At Soldier Boy's signal, The Deep, who had only just escaped the fire, jumped straight into the frying pan.
"We're at the hospital already?"
The Deep's eyes were so badly swollen that he could only open them a crack.
The somewhat dim lighting inside the ambulance made it even harder for him to see his surroundings. He could only vaguely make out several medical workers in white coats carrying his stretcher out of the vehicle.
"No... Mr. Deep, we haven't left the beach yet," a male nurse said cautiously.
The Deep propped himself up on his arms and struggled to raise his body. "Then why are you carrying me out? Hurry up and take me to the hospital!"
The male nurse stammered, unable to get the words out.
As a low-ranking medical worker, he didn't dare offend The Deep.
No matter how far The Deep had fallen, he had once been a member of The Seven and enjoyed worldwide fame.
So, faced with a problem he couldn't solve, he chose to shift the conflict elsewhere.
"Mr. Deep, Soldier Boy told us to do this. You should ask him," the male nurse said.
After speaking, he ignored The Deep's ugly expression and gave his colleagues a look. The stretcher carrying The Deep was then lifted out of the ambulance.
Soldier Boy took a cigarette from a medical worker's pocket, lit it, and savored the swirling smoke.
He took a deep drag and blew smoke rings one after another, seemingly not worried about Kailong in the slightest.
Homelander looked out and found Kailong still waiting by the sea, showing no sign of leaving.
He lowered his voice and asked, "That octopus hasn't run off yet?"
Soldier Boy flicked off the ash. "Where could it run? The moment it drove the sea creatures