Mindy hid her motorcycle in an alley between warehouses, raised a hand to straighten her wig and eye mask, then checked the explosives and firearms she would use in battle before waiting quietly.
Meanwhile, Deathstroke and the others were actually hovering in midair five meters behind her, remaining invisible as they watched her slight figure from the moonless darkness.
The girl looked far too skinny, somewhat malnourished, which made her head seem a little oversized—the classic little radish head look.
Several of the girls in the group began to feel sorry for her. Though Su Ming knew that Hit-Girl did not think she needed anyone's sympathy. If anything, she thought others were more pitiable.
Because she had the power to resist authority and Order, while most people did not.
Since they had some time, Deathstroke told everyone about Mindy's origin story.
She had originally been a little blonde girl. To conceal her identity, she always wore a purple wig whenever she went out on missions. Despite her young age, she was actually quite famous in Superhero circles, which was also thanks to Big Daddy.
Big Daddy had once been something of a celebrity, renowned for his superb combat skills and an extreme case of chuunibyou. He had always believed Batman and Superman truly existed, constantly telling everyone that Superhero comics were all real.
There were plenty of Masked Vigilantes in New York. After all, it was a major city with millions of people, so gathering a few hundred lunatics was easy enough.
But most of them had suffered injustice from Destiny, oppression from capitalists or corrupt officials, and only taken up resistance for practical reasons.
Big Daddy was different. At least, the darkness of reality was only a small part of what drove him. What truly set him on this