The strength of all characters on Earth-1 had generally declined. Gotham, in particular, had been weakened drastically along with Batman. This showed in the lunatics: they were violent enough, but not crazy enough.
The old district upstream of the Gotham River was one of the strongest areas in Gotham on Earth-1, but its strength was not reflected in quality. It lay in their indiscriminate attacks on every living thing that entered the area.
As a result, almost no one except themselves was willing to come to this district. They had been pent up for a long time.
When a pack of fresh prey charged into a group of starving wolves, their appetite and desire to slaughter instantly surged. Once the voice on the radio disappeared, everyone rushed out of their homes and opened Burst Fire on every living thing in sight.
The barrage was so fierce that every creature daring to approach fled in a panic. Natasha and Stark were no exception.
Before long, countless streets and alleys had become seas of fire. The two of them fled desperately through the ruins. They were not the only ones running for their lives, but most ordinary people lacked Natasha's abilities and fell amid the rubble before they got very far.
The hunters wielded Submachine Guns, grenades, and rocket launchers, crazily pouring firepower onto everyone. They did not care whom they hit. They were merely venting the violence in their hearts.
"Is this what you wanted?" Natasha asked as she ran, looking at Stark. "Did you know the poison you released would turn everyone into this?"
"This fucking wasn't me..."
"It was bound to end up like this." Natasha's voice was cold. "You know better than anyone the side effects of the Extremis Virus. You knew this was a dead end."
"That