Hughie leaned over to glance at the vials of deadly poison in the case, then spread his hands.
"Fine, even if this stuff really can knock him out... then what? How are you planning to kill him? Shoot his bulletproof skin with a police rifle? Or stab him in the heart with a tactical knife? Don't be stupid, Mother's Milk! Even if Soldier Boy lay in front of you like a dead pig, completely at your mercy, the weapons we have couldn't put so much as a scratch on him!"
At Hughie's questions, the atmosphere in the room abruptly turned ice-cold.
Frenchie pressed his lips together and pulled a specially made high-pressure injection gun from inside his jacket, his gaze icy.
"His skin is indeed bulletproof and blade-proof, Hughie, but his airways, internal organs, and eyeballs aren't made of metal. Once he's unconscious, I'll push this injection gun with its super-tungsten alloy needle straight through his eyeball or mouth into his brain stem, then inject concentrated sulfuric acid and reactive-metal explosives into his brain."
"Oh, God..."
Hughie sucked in a sharp breath, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
"You're completely insane... doing something like that..."
"Hughie!"
Mother's Milk abruptly rose to his feet and slammed his broad palm onto the table with a dull bang.
His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding audibly as decades of pent-up fury erupted all at once.
"He killed my grandfather! Killed my uncle! Smashed my life to pieces! And now he's sitting in the Vought building, basking in the adoration of the entire country, even playing happy father and son with Homelander! Do you think I can just stand by and watch all this happen?!"
Mother's Milk stared hard into Hughie's eyes, advancing one step at a time, his voice low and hoarse.
"We