Flight 37!

The fear and despair of moments before seemed to vanish the instant Homelander appeared.

With a gentle smile on his face, Homelander raised a hand and softly closed the cabin door, shutting out the cold wind and rushing air. He called out to everyone:

"All right, everyone, it's all over! You're safe. Everything's going to be fine!"

His voice was gentle yet powerful, instantly soothing all the passengers.

The passengers smiled in relief at having survived, thanking Homelander and Maeve over and over and praising them as heroes who saved the world.

Homelander greeted the passengers warmly. He walked over to a little girl who was trembling in fear, crouched down, and asked gently:

"Hey, little one, did you get scared? Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can hurt you."

What a great superhero!

Everyone silently repeated the thought, their eyes filled with admiration and gratitude as they looked at Homelander.

Maeve, however, did not bask in the praise. Frowning, she headed toward the cockpit.

Madelyn had clearly told her there were only three hijackers aboard, and they had already dealt with three. Yet she kept feeling something was wrong. There should still be one who had slipped through the net in the cockpit.

Noticing Maeve's movements, Homelander followed close behind.

When they reached the cockpit, Homelander said nothing. He simply raised a hand and forced the heavy door open.

A hijacker was holding a pistol firmly against the captain's head, his expression panicked and his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

The copilot had already collapsed to one side, his chest covered in blood and his eyes wide open. He was clearly no longer breathing.

The sudden appearance of Homelander and Maeve terrified the hijacker out of his wits. His hand shook even more violently, making the gun barrel sway.

"Relax. Don't be nervous. Put the gun down. We won't hurt you."

Maeve softened her voice, trying to calm the hijacker while keeping her eyes fixed on the gun in his hand, not daring to let her guard down for a moment.

But fear had already overwhelmed the hijacker's mind. His hand jerked, and with a bang, a bullet shot straight through the captain's head. Blood splattered across the cockpit windows in a horrifying sight.

The next second, a flash of scarlet flickered in Homelander's eyes. Two searing laser beams shot out once again, slicing the hijacker clean in two.

The lasers were so powerful that as they pierced the hijacker's body, they also struck the aircraft's control panel behind him. In an instant, the console was scorched beyond recognition. Every button was destroyed, leaving only exposed wires trailing black smoke.

Red lights flashed wildly in the cockpit. Piercing alarms rang out one after another, echoing through the cabin.

Maeve's expression changed. She took the headset off the captain's head and tried to contact ground control, but all she heard was crackling static. The signal had already been completely cut off.

"Can you fly a plane?"

Maeve turned to Homelander and asked urgently, her eyes filled with unease.

Homelander shook his head. He knew how to jerk off, but not how to fly a plane. He could already fly himself; did he need to learn something as useless as piloting a plane?

He pointed at the laser gouges across the console. All the buttons were gone, leaving only the wiring inside.

"Even if I could, it wouldn't help!"

Maeve's expression darkened completely. The unease in her heart grew stronger, and she asked urgently again:

"What do we do now?"

Homelander glanced around the cockpit, a trace of indifference flashing in his eyes. He had already made up his mind.

He turned and walked out of the cockpit. Facing the passengers, who had once again fallen into panic, he put on a warm smile and reassured them:

"Please don't worry, everyone. Stay in your seats and fasten your seat belts. I have everything under control."

After calming the passengers, Homelander turned around and heard Maeve say:

"You have to get outside and hold the plane up!"

Homelander turned his head expressionlessly and asked in return.

"Hold the plane up? How? We're ten thousand meters in the air, with nowhere to stand. Where do you expect me to stand to hold it up?"

By now, Maeve had already guessed what Homelander intended to do, but she still wanted to try.

"I don't know! You could fly above it and knock it level! As long as we can stabilize the plane, there's still hope!"

A hint of exasperation appeared on Homelander's face, but he still patiently explained:

"The plane's moving so fast right now that I'd either flip it over or punch straight through the fuselage. Everyone would die anyway. It wouldn't be any different from now."

Just then, a powerful air current suddenly struck. The plane plunged sharply downward, and the entire cabin instantly became weightless.

All the passengers wearing seat belts were flung upward, slamming into the cabin ceiling before crashing heavily back into their seats with pained grunts.

The already panicked passengers now fell into despair. Cries and screams once again filled the cabin.

As a superhero, Homelander immediately turned around, still wearing his warm smile, and reassured them again:

"Don't be afraid, everyone! That was just a strong air current. It's passed now. Everything's fine. Trust me!"

Maeve swallowed and took a deep breath, suppressing the despair in her heart as she made one final effort.

"All right, then take the passengers down to the ground one at a time."

Hearing this, Homelander was so angry that he laughed, his laughter full of mockery and disdain.

"And then what? Make 123 round trips?"

His expression instantly turned cold, and his voice became bone-chilling.

"Maeve, think carefully. Our mission is over!"

With that, Homelander stopped looking at Maeve and headed toward the cabin door, showing no intention of saving the passengers.

Watching his retreating back, Maeve's eyes reddened slightly, and her voice turned pleading:

"Please!"

But Homelander ignored her. As he walked toward the cabin door, he kept reassuring the passengers behind him, repeating, "I'm not leaving. I'll save everyone." Inwardly, however, he sneered. These ordinary people are nothing but ants. If they die, they die. What does that have to do with me?

Wasting time saving them would be an insult to my abilities.

But the passengers were no fools. To varying degrees, they had all sensed Homelander's dismissiveness and indifference.

Their initial hope gradually turned to despair. Some began praying silently, while others held their loved ones beside them and comforted one another, their faces filled with despair and unwillingness to accept their fate.

Watching this, Maeve could hardly bear it, but she could not fly and had no way to escape with so many passengers. She could only watch helplessly as the plane slipped further and further out of control.

"Maeve! Hurry up!"

Homelander's urging reached her, his voice now carrying obvious impatience.

Then he raised his hand and punched the cabin door clean off once again. It instantly vanished into the sea of clouds.