"I got it, don't worry. Next, I'll overcome every obstacle and get there as fast as possible."
Soldier Boy shook his head and flew the helicopter toward the laboratory at full speed. On one hand, he had to keep up the act; on the other, he was needed there now to suppress Marcus and Lucien.
Homelander was also racing toward the laboratory, but he had been in Los Angeles, on the opposite side of the country from New York. The distance was enormous. After all, he was not the real Superman.
"Those bastards deliberately lured me away."
Homelander cursed furiously and rushed onward with all his might. It was not that he was truly loyal to the president, but saving the president would put him on the front page. Besides, the president had promised him all future front-page headlines.
After thinking for a moment, the frantic Homelander contacted Death and asked if she had a way to get him to New York quickly.
Death naturally had a way, but she did not agree immediately. She summoned Set and Chthon and asked, "Should we get involved in this mess?"
"You decide. I don't have time right now," Chthon said. He was trying everything he could to drive the eye from between his brows, but the problem was that he could not even see the eye. To be honest, he was starting to withdraw into himself. The mighty Ancestor of Dark Magic could not even find a trace of the Curse?
Death and Set shook their heads helplessly and did not ask Chthon any further questions. After thinking for a moment, Set said, "From beginning to end, this has all happened right under the Mechanical Demon King's nose. No ghost would believe he had no schemes involved.
"We shouldn't interfere. We'll wait