out her old Bible after the gala and give it another read.

"You look like you’re in a good mood," Homelander said, walking up beside her.

"You already know. I went to see Vogelbaum. He told me everything."

"I never wanted you to find out like that."

Madeline took Homelander’s right hand with a slightly apologetic look.

"Let me guess. You were trying to protect me," Homelander said, eyes fixed on her face.

"Of course. We both were," Madeline answered without hesitation.

"You think I’m that fragile? The truth is, without me you couldn’t get anything done."

In reality, the main reason Homelander had created those super-terrorists was to push Madeline’s military bill through.

"I believe you," Madeline said with a small nod.

But Homelander saw right through the fake shit. He pulled his hand away. "Have you ever considered how convenient it was? A super-terrorist showing up exactly when we needed him most. Like someone arranged the whole thing. You don’t actually think it was just a coincidence, do you?"

"Yes, it was you, right?"

Madeline wasn’t stupid. The moment Homelander opened his mouth, she had already pieced together the truth.

His next words proved her right.

"That’s right. I created those super-terrorists myself," Homelander said with clear pride. "I just borrowed some Compound V. I had A-Train ship it all over the world and injected it into a bunch of extremists. Haha. Sounds simple when I say it like that, but it was actually a real pain in the ass."

"Still, I don’t mean to brag. Honestly, using adults as test subjects gives way lower survival rates than babies. It was tough as hell, but I pulled it off. Enough of them lived. The whole operation was a massive success."

Even though he claimed he wasn’t bragging, the smug look on his face was impossible to miss.

Right now he looked exactly like a little kid who’d done something impressive and couldn’t wait for Mommy to tell him how great he was.

Madeline stayed quiet. She stared at him with deep affection, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him hard. Their mouths crashed together, hungry and messy.

Afterwards, she led him to her private rest room.

There, they played poker and read the Bible together

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Back with Ivan.

After the gala ended, Ivan got a call from Hughie.

"Hello?"

"F-Frenchie and the others got caught. Butcher abandoned us."

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