On the highway, Butcher drove so fast the car was practically flying.
Mother's Milk leaned back in his seat, resting with his eyes closed, while Hughie remained somewhat restless. Both were silent, each occupied with his own thoughts.
Suddenly, a familiar rush of air came from above. Hughie shuddered and jerked his head toward the window, his face instantly turning deathly pale as he cried out:
"Fuck! Homelander! He's caught up!"
But barely had the words left his mouth when they saw Homelander streak over the roof of the car without pausing, flying straight into the distance and vanishing beyond the horizon in an instant.
Butcher froze for a moment, then burst out laughing and slapped the steering wheel.
"Hahaha! Looks like we dodged another fucking bullet! That kid Solomon didn't let us down. He saved our asses again!"
Mother's Milk let out a long sigh of relief as well. He took out his phone and looked at the photo of his wife and child on the screen, a tender smile appearing on his face as he finally relaxed completely.
"Thank God for Solomon! I have no idea how he pulled it off. He actually managed to lure Homelander away."
Elsewhere, Solomon leaned against the wall of an old apartment building, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. His gaze drifted toward the Faith Expo from time to time as he quietly waited for Homelander to arrive.
Ever since leaving Maeve's apartment in a sorry state, he had been lurking around the outskirts of the expo, not daring to get too close.
He wanted to charge straight in and rescue Hughie, but Homelander was inside. If he exposed himself, not only would he fail to save Hughie, but he would go down too.
Only when he saw the fake Ezekiel hurrying