Both sides of the deal sent people to drag away the corpse. Someone brought shovels and mops to clean up, while the underlings cursed under their breath, apparently complaining that the Superhero had relieved himself everywhere before dying. Such uncivilized behavior had ruined the surrounding environment.
Yes, this was the warehouse area behind the airport. There usually weren't any pedestrians around, but that was no reason to dirty the ground.
The deal was temporarily suspended. The gang members seemed disgusted by the smell nearby, leaving them in no mood to negotiate.
"Looks like Hit-Girl doesn't plan to make a move. She's still waiting for a potential sidekick to show up." Su Ming sighed and glanced at the girl lying prone in the distance with her rifle braced. "But it's fine. I'll play a game with her, hehe."
The moment he said that, Hermione gave him a deadpan look. She knew it. The professor just loved playing around.
Before the witch could say anything, however, Deathstroke's armor began to writhe, instantly changing into another form.
The ground was cold at night, and the cement had no smell. Yet the scent of blood from afar seemed to drift over in thin threads, slipping into her nostrils and making her heartbeat accelerate as a certain emotion stirred within her.
Mindy, who had set up her rifle behind several wooden crates, felt exactly that way. Her heart was beating faster and faster, as if urging her to rush out and slaughter everyone.
She had already unconsciously decided whose heads she would blow apart first, and whose Eggys she would cut off with her Katana afterward. The more she thought about it, the brighter her smile became.
But when she remembered that she had come looking for a partner, her little face fell. She definitely