Solomon was speechless. He wasn't a god who could remember everything, and his brain hadn't been enhanced.
"I just called Hughie. His phone's off. Hurry up and find a way to stop him! And Homelander seems to be at the Faith Expo too. If he finds out about Hughie, Hughie's dead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Butcher hung up and ran toward his car.
Butcher ran to his car and called Mother's Milk.
"Mother's Milk, where's Hughie?! Tell him to call it off. It's dangerous!"
Mother's Milk had only just answered, a trace of confusion still on his face. Butcher's words left him stunned, his voice full of disbelief.
"What? Call it off? Hughie's already gone inside! Butcher, what the fuck kind of joke is this!"
"A joke? Who the fuck is joking!"
Butcher roared into the phone, his chest heaving as he suppressed the panic inside him.
"Fuck! Solomon just called me. Ezekiel's already dead! The one we're seeing now isn't him at all. It's another Supe impersonating him!"
"What?!"
Mother's Milk felt as though he'd been struck by lightning. He instantly lost his composure, clutching his head with both hands as his frantic gaze swept toward the baptism tent nearby.
Not only were there large numbers of armed Vought International guards stationed around the tent, security was tight.
What made his scalp prickle even more was that he'd seen Homelander walk into the tent earlier!
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Mother's Milk swore repeatedly, his voice full of agitation.
"What do we do now? Homelander's in there too! If Hughie gets caught, he's dead!"
Dead silence fell on the other end of the line. Butcher gripped the steering wheel and slowly closed his eyes, a flicker of pain crossing them.
After a moment of silence, his tone was utterly