A man shouted from below, "She must have been paid to speak up for Homelander online! How much did Vought pay you?"
"Money?" Klee froze for a moment, having no idea what he was talking about.
Words like "actor" and "fraud" kept ringing out, overlapping and piling into an unbearable chorus.
Klee's face flushed red with anger. "You're the actors! I'm going to shoot you!"
She shouted angrily and turned to look for the guns in the house, her little braids swinging with her movements and slapping against the wall.
"Stop talking, sweetheart. Get back inside." Klee's father pulled her back and lifted a bed board, trying to block the broken window with it.
Klee's mother also wrapped her arms around her and hurried toward another room.
Just then, a fist-sized dark shape came flying over. A second later, the man carrying the bed board heard a rush of wind beside his ear.
Oh no...
His heart jolted. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. The rock slammed into the back of his head. His vision went black, his body swayed twice, and he fell straight down.
"Daddy?"
"Honey!"
The man's collapse barely drew a reaction. The crowd continued its revelry, and someone holding up a phone said excitedly, "Did you see that? Wasn't that a great throw? This is so fucking exciting!"
Meanwhile, in a small three-story villa over 500 meters away.
Butcher lowered his binoculars, a flicker of anger rising within him.
Damn it.
These lunatics were completely out of their minds. They weren't considering the consequences at all.
An hour earlier, there hadn't been this many people around Klee's home. He had paid off some homeless people and petty thugs with criminal records to stir up trouble.
But the situation had escalated and was now