"No, no, you are the real heroes."
Enjoying the cheers and adoration directed at him, Homelander feigned humility, grinning widely.
Click!
The tightly shut cabin door opened.
The last remaining hijacker inside held a gun to the pilot's head.
"Relax, calm down."
Mei wanted to persuade him to put down the handgun.
Bang!
But the agitated and vicious hijacker blasted the pilot's head with a bang, then turned to shoot at Mei and Homelander.
Sizzle!
Blinding rays swept across, cutting his body in half at the waist without obstruction, and the airplane's control panel behind him was also sliced open.
High-altitude cold wind rushed in through the opening.
Homelander walked over indifferently.
Mei tried to contact air traffic control but received no response. She turned back and asked, "The signal is cut. Can you fly a plane?"
"Even if I could operate the plane, it's useless now."
He spread his hands, motioning for Mei to look at the control panel, which was damaged beyond recognition.
"Oh, damn it."
Mei's expression turned grim as she said, "Perhaps you should fly outside and try to support the plane."
Something had to be done to save the people on board.
Just now, Homelander had precisely used his heat vision to pierce the hijacker's chest, but why was its power excessive this time? However, now was not the time to dwell on that.
"The plane's fragile outer shell cannot withstand my force; I would just pierce through it like a nail. Don't think about these things, Mei."
Homelander shook his head, refusing.
Thump!
The plane lost control and plummeted downwards. Suddenly, there was a jolt, and some passengers were directly flung to the cabin ceiling, then fell back down.
"Oh, what's happening?
Save us, Homelander."
"I don't want to die…"
The passengers, who thought they were safe, began to scream in panic and cry for help.
"Calm down, everyone, everything is fine."
Homelander brought Mei to the cabin door.
"If you take them down to the ground one by one…"
Mei knew Homelander's personality; his expression was indifferent, clearly thinking of abandoning them here, but these were over two hundred lives. She said anxiously.
"How?
Me, one in each hand, running over a hundred times?"
"There's not enough time; their weak bodies cannot withstand supersonic speeds."
Saying that, he opened the cabin door.
"Come with me, Mei."
"Even saving one is good."
Mei pulled two little girls from the plane: "Take them."
"No, I said no!"
Homelander wagged his finger, his expression stern.
"Let them live to tell the Whole World that we abandoned over two hundred people to die?"
He had already planned for all these people to die in the plane crash, pushing the blame onto the Department of Defense for refusing to integrate superheroes into the defense system.
Not a single one of these people could survive.
Some frightened passengers stumbled over, jumping out of the hatch prematurely to see if they could survive.
"Step back, all of you step back."
Homelander's expression was distorted, and his stern roar echoed in the wind-swept cabin, his eyes glowing red.
"Otherwise, I'll immediately laser you to death, you damned things!"
"Help, no!"
Looking at that devil-like figure, the passengers retreated in fear.
"One more step, and you die now!"
"Please, Mei, don't leave us."
The passengers cried, pleading with Mei, who looked distressed and worried, their desperate cries for help piercing her heart.
"Mei, My daughter's favorite superhero is you, save her!"
"Are you going to die with them, Mei?"
A cold, ruthless voice came.
"I'm sorry, truly sorry."
Mei struggled for a long time, looking at the passengers in pain, continuously apologizing as Homelander pulled her away and out of the cabin.
Homelander hovered in mid-air with Mei, indifferently watching the plane plummet and crash into the distant sea.
But just after the two of them left.
Bang~
Inside the cabin window, a bang sounded, and Ron's figure appeared.
"Dark Star, it's Dark Star!
Save us, Vought said you have teleportation abilities."
The passengers, who had just been abandoned and were crying in fear, saw Ron appear among them, like a last straw, and swarmed towards him.
"Please, don't abandon us like Homelander and Mei did."
Homelander almost never used his X-ray vision or super hearing, except when peeking at Madeline expressing milk for her child, or checking if someone's heartbeat indicated they were lying.
"I'm very sorry, My teleportation speed is limited. I'll prioritize saving the children first."
He raised a finger and asked.
"By the way, did anyone record the scene just now?"
…
Nearly a minute later, the plane crashed into the sea, exploding into fragments, and all passengers died.
On an uninhabited small island.
Ron held a mobile phone, with over a dozen crying, helpless children standing behind him.
Although the situation was critical and the plane was about to crash from a high altitude into the sea and turn into fragments, with his speed, he could have saved more people.
However, he only saved the children on the plane.
He himself had no obligation to save anyone.
"Adults are not like children; they have their own ideas and are difficult to control."
He wanted to use this incident to threaten Homelander, not to truly push Homelander to a dead end.
Because this matter was very important, fearing a butterfly effect where no one would record the process, he specifically made a trip.
If there was no physical evidence, he could at least save a few human witnesses.
Ron stroked the head of a little girl beside him, whom Mei had tried to save but couldn't, and looked at the distant sunset, his gaze profound.
"Now there's both human and physical evidence."
These human witnesses should also be able to serve some other purpose.
On the uninhabited island, after settling the rescued children, he teleported away.
"There's one more thing to do; I'll take care of it today."
…
New York, 8th Street Subway.
A group of three were anxiously searching for something.
"Fuck, where did she run off to?
Frenchie, have I told you, once you see her, immediately spray her with halothane!"
Butcher gnashed his teeth in anger.
"I'm sorry, alright.
Isn't the most important thing right now to find her?"
Frenchie was only concerned about the girl who had just run away from him. That girl had been imprisoned and tortured, sharing a similar plight with him, and he couldn't bring himself to harm her.
"Butcher, let's just find her first."
Hughie, standing nearby, advised.
Regarding this Butcher's description of Frenchie as ruthless, good at modifying weapons to deal with superhumans, and a gangster who could help them, he truly hadn't seen any ruthlessness.
Ever since he saw that disheveled girl behind the supermarket, he seemed to have lost his soul.
"I see her, she's over there."
Frenchie was overjoyed, pointing with his hand like a dog seeing a bone.