Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

The Chinese man flying in the air was startled.

In my mind, Qi Mu's voice was youthful and shy, yet it carried a hint of concern for his friend.

After all, apart from Gintoki on the table, his mother at home, and the blond professor who appears from time to time, Homelander is one of the few people Saiki has talked to and played with.

How can someone like that not be considered a friend?

If altitude is not taken into account, the Homelanders were indeed only about two thousand meters away from Qimu.

However, this is the middle to upper stratosphere, nearly 30 kilometers above the ground.

In the zero-degree sky, the lips of the people of the motherland moved, and in the icy air, their beating hearts felt exceptionally warm.

"I understand, thank you."

In the stratosphere, Homelander answered softly, unsure if Qi Mu could hear him.

He probably couldn't hear it, since even with his super hearing, he couldn't hear that soft murmur from such a distance.

[You're welcome]

......

Water Corporation.

99floor.

Inside the meeting room of the seven-person group, the sound of high heels hitting the floor was like a rapid drumbeat, and four people were already seated.

Maeve, deep sea, black, locomotive.

If it weren't for this person in high heels, Deepsea would definitely pull the locomotive, ignoring the other person's disgusted expression, and discuss with them where their leader—Homelander—is now.

Unfortunately, at this moment he could only lower his head, not daring to meet the gaze of the being who could arbitrarily strip him of his power.

"Hey everyone, what's up?"

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.

Homelander's hair still had some snow-white particles stuck in the air, which melted and made his slicked-back hair look slightly damp.

His tone remained relaxed as he raised his hands and greeted the people in the conference room.

"Homelander, you've wasted a full five minutes of everyone's time."

Wearing a pale yellow dress and black high heels, Madeline glared at Homer, who walked in, and spoke in a somewhat cold tone.

"Come on, ma'am, you know me."

"I'm flying back at full speed."

Azu pointed to his slightly damp hair and explained to Madeline.

"Hmph, I'll punish you later."

Madeline gave Azu a look, then gestured for Azu to return to his seat.

"Okay, ma'am, please tell me what happened that you want me to come back immediately."

Homelander took his seat as the "boss," put his hands together, and asked Madeline.

"Transoceanic Air Flight 37 was hijacked en route to Chicago."

"That was a Boeing 737 MAX 8, and who knows why Transocean would let that plane choose this route."

Madeline relayed the information to the superheroes present in a calm tone.

"Pan Ocean Airlines and Vought have certain interests in cooperation, and this is also a good opportunity to gain attention. If they can save this plane, Vought will not only gain traffic, but may also change the minds of those members of Congress."

Madeline's speech quickened, her gaze sweeping over the superheroes present before she continued:

"Homelander and Queen Maeve will be going on this rescue mission together. We must make the most of this opportunity."

"learn."

Homelander gave an OK sign, his expression showing no anxiety despite the sudden hijacking.

Instead, he gave Maeve a hug.

"Maeve, thank you for your guidance. It has given me an unforgettable memory."

Maeve frowned slightly as she looked at Homelander, but did not refuse his embrace.

"It's nothing, let's finish the mission first. The publicity department has already prepared the post-rescue speech."

"Got it, got it. Relax, buddy, it's all very simple, isn't it?"

The man from the motherland smiled confidently; it was clear he was in a very good mood today.

Even Shen Hai, who was standing to the side with his head down, didn't say a word to bully him.

"Great, let's get going then."

Madeline smiled at Azu and urged him on.

Azu nodded, and after figuring out the plane's coordinates, he gentlemanly put his arm around Maeve's waist.

The next moment, Homelander and Maeve leaped into the air and flew rapidly towards the coordinates at Mach 4.

It's not that I'm worried about whether Queen Maeve can handle it, but there are always some flights in the air, and Homelander needs to maintain a suitable speed. Otherwise, if he crashes into a flight, his reputation will be ruined.

Using GPS, Homelander and Maeve arrived at the outside of the Boeing 737 in less than ten minutes.

"Homelander, so, what about the plan?"

Queen Maeve asked Homelander.

"Please, Maeve, they're just a bunch of ordinary robbers."

"As long as we're fast enough to take care of them all, there won't be any problems."

Homelander's lips curled slightly; he planned to forward the post-rescue publicity video of the hijacking rescue to Qi Mu.

Let him see the power of Homelander, the strongest superhuman.

"That would be best."

Seeing the enthusiastic Homelanders, Maeve didn't disagree, but instead decided to do her best to protect the passengers on the plane.

"Well then, I'm going to open the machine door now."

Homelander placed his hand on the airplane door and then pressed the switch with a little force.

A snap.

The plane's cabin door opened.

Under atmospheric pressure, the gas inside the plane rushed wildly out of the cabin door, and a suction force swept over the hijackers who were controlling the plane in the aisle.

"Holi Shit!"

"What happened?! Why is the hatch open?!"

One of the Middle Eastern hijackers, who was near the hatch, lost his footing and was torn out of the hatch by atmospheric pressure.

"Oh, buddy, you don't look like an ordinary tourist."

Homelander caught the flying robber with one hand, raised an eyebrow, and saw the pistol on the other's waist.

"My God, you even brought a gun, buddy, you're not my friend."

Under the pleading gaze of the Middle Eastern robber, Homelander gave a benevolent smile and then released his grip.

There was no sound.

The robber vanished into the sky in an instant, and no one knew which ocean he would land on.

Oh, right, that clown who calls himself the Lord of the Seven Seas might know something; all he needs to do is go among the fish and smuggle his ass out to gather some information...

Haha, isn't that funny?