If Becca were dead, there would be no point in him living either. He could die, and that would be that.
But Becca was still trapped under Vought's control, still imprisoned and denied her freedom.
He absolutely could not die here. Absolutely not!
An intense will to survive suddenly erupted. Butcher struggled desperately, bracing both arms hard against Homelander's wrist, using every ounce of strength to push him away and break free.
But a mortal's strength was insignificant before a top-tier Supe.
No matter how hard he pushed or struggled, Homelander's hand remained rock steady, not budging an inch, his grip locked around Butcher's lifeline, holding him firmly in his grasp.
The scarlet laser glow in his eyes grew ever more intense, gradually covering his entire pupils. A searing aura of destruction bore down overwhelmingly, and the shadow of death completely enveloped Butcher.
Just as the red light was about to fill Homelander's eyes and the lethal lasers were about to burst forth, a calm voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
"All right, put him down."
Solomon slowly stepped forward, expressionless, without the slightest tension, as though he were not entering a deadly confrontation but merely coming to put an end to a tiresome farce.
Beside him, Hughie froze completely, his mouth hanging wide open, his pupils contracting sharply, his face filled with utter shock. His mind instantly went blank.
He could not comprehend the scene before him at all.
That was Homelander, out of control with rage and addicted to killing!
A monster who would slaughter indiscriminately at the slightest disagreement!
Yet Solomon's tone held not the slightest fear or pleading. He sounded as casual as if he were chatting with an old friend, daring to halt this confrontation of certain death with a single offhand remark.
*Had Solomon