War
"The Big Brother Twins are dead!"
A scream came from the distance, full of panic.
It was the voice of the twin-tailed Latin Girl. She was terrified. The authorities' attack was unbelievably fierce.
The 30mm autocannons were powerful enough to tear armored vehicles apart with ease. There was no way human flesh and blood could withstand them.
If not for the carnage in the camp and the Big Brother Twins' reckless rampage, the US soldiers who'd arrived wouldn't have gone straight for the kill, using the attack helicopters to focus their fire.
"Has Tom woken up yet? He's the only one who can deal with those helicopters!"
Someone shouted in frustration.
"Tom's leg is broken. Isabella's looking after him—ah!"
Someone else shouted back, but before he could finish, concentrated fire from small-caliber weapons hit him. He screamed as he took the bullets. Whether you were a hero or a villain, you always died from talking too much. The old hands always taught the younger ones: work more, talk less.
Aside from Ryan and Thomas, the brothers who'd been blasted to mincemeat by the attack helicopter's autocannon, nobody could move the mountain-sized Black Giant Tom. So he had to stay where he was and receive treatment from the other superhumans.
"Ah!~"
A towering black giant suddenly charged out through the battered doorway at the end of the corridor, clutching a huge chunk of concrete. He hurled it viciously at the sky.
Boom!
An Apache Attack Helicopter couldn't dodge in time. The massive chunk of concrete slammed into the fuselage, tearing it apart on the spot and turning it into a fireball in midair.
"Tom! Tom's out!"
"Isabella's healing worked! Thank God. Her ability works one moment and fails the next, but this time it finally worked."
"Fight back! Take them