Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

It was another afternoon.

Sameer sat alone in the corner of a cheap fast-food place on a New York street, a cup of black coffee long gone cold in front of him.

Several crumpled sticky notes were spread across the greasy tabletop, covered in messy, crossed-out guesses.

He had been sitting there all afternoon. He had refilled his coffee three times.

And still, he had no answers.

Could it be...

Zoe?

The thought came to him quickly.

Yes, Zoe...

The deepest bond between him and Neuman was not their ten-year marriage, and it was not all the ups and downs they had gone through together. It was Zoe.

That little girl was everything to Neuman. Her life. The first thing she thought of when she opened her eyes in the morning, and the last thing on her mind before she closed them at night.

If there was one thing Neuman would never compromise on, it was Zoe’s safety.

A terrifying possibility began to take shape in his mind. Was Zoe in danger?

Was some unstoppable threat closing in on their daughter, forcing Neuman to divorce him and cut him out of their lives completely so she could protect Zoe, and herself along with her?

If that was the case, then everything made sense.

If all of this was for Zoe, then it all made perfect sense...

Sameer’s breathing grew rapid.

But soon, he shook his head.

No. That logic did not hold up.

Who was Neuman?

She was Victoria Neuman, a member of Congress, one of the most powerful women in the country, and a Supe who could make anyone explode on the spot with a single glare.

She was a walking ultimate weapon. She did not need to be afraid of anything.

If Zoe was really in danger, if anyone or any force dared to threaten Zoe, then the most reasonable thing for Neuman to do would be to use every ability and resource she had to wipe out that threat, not push him away.

Sameer might be a top biologist, but when it came to protecting their daughter, what he could do was nothing compared to Neuman.

Abandoning a daughter’s father to save the daughter? That logic did not just fail. It was ridiculous.

Was there some even stronger being threatening Zoe and Neuman?

Troubled, he crumpled the sticky note into a ball, tossed it into the ashtray already piled with paper balls, then irritably gulped down a mouthful of cold coffee.

The bitter liquid hit his taste buds, but it did nothing for the anxiety clawing harder and harder at his heart.

Over the next few days, Sameer tried to investigate Neuman’s movements. He tried to find any old acquaintance who might know the inside story. He tried to dig even the tiniest bit of information out of Vought.

But every road led to a dead end.

Neuman had blocked his number, and her social circle had shut him out completely.

As for the Vought employees who had once bowed and scraped whenever they saw him, now they treated him like a walking disease. They either turned and left the moment they saw him, or asked him to leave with polite, icy smiles.

All because he had been fired from Vought.

Once, he had been Stan Edgar’s most trusted right-hand man.

He had been a top expert in Vought’s biological research division, a core member of the advanced Compound V research team.

That had been Sameer’s job.

Sameer’s laboratory access had been among the highest in the entire company.

But that was all in the past.

After Edgar’s fall, the old Vought management was completely purged by Soldier Boy and Homelander, and of course, Sameer had been swept up in it too.

One termination notice, all access revoked. He had been kicked straight out of the clouds and back down to earth.

Now he had nothing.

No job, no connections, and no family.

His bank balance was shrinking every day, and fewer and fewer people in his contacts would even pick up his calls.

Sameer was even starting to wonder how many more cups of coffee he could afford in this fast-food place.

After all, most of the money he had earned had gone to Neuman...

Just as that thought surfaced, a black four-door sedan pulled up silently outside the restaurant.

It was an unmarked car, its body smooth as a mirror, without so much as a logo.

A man in a black suit got out from the driver’s seat.

He was of average build, his hair combed perfectly into place, his face completely expressionless.

The man pushed open the glass door of the fast-food place and walked straight toward Sameer’s corner.

He stopped in front of Sameer’s table, leaned down slightly, and said in a voice so low only the two of them could hear, "If you want to know why your wife abandoned you, come with me. I’m not here to hurt you. My boss wants to help."

Sameer went stiff.

He looked up and stared at the unfamiliar man in black, his pupils tightening slightly.

He was not stupid. A stranger getting out of an unmarked car in the dark and inviting a desperate man to get in, in that kind of tone, reeked of danger from every angle.

The other party might not have good intentions, but Sameer had nowhere left to go.

After days of investigating, he had not found a single useful lead. He had no idea where to turn next.

And now, someone who knew the answer he wanted had appeared right in front of him.

Whether the man meant well or meant harm, whether the back seat of that black sedan led to the truth or a trap, Sameer had no choice left.

He stood up. He did not ask who the man was. He did not ask where they were going. Sameer only nodded and followed him.

The man in black turned and headed outside, with Sameer close behind.

He opened the rear door of the black sedan, bent down, and got in.

The door shut, and the black sedan slipped silently into traffic.

...

Late that night, the black sedan moved like a silent fish into a forgotten industrial district on the outskirts of Washington.

Outside the window, the city lights gradually fell behind them, replaced by rows of rust-covered abandoned factories and smokestacks that had long since stopped working.

The road was uneven and full of potholes. A pale, cold crescent moon reflected in the puddles.

The sedan finally stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

It was a dull gray concrete building.

The door opened, and Sameer was led out of the car by the expressionless man in black.

Feeling the night wind, Sameer instinctively hunched his shoulders and followed the man in black through the warehouse doors.

The inside of the warehouse was nothing like he had imagined.

It had clearly been renovated.

The outside was run-down, but the interior was clean and orderly.

Several high-powered industrial lights lit the entire space as bright as day.

A few pieces of laboratory equipment stood neatly along the walls, their screens flickering with dense streams of data.

But what truly stunned him were the two people standing in the center of the warehouse.