The piercing sirens pierced the night sky.
Shake people?
This thought flashed through Lucian's mind, and was immediately replaced by a greater sense of crisis. This idiot the Deep is nothing to be afraid of.
This emergency caller most likely does not contact any rapid response force.
It will take some time to capture the Deep with physical strength alone, but now the risk of being exposed to Homelander's sight is infinite.
He no longer had any hesitation.
Chasing the Deep? No need.
He turned around and rushed directly towards the warehouse door that was knocked open. The gunshots coming from the warehouse had become sparse, and it was obvious that the battle was nearing its end.
What he needs to do is to deal with everything before the extraterrestrial visitor arrives, and then completely evaporate from this damn place.
The moment he rushed into the warehouse, a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke hit his face. Several guards in SWAT uniforms were holding guns, leaning against several containers, confronting the people on the other side.
And their opponents are none other than Frenchie and Mother's Milk.
Frenchie wielded a crowbar in his hand, while Mother's Milk removed an iron cabinet door to use as a shield. Hughie also held a rifle picked up from the body of the guard, but the hand holding the gun was shaking badly, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the fierce battle just now.
Seeing Lucian come in, Frenchie and Mother's Milk were both stunned.
Lucian No nonsense, the body pulled out blurry tracks in the narrow passage.
The few surviving guards didn't even have time to turn their guns when they felt a chill in their necks or a tightness in their chests, and then their consciousness fell into the darkness of Eternity.
"Crack."
"Pfft."
The last threat has been eliminated.
Lucian's figure stopped in front of Hughie. He didn't even look at Hughie and the others. He just said one word with that unfamiliar Indian face.
"Run."
After saying that, without even looking at the reaction behind him, he turned around and walked out of the wall from the other side of the warehouse, disappearing into the night.
Hughie stared blankly at the hole, then at the corpses on the ground, unable to react for a moment.
It was Mother's Milk who was the first to come to his senses. He threw away the iron cabinet door in his hand and shouted in a deep voice, "Why are you still standing there? Listen to him and leave quickly!!"
After leaving the warehouse, Lucian did not choose a lonely road, but instead plunged into the most densely populated neighborhood.
He couldn't bet that Homelander wouldn't come, or that Homelander couldn't find him.
He can only trust his own judgment and use the most rigorous method to erase all traces of himself.
He did not increase his speed to the limit, but maintained a speed beyond that of ordinary people, shuttling through the shadows of alleys and buildings.
Soon, he rushed into a 24-hour department store.
Go straight to the fitting room in the men's clothing area.
When I entered, he was an Indian.
Two minutes later, a tall, thin, blond, white young man walked out. He was wearing a newly purchased bomber jacket, chewing gum in his mouth, and left calmly through another exit of the mall.
He blended into the crowd, turned two blocks, and walked into a brightly lit sports brand flagship store.
Repeat the old trick.
This time, he turned into a strong black man, wearing a baseball cap, and walked out struttingly.
This was repeated three times.
When he finally sat on a bench at the Bus station late at night with an inconspicuous black face, he was slightly relieved. Like an ordinary office worker, he lowered his head and scrolled through his mobile phone. In fact, all his attention was focused on his own senses.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky in the distance.
Under the reflection of the city lights, in the dark sky, a few elongated, cone-shaped clouds lingered for a long time.
That's a sonic boom cloud.
Only when a flying object breaks the sound barrier at supersonic speed will it leave such traces at high altitudes.
Moreover, judging from the number and shape of the clouds, the opponent was extremely fast and broke the sound barrier more than once.
Here he comes.
Lucian looked away, put the phone back in his pocket, stood up and merged into the crowd, like a drop of water blending into the ocean.
Fortunately, I ran fast enough.
A red and blue afterimage tore through the sky and landed with a thunderous force.
"Boom!"
The ground shook violently, and spider web-like cracks centered on the impact point instantly spread across the entire open space.
Homelander stood in the middle of the messy Black Site facility. His star-striped uniform remained spotless under the light. However, his handsome face was filled with gloom.
Not long ago, he went to see Dr. Vogelbaum, the "father" who created him.
He only wanted to know one thing, about Becca and his possible children. During his investigation, if Becca simply could not face the reality and committed suicide, Vought had 10,000 ways to shut her up forever and suppress the matter.
However, the suicide recorded in the police system did not match the disappearance recorded in Vought's internal files, and Madelyn's concealment made him doubt whether Becca was really pregnant with his own child. Before that, everyone told him that he would not be able to give birth to offspring.
And the answer he got pierced his last fantasy.
"...Supe's fetus... the development speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people...Becca's uterus could not bear it... during the delivery stage, he... he tore open the mother's belly...Becca died of massive hemorrhage, and we failed to save her... And the child didn't even survive ten seconds and drowned in the mother's blood."
a son.
He once had a son.
This rage and sadness that had nowhere to vent were rushing wildly in his chest, almost igniting his whole body. The ruins in front of him, and another failure of this bunch of losers, undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
"Sir! Mr. Homelander!"
A embarrassed figure rushed over, rolling and crawling on the ground, it was the Deep.
He burst into tears and began to claim credit. "I fought with him, sir! I'm sure that curry-smelling bastard is the murderer of Black Noir! He and Butcher are in the same group, so he came to save people!"
"I fought bravely, but there were too many of them and I was outnumbered. For the sake of the overall situation, I had to call you..."
The Deep is still chattering, but Homelander's attention is no longer on his words at all.
"Bang!"
Homelander punched out without warning and hit the wall next to the Deep's ear. The reinforced concrete wall shattered with the sound, and the Deep was so frightened by the sudden punch that he collapsed to the ground.
Homelander slowly leaned down, and a shadow enveloped the Deep.
That gloomy expression made the Deep dare not even breathe.
"Find it for me."
"Find him for me."
His hand pressed on the Deep's shoulder with such force that the Deep felt like his bones were groaning.
"I don't care who he is or where he is hiding." Homelander's blue eyes flashed with a blood-red light, "I want you to bring him to me alive."
"Yes! Yes! Sir! I promise!" The Deep agreed hastily and rushed out in a mess, as if there was an evil ghost chasing behind him.
Looking at the Deep's stupid back, Homelander felt a trace of nostalgia in his heart.
He began to miss Black Noir.
The taciturn ninja who could always execute all his orders perfectly. If Black Noir was here, what he would bring to him now would have been a corpse instead of a bunch of stupid excuses.
He slowly closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart.
At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.
is a new message.
Homelander took out his cell phone impatiently, thinking it was another bureaucrat with no eyesight.
However, the moment he saw the content on the screen clearly, his whole mood changed.
That's a video.
The background of the video is the home of Madelyn, which he is very familiar with.
Madelyn was tied to a chair, with a look of horror on his face.
A ring of C4 explosives was wrapped around her body, and a bright red countdown timer stood out in the darkness.
14:58...
14:57...
At that moment, all the sounds in the world disappeared.
The anger about Becca, the sadness about his son, the irritability about the incompetence of his subordinates... everything was completely cleared by this photo.
In his mind, only the horrified face of Madelyn and the constantly beating red number remained.
He raised his head suddenly and slowly lifted his feet off the ground.
The next second.
"Boom--!"
A sonic boom cloud exploded over Black Site, and the red and blue figure turned into a stream of light that could not be caught by the naked eye, tearing through the night and rushing madly in one direction.