High above, scattered fragments plummeted toward the crowded streets below.
And all it had taken to cause this was Homelander's own body and the force he exerted as he walked!
On the ground.
A taxi parked on the road waiting for passengers happened to be struck by the falling tempered glass. The tremendous impact sheared the car straight into two halves.
The Black driver in the driver's seat had no time to react before the glass fragments, accelerated by gravity, sliced off half his head.
A red-and-white mosaic sprayed out, instantly coating the car's side window.
The crowd screamed in terror at the bloody sight and immediately descended into chaos.
Having walked out of the building as he pleased, Homelander lowered his head like a god on high, looking down at the panicked crowd beneath his feet.
"Heh..."
A sunny smile appeared on Homelander's handsome, chiseled face, but his eyes were ice-cold.
In truth, he did not like ordinary people without psychic powers. He actually found them quite repulsive; he simply refrained from showing it because of his status as the United States' guardian deity.
Just like Storm's racism, Homelander's arrogance was ingrained in his bones.
From Homelander's perspective, the panicked crowd looked as though they were putting on a stage play, and watching them considerably improved his previously foul mood.
As long as no one caught him, terrorists had done it.
Homelander looked up, activating his X-ray vision to look into a particular room on an upper floor of the tower.
Madelyn would take care of everything.
At that thought, he clenched his fists, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbing as he swallowed.
The next second, Homelander, hovering outside the building, bent his knees slightly and pushed off with his feet.
A flashy red-and-blue figure instantly broke the sound barrier,