The black Chevrolet sped through the city.
Billy Butcher gripped the steering wheel.
His gaze occasionally flicked toward the young man in the passenger seat, who had his hand stretched out the window to feel the wind.
He recalled their earlier conversation.
"Oi, how are you planning to borrow Compound V? Do you know Vought's CEO?"
"No. Do I need to?"
"Heh, boy, are you kidding me? You think you can get something that important just by talking? Those supes are all bastards. You might not walk back out after going in!"
"I can fly back out."
"...Seriously?" Butcher was speechless. "How about this? Do you have a plan? How about I give you one? We start by planting a listening device."
"No need. I'll walk in, smash Homelander's teeth, and borrow the Compound V."
Butcher realized something in that moment.
The big kid he had struck up a conversation with today—
Was either an idiot so stupidly innocent it was almost impressive.
Or a powerhouse like that fucking Soldier Boy.
Which was why he was now driving the big kid to Vought Tower.
"We're here." Butcher parked directly in front of the entrance.
He turned to Leon, leaning against the seatback. "You can head up now."
"Okay. Thanks, Butcher. Once I borrow the Compound V, I'll see if I can cure that tumor in your head. Pay you back for the favor."
Leon leisurely got out of the car.
It had been a long time since he had ridden in a car. The last time he had gone for a drive was when Mordo picked him up on his first trip to Kamar-Taj.
But Butcher suddenly reacted sharply. "Who are you? How the fuck did you know about my condition?!"
Not long ago.
To deal with Homelander, Butcher had