Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

The young lady had come to rescue Mr. President.

Not to bury Mr. President.

"Miss Qi Lin, what are you doing?!"

Stark's jaw nearly dropped as he shouted sharply.

Meanwhile.

Air Force One.

The pilot had a gun pressed to his head. He stared at the instrument panel in horror. "Our engines have been damaged. We're descending rapidly."

"At this rate, we're about to crash."

Aside from the pilot and the president, everyone else had already been killed by Aldrich Killian and the other Hellfire Soldiers.

The president trembled even harder upon hearing that.

His heart was filled with despair.

"What the hell is going on with the descent?!"

Aldrich Killian roared himself hoarse. He had never expected the other side to be so brazen even after he had taken the president hostage.

"Was this your doing?!"

Aldrich Killian pressed his pistol against the pilot's head, nearly jabbing it into his skull. The pilot was so terrified he almost wet himself.

In this era of peace, most pilots had never been tempered by war.

When faced with death,

they felt more fear

than calm in the face of danger.

They would not fight to the death.

Much less make some glorious sacrifice for their country.

"This is bad."

Stark looked anxious. He had always considered himself the nation's number one superhero, but even a hero was helpless now.

This was an entire plane.

"Miss Qi Lin, what exactly are you doing? Our mission is to rescue the president, not speed up his death."

Stark was suffering inside.

He had it too hard.

Yet he could not say it aloud.

"Shut up, tin can."

A voice sounded over the communications channel. Stark did not even know how Qi Lin had infiltrated his internal comms.

He was utterly dumbfounded.

At the same