Tony's jaw clenched so hard a ridge stood out along his cheek. His lips moved as he tried to argue, but the words rolled around in his throat before he swallowed them.
Ninety-nine point nine percent.
That number had come from a global broadcast and a public vote. It was there in black and white.
He couldn't argue with it.
Rather than suffer themselves, Americans would rather let the people of Fusang suffer!
Natasha jumped down from the wrecked bus. The skirt of her silver-blue armor fluttered as she landed, revealing a scraped shin.
She took two steps toward Yongye, complicated emotions churning in her light-brown eyes. She couldn't hide the hope in them.
"How much have you recovered?"
Her grip tightened around the Square Hammer. Blue patterns of light flickered across its head. "Maybe we can kill it outright. With you leading the attack, we can give it everything we've got..."
"No chance."
Yongye cut her off without a moment's hesitation.
He glanced northwest, where Doomsday had vanished. The dark-green arc had already merged with the edge of the skyline, leaving only scorched trails across the tops of a few distant buildings.
"Unless we kill that monster quickly, it'll only get stronger the longer we fight."
"You've been chasing it for five days. You should know that better than I do."
Everyone fell silent, their faces wary.
Doomsday hit hard, shrugged off damage, moved fast, and healed quickly. It could also absorb all kinds of energy and attacks, then evolve at terrifying speed.
Every time they attacked with all their strength, Doomsday blasted that energy back at them. Every time they grievously wounded it, the monster came back stronger, faster, and harder to deal with.
At first, they could surround Doomsday and pound away at it. They just couldn't