Next, Deathstroke took advantage of his mobility to lead the group across several continents, collecting multiple samples in countless cities.
But the results continued to tilt in an alarming direction. All several hundred randomly selected samples were docile citizens brainwashed by the Inheritors. Even several people who should have been Superheroes were the same.
Like livestock, they worked diligently for the family. When the Inheritors wanted to kill them for amusement, they would not resist. Even as they screamed on the verge of death, they covered their own mouths, afraid of disturbing their masters' moods.
"They've all been completely turned into slaves. Who knows how many years the Inheritors have been operating on this Earth? The whole world has taken their shape." Deathstroke shook his head as he led them back to New York. They were now sitting on a dock, watching the sea and the sailboats. "They're beyond saving. These people are worse than monkeys now."
Takuya's expression was somewhat grave as well. He nodded silently, then slowly turned his bracelet.
"Then we have no choice. To protect everyone's future, we can only clear them out. Our numbers are far too small compared to the entire manpower of a planet. If we get surrounded, there will probably be casualties."
As a hot-blooded young man, he would rather protect his family and friends than let his bleeding heart run wild over Another World people with strange expressions.
The answer was obvious. It was like entering the enemy's headquarters and seeing a huge mass of enemy soldiers—were they supposed to show mercy?
Though this enemy base was far larger than he had imagined, and the number of enemy soldiers was equally beyond imagination.
"Planet Bomb? Cyclone Torpedo? Cosmic Energy radiation? Bio-Virus? Scorch the place with nuclear weapons?" Deadpool had already begun