"Hey friend, whatever the reason... I'm sorry, I apologize, okay?"
"I know I was wrong! Please spare my life!"
A-Train looked at Jordan in fear, completely unaware of where this man, as strong as Homelander, had come from.
But he knew very well that if he didn't try harder, his life might end here.
Jordan shook his head. "If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police?"
"Oh, but the police aren't anything special in your eyes either, are they?"
As he spoke, he dispersed the electric currents coiling around his hands and walked forward step by step.
A beam of bright moonlight shone through the gaps in the abandoned warehouse roof, gradually magnifying and lengthening Jordan's shadow from behind.
A-Train felt heavy darkness slowly descend upon him. The immense pressure broke through his already fragile psychological defenses, forcing him to kneel on the spot.
"Please, don't kill me..."
"Please, don't kill me..."
Jordan remained unmoved and reached out to press down on A-Train's head.
Mind Network enveloped his brain and then began a violent invasion.
In just a few seconds, A-Train's memories were exposed to Jordan without reservation, like corn with its husk peeled off.
Due to his extraordinary speed ability, he'd been at the top of his peers from a young age.
His superpowers hadn't taught him principles of protection. Instead, they'd become a breeding ground for evil.
As a result, he'd become addicted to Compound V and accumulated countless massive debts after gaining fame.
To pay off his debts, he had to do everything possible to stay in the Seven, and his already filthy hands became even more stained with misdeeds.
Paranoia, arrogance, haughtiness, cruelty, greed...
Any one of these traits could ruin a person, let alone when they were all combined in one.
Jordan withdrew his hand, a fierce red light surging in his eyes.
"The first victim was only fifteen years old."
"The first thing you thought of was how to cover up the traces, instead of repenting."
"When she begged you for mercy, did you let her go?"
Jordan's voice grew even calmer. A-Train saw those two red eyes, just like his boss's, and cold sweat uncontrollably soaked his back. "I'm sorry! It was my fault!"
"Don't kill me! I'm rich! Vought gives the Seven members huge profit shares every year! So I have a lot of money!"
"I'll give you all the profits I've made as a hero!"
"Please, don't kill me..."
A ruby-like beam of light suddenly shone, and the headless corpse in the blue uniform fell to the ground.
A transparent spirit resembling A-Train climbed up from the corpse with a blank expression, seemingly wanting to float into the sky.
How can someone like this go to heaven?
Is paradise on Earth so filthy?
Jordan expressed his doubts.
F-boy emerged from Jordan's body and threw out a fantasy card.
The blank card face formed a huge gravitational vortex, tearing the slowly rising spirit of A-Train into fragmented spiritual particles and sealing them inside.
A purple card finally formed and landed in Jordan's hand.
[Fate card draw count +1.]
He glanced at it. In the center of the card was A-Train from the promotional photo, completely unharmed, smiling radiantly.
[Fantasy Card: A-Train] Type: Character Card (Evil Hero) • Rarity: SR
The Boys universe. Member of the Seven and user of speed-enhancing abilities. Gets his name from the sound he makes when running, which resembles a high-speed train (actually the sound of the sound barrier breaking).
Effect 1—Super Speed: As a child, A-Train underwent Compound V modification, gaining superhuman speed abilities. His body possesses agility and flexibility far exceeding ordinary people. At peak performance, he could easily break Mach 1 and run at supersonic speeds.
Effect 2—Accelerated Perception: A-Train can sense his surroundings while running at high speed, causing the flow of time to appear to slow down or even stop.
Effect 3—Superhuman Physical Fitness: A-Train has a highly efficient and extremely fast metabolism, capable of metabolizing 99.5% of the calories in food to provide energy for his body.
Effect 4—Super Self-Healing: A-Train can rapidly recover from injuries. His cell regeneration rate far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Effect 5—Super Endurance: A-Train could run across New York City in three hours, breaking the sound barrier without any protective gear, and crashing through people, walls, and cars without sustaining damage.
Effect 6—Super Strength: A-Train possesses superhuman strength, capable of easily breaching concrete walls or pulling together multiple train carriages.
A new storm had arrived.
Jordan held the newly acquired card, lost in thought.
"It feels like I just killed a monster."
Due to the rules of this world, most of the heroes here could be compared to the mysterious beings of his home world.
[The Evil Hero cards do not possess their own consciousness. Please use them without worry.]
F-boy's response flashed through his mind.
"No wonder A-Train's spirit looked like a walking corpse."
Jordan casually flicked out the card, which F-boy caught precisely and added to the deck.
"Ha. How ironic."
He snorted coldly, then, remembering something, asked, "Why didn't that rubber man we killed earlier manifest a spirit?"
[The spiritual particle strength is too weak. There is a chance that a spiritual body cannot be generated.]
"So it's not a one-hundred-percent drop rate from regular monsters? It's more likely from elite monsters like A-Train. I understand."
After taking one last look at the headless corpse on the ground, Jordan had no intention of destroying the evidence.
Vought International's superheroes all had tracking chips implanted in them, and A-Train was no exception.
It wouldn't be long before someone came to collect his body.
A flash of blue light, and he vanished in the blink of an eye.
Three Hours Later
Edgar was awakened from his sleep by a phone call from the security department.
"Mr. President, I'm sorry to bother you at this time..."
Edgar glanced at the smooth, beautiful back beside him and said in a deep voice, "Then tell me quickly what it is."
"Here's the thing: based on the location pinpointed by the implanted chip, we found A-Train's body in an abandoned warehouse by the Hudson River."
The CEO suddenly stood up, making a noise that woke his overworked secretary.
"Who killed him?"
"Sorry, we haven't found many useful clues yet..."
"Then just say what's useful."
"Here's the thing—we received a report that Ezekiel died under very strange circumstances at the Superhuman Club."
"But strangely, everyone at the scene seemed to have amnesia. No one knew who killed him."