Soldier Boy's curses grew more distant, but Homelander was in high spirits.
That's what you get for cursing me out every day. Today, you can chase me all you like.
Wind howled past their ears. Held in Homelander's hand, Carl's entire face was distorted by the high-speed airflow. Tears streamed down her face, which was already swelling up like a pig's head. It was a pitiful sight.
"Slow... slow down. Please, Homelander." He struggled to squeeze out a few words, his voice faint.
Homelander heard him perfectly clearly. He glanced down and gave a gentle smile. "Mr. Carl, relax. You won't die."
Behind them, veins bulged on Soldier Boy's forehead in fury. "You little bastard! Just you wait!"
Less than a minute later.
Vought Tower was right before them. Without pausing, Homelander shot through the glass wall Soldier Boy had specifically ordered modified.
A powerful gust swept through the office with him, sending a mass of documents flying everywhere once again.
Ashley blinked, anger welling up inside her.
After the incident with Blindspot, Ashley had reassessed her position. At Vought International, she had to maintain a submissive attitude toward Homelander and Soldier Boy no matter what.
So, anywhere Homelander and Soldier Boy might see her, she handled the Seven's affairs personally whenever possible to show how seriously she took them.
These documents, for instance. When Homelander and Soldier Boy had left earlier, she had tidied them up herself without letting anyone help.
Yet now, the documents she had just organized were scattered all over the floor again.
Ashley wanted to cry but had no tears. She looked at Homelander.
Homelander was holding something in his hand, and he casually tossed it aside.
Thud!
With a dull thump, Carl slammed heavily onto the conference room floor. He rolled twice, then