Everyone looked toward the voice. Only Translucent's uniform floated in midair, as though an invisible person were wearing it.
Homelander's and Maeve's pupils abruptly contracted. Their expressions froze, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock, and they unconsciously stopped breathing for a few seconds.
Solomon!
Hadn't he punched straight through his chest yesterday, killing him outside the apartment building?
His blood had stained the ground red. How could he possibly still be alive?!
Homelander instinctively twitched his nose. It really was that damned JS's scent!
He was actually still alive!
Homelander froze for a second, then immediately recovered. A brilliant smile spread across his face as he clapped softly and strode toward Solomon.
"JS! Welcome back!"
He stopped in front of Solomon, his gaze instinctively settling on the chest of his uniform. It was smooth and flat, without the slightest trace of blood or injury, as though yesterday's fatal punch through his chest had never happened.
A barely perceptible flicker of doubt and scrutiny crossed Homelander's eyes as he silently considered, How exactly did this guy recover?
Could carbon-fiber super skin not be his only power?
Did he have self-healing too?
Despite his doubts, Homelander's hands kept moving. He wrapped an arm around Solomon's shoulders, pulled him toward an empty seat, and motioned for him to sit.
Solomon said nothing. His gaze went straight to Maeve across from him, and he raised a hand in a small wave of greeting.
"Hi, Maeve!"
Homelander's gaze instantly darkened, and his expression visibly turned grim. He shot a cold glance toward Solomon, his tone abruptly hardening.
"All right, everyone's here. Let's start the meeting!"
A pile of problems had landed on him today. Vought had been summoned by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the CIA, and there was still the threat posed