Chapter 46 He’s slandering me!
[Key Character · Maeve — Emotional Changes: Shy, Shocked, Curious, Both (♦ / ♦)]
[Evolution Points Gained: +8,567] ... Current Evolution Points: 119,774 / 250,000 ...
Oh ho! Does kissing Maeve contribute this many Evolution Points? Or is it just that teasing a cold, high-class woman yields more!
The next day. Lucas went to find A-Train early in the morning; he was curious about where that guy had been making his fortune lately.
After leaving The Seven, A-Train received a significant settlement, so he should have had plenty of time to live a comfortable and carefree life. But it seemed he wasn’t doing very well.
Brooklyn, a dilapidated apartment building. Lucas stood in the hallway, looking at the paint-chipped door before him. A scent of cheap perfume and weed wafted through the door crack.
Lucas knocked on the door politely. "Who the f*** is knocking?" a sharp female voice rang out.
Popclaw was wearing a loose camisole, her eyes were dark, and her hair was a mess, but her figure was absolutely stunning.
Popclaw: Weak ability, a third-rate actress, hoping to go public with A-Train. But now, she could only rely on A-Train’s money.
When she saw that the person who arrived was Lucas, her pupils visibly trembled. "Th... Guardian?"
"I’m here to find A-Train. Hiss, this smell is truly awful—the scent of weed, and... is that semen? Do you two have nothing better to do?"
Popclaw stepped aside, and Lucas floated inside. The apartment wasn’t big, just one bedroom and a living room, with takeout boxes and empty liquor bottles scattered everywhere.
On the coffee table were some leftover "protein powder" and a cloth bag. Using his X-ray vision, he saw small vials filled with a blue liquid inside. compound v.
A single injection of permanent compound v was worth 20 million dollars, and the black market price was even higher. A-Train’s savings of many years had likely all been dumped into this.
On the living room sofa, A-Train was lying down, lost in a mesmerizing hallucination. In his hallucination, he had returned to The Seven and become its leader. Even Homelander was groveling at his feet, and that damn Guardian was only fit to lick his joystick!
Until a light cough came from above. "It seems you’ve been living quite comfortably during these days away from The Seven, haven’t you?" A familiar voice, a familiar tone.
"F*** off!" A-Train didn’t care at all. In his own dream, was he really going to let himself be bullied by you?
Lucas looked at Popclaw with interest. On the wall behind this woman hung her own artistic photos. Now, however, she looked terrified.
"Hey, A-Train, stop sleeping! Guardian is here to see you!" Popclaw pushed her hookup, but A-Train acted as if he hadn’t heard her. "Lick my toes, f*** Guardian!"
"Where is your bathroom?" Lucas asked. "In, inside!" Because Popclaw was so agitated, her low-cut camisole had slipped down to her navel. Lucas had already seen everything that should and shouldn’t be seen. Emmm, he couldn’t muster any interest in a druggie...
Lucas used a force field to wrap around a basin of water and splashed it directly onto A-Train’s face. "F***!!!" A-Train woke up from the bed with a start, a foul, disgusting stench wafting from his own body.
"What the f*** is this smell? Popclaw, where did you get this water?" Lucas floated in mid-air, pinching his nose. "From the toilet, of course. You two even left some leftovers; you sure know how to eat!"
Upon hearing Lucas’s voice, A-Train froze in place. His expression turned terrified. "Th, Guardian?" "That’s right, it’s your daddy!" Lucas nodded.
A-Train instinctively took a step back, but accidentally sped up and crashed into the wall. "Wh, what are you here for? I’ve already left The Seven; I have nothing to do with you guys anymore!"
"Oh, talking like that makes Daddy very sad!" Lucas floated toward A-Train. "Expelling you from The Seven was originally just a test; I didn’t expect you to still be such a hopeless piece of trash."
Doing drugs, screwing around, being depressed—that wasn’t even the half of it. A-Train’s physical condition right now was absolutely terrible. His blood was as thick as jelly, and his heart had serious issues; even if he didn’t use his superpowers for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t have a good end.
"Wh, what did you say? I still have a chance to return to The Seven?" A-Train looked like he had grabbed a life-saving straw, joy instantly blooming on his face. But Lucas just stared at him, not saying a word.
A-Train immediately realized something and slapped himself twice. "I’m not human, I actually dared to let Sir lick my joystick!" "I was wrong, I will never do drugs again!" "As long as you let me return to The Seven, I’m willing to do anything!"
Popclaw watched from the side, not shocked but happy. A-Train has a chance to return to The Seven? Wouldn’t that mean she could also benefit, her traffic skyrocketing from now on, making a king’s return to the film industry?
"Yes, yes, yes, A-Train already knows he was wrong, Sir, please forgive him!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Lucas shook his head, looking completely disgusted.
"Look at you, the fastest speedster in all of America. In your prime, even Homelander would have had a hard time chasing you. Now, you’ve actually fallen to the point of doing drugs with a third-rate actress. Your promise is very unconvincing!" Popclaw’s face turned pale.
"I remember A-Train used to be a bright and cheerful big boy. When did he become like this? It couldn’t be that after meeting Popclaw, he was led into bad habits, and that’s why he fell this far, right?"
As Lucas’s voice fell, A-Train’s confused expression suddenly relaxed. He nodded like he was pounding garlic. "Yes, yes, yes, it’s all Popclaw’s fault. I came from a lower-class Black family; my father ran off when I was young, leaving only my mother to raise the two of us brothers. After becoming an adult, I studied hard and worked to offer the world beautiful blessings!"
"La... later, I met Popclaw, and that’s how I became like this!" "Sir! You have to save me, you’re the only one in the world who can save me!" Lucas grinned. "Hey, this kid isn’t stupid! He knows how to climb up the pole!"
As their conversation deepened, Popclaw’s face turned pale. This... it wasn’t like that... A-Train was already a regular at the Supe club; he was already a druggie... It wasn’t my fault... He’s slandering me! He’s slandering me!!!
But Lucas just gave her a look, and Popclaw was too scared to speak. That was Guardian, a terrifying existence whose laser eyes could vaporize bunkers in the Middle East. Who would dare to act out in front of him?
"Clean yourselves up, you two pieces of trash who only know how to screw from morning till night. I have a mission for you. A-Train, report back to Vought tomorrow." Lucas used a force field to pull a towel from the bathroom and threw it in A-Train’s face. He seemed to sense something and instinctively glanced at a camera.
... "Holy sh*t!" "Who the f*** can tell me why Guardian appeared here?" "And, A-Train was actually kicked out of The Seven by him? Not Homelander?!"