Homelander's gaze pierced the reinforced concrete, sweeping through Vought Tower floor by floor.
He saw many things.
On the sixth floor, for instance, two people were foaming at the mouth and laughing like lunatics, insisting they were world-class boxers. The medical staff tried to take them to an ambulance, but could not budge them no matter how hard they pulled, and took several punches for no reason.
In the ninth-floor restroom, three employees in suits lay collapsed on the floor. One clutched his phone tightly, using what little consciousness he had left to call for help.
The tenth floor, the fourteenth, the seventeenth, the twenty-second...
As his gaze continued sweeping upward, Homelander's expression grew uglier.
Almost all of Vought Tower had been hit.
Every few floors, he saw people who had collapsed. Some clutched their stomachs and moaned in pain; others were purple-faced and convulsing.
Vought's own medical teams had suffered attacks of varying severity as well, leaving them completely overwhelmed and dependent on outside medical resources.
The entire tower looked as though some kind of plague had swept through it.
"Fuck..." Homelander cursed under his breath. The anxiety in his heart had started as only a spark. With the anxious expressions of the medical personnel crowding the building, it gradually spread, burning ever fiercer until it threatened to become a wildfire.
On the fifty-sixth floor, his gaze suddenly stopped. He spotted Private Angel.
The beautiful, sexy woman had lost her usual poise. Her hair was a mess, sweat had beaded on her forehead, and she looked extremely anxious.
"You idiots! Get the fuck out of my way!"
She pushed through a crowd of employees watching and approached five casualties. Four were deathly pale and unconscious, but the man on the far left had purple lips, and his body would