Marcus looked delighted to see Van Helsing arrive as well. Excellent. How cooperative of them to bring the most important person right to him.
Sensing Marcus's gaze, Van Helsing couldn't help cursing. Every last one of them wanted his body.
Homelander stared at Marcus, who had repeatedly humiliated him, with an ugly expression. He was about to curse when James's voice came through his earpiece. "Homelander, you're live."
James was also in Manhattan. The rain hadn't affected him because his office was completely sealed. There was no helping it—safety first.
Of course, he would have been fine even if it hadn't been sealed. James was an ability user himself, and he had plenty of ability-user bodyguards around him.
Madelyn was equally safe. As the president of Vought International, she had no shortage of bodyguards with superpowers.
"Live?"
Hearing that, Homelander immediately straightened his expression and declared with righteous conviction, "I am Homelander! Vampire, stop your magic immediately, or, for the people of New York and the entire world, I will have no choice but to destroy you!"
The public cheered. This was straight out of a movie. It was so cool.
"Homelander?"
Marcus looked at Homelander and asked, "Who is the god behind you? Tell her to come out. You aren't qualified to speak to me yet."
"You're asking to die."
Homelander was furious, but with the broadcast running, he didn't show it. He shouted, "Since you refuse to see reason, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
With that, Homelander fired his lasers straight at Marcus. Marcus turned into black mist to evade them, then surged toward Homelander like a storm.
Utterly fearless, Homelander charged up to the storm of black mist and threw punch after punch. Air roared out, slamming into the storm like cannonballs.
The storm of