"You're not an angel at all." Jessica shook her wrist, looked at the wound on her knuckles, tore a strip from her T-shirt and wrapped it around her hand, then spoke to the other woman in English. "None of the other soldiers are this strong. They can't even take a single punch from me."
That was true. Angels were generally lighter, and their skeletal structures differed from those of humans. After all, as a species that flapped wings and relied on aerodynamics to fly, they could not possibly be too heavy.
Anyone familiar with boxing and combat sports knew that lightweight fighters often had a vast gap in strength compared to heavyweights. This was determined by the density and weight of muscle fibers in Carbon-based Lifeforms.
Jewel's abilities came from a genetic mutation caused by chemical agents. The force of a punch delivered during a diving flight was around seventy-five tons—something even Spider-Man and Captain America could not take head-on.
Before launching the ambush, she had observed the invaders for a long time, even made a few "little pancakes," and drawn several conclusions.
For instance, the angels' only special ability seemed to be flight. Beyond that, they merely possessed advanced technology and their own combat skills. For the moment, she had found no Superhumans capable of wielding Cosmic Energy, much less any sign of a Mage.
Also, they were incredibly greedy. Jessica had seen these Angel Warriors more than once stripping jewelry from the bodies of victims. Not only earrings and rings—even clothing buttons made from fake diamonds or decorations on shoes, they would pry them off with swords and knives before taking them away.
Moreover, unlike their glamorous appearances, every one of these angels was sinister, cunning, and exceptionally bloodthirsty. It was as though the more corpses they saw