Strangle could be used not only to kill people, but to save them as well. The dead naturally could not be saved, but simple hemostasis or stabilization was easy enough.
After devouring Black Sword, Strangle had not gained any new genes, but its physical strength had increased again. Its tentacles, which had previously only been able to reach a dozen meters at most, could now easily extend hundreds of meters.
In other words, the multiplier for its size increase had risen again. Perhaps its compatibility with its host had improved once more, or perhaps its energy efficiency had increased. Even it could not explain it clearly. It simply could do it.
It carried the injured out from all over the place one by one. After receiving emergency treatment, they moved across the black-coated ground on their own, transported toward the other end of the bridge like cargo on a conveyor belt, where the military had set up a position.
In the end, though, they found only a dozen or so lucky survivors. Against a monster like that, humans tended to die very cleanly.
"What are you trying to say?"
Su Ming turned and glanced at Liberty Belle. She looked as though she had seen a ghost.
"No, nothing. It's just... what did you mean when you said we weren't suited to be Superheroes?"
She sounded somewhat aggrieved. They might have been doing it for profit, but they had done good deeds too. Many Skrulls or Kree who had fallen to Earth had been dealt with by them.
"If you want to make money, just become Mercenaries. You can start a small company called 'Mercenary Heroes' and commercialize everything you do. Just be selective when taking jobs. If there's something you don't want to do, don't take it."
Liberty Belle was