Things were somewhat chaotic on the Polar Bear's side as well, but that was all within the cities. The suburbs and countryside remained quite peaceful. That was the advantage of having vast land and a sparse population.
In the Moscow suburbs during the day, Little Superman easily asked passersby about the local situation and found where the strongest Tony Sennsei, who had fled to the countryside, was staying. At that moment, Tony was sitting in a wooden cabin, waiting for someone to apply perm solution to his hair.
The barber had brought along all the tools of his trade when he fled, after all. A skill was a guarantee of survival.
While waiting for his perm, Little Superman pulled out his phone and scrolled through it for fun. He was not worried in the slightest that word would get out about him coming to Russia for a perm instead of rescuing people.
Well, he had been a little worried at first, but Deathstroke had replied:
"Do you think Americans would believe anything Russians said?"
Just that one sentence put Little Superman at ease. Right—even if he got a full-body exfoliation here in the Polar Bear's territory and wasted an entire day, with everyone nearby taking photos of him and uploading them to the Internet—
Americans still would not believe it. They would only suspect that their Cold War rival across the ocean was trying to smear an American hero again.
Yes, Little Superman was now being positioned as a hero who had emerged from the United States. At least, that was the direction Adjutant's publicity campaign was taking. The moment he opened his phone, all sorts of news pop-ups and text notifications flooded the screen. The news stories differed, but every one of them mentioned him.
And since Adjutant had