This was probably what it meant to get off to a bad start. When they arrived on this zombie Earth, there had been fifty or sixty of them.
But after sending off the wounded, only around a dozen remained.
"This is my first time entering New York's sewer system. I don't know if it's like this on our Earth, but it's pretty spacious here—basically an underground tunnel with eight lanes." Iron Man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, like a boss inspecting a construction site.
Yes, the Ultimates had suffered over eighty percent casualties, but this was war. How could there be no deaths?
So he was still in a decent state of mind, utterly unaffected by other people's misfortune. The others were more or less the same. As long as they were not the unlucky ones, it was fine. At most, they could feel a little regret for the wounded before continuing the mission.
When only a few people fell, they could put on an act and mourn for a while. But when so many had fallen, all that remained was the fury of wanting revenge.
That was still far better than many Avengers. If any of them died, wouldn't they spend days mourning? If it were the MCU Avengers, losing more than half their people would probably have them grieving for years.
"Don't get optimistic too soon. The zombies know where we are. While everyone is licking their wounds, those flesh-eating monsters may be gathering their friends and preparing to summon everyone for a meal with us."
Seeing everyone starting to chat, Su Ming clapped his hands to draw their attention and gave his analysis.
"If we want to complete our mission, the first thing we need to do is sever their ability to