From Deathstroke's celebratory tone, Monark knew that "congratulations" was sarcasm.
Judging by the dog tags, the dead were all National Guard soldiers. As a member of the Invaders, killing so many American soldiers made the situation rather troublesome.
"Command of the National Guard normally rests with the individual states. That system gave Faustus an opening. These Gas Masks don't protect against poison at all. On the contrary, Strangle found something like Mushroom Spores in the breathing filters."
Su Ming clapped his hands and tossed aside the trash in his hand. Mushroom Spores were invisible to the naked eye, so Faustus had probably used them to control people.
To control so many people, just how many years had he spent accumulating so many spores?
Monark's expression was now stiff, and he fell silent.
Dealing with controlled enemies was easy, but the bystanders would not care whether these soldiers had been controlled, nor would they care about the process or what had happened behind the scenes. They would only look at the result.
That a universally recognized World War II hero had killed a large number of American citizens.
They had indeed been slaughtering other civilians earlier, but they could have been subdued. Why kill them outright? Not democratic at all!
The families of the victims, however, would take the exact opposite stance. They would resent the heroes for not killing the controlled people sooner, because then their family members would not have been harmed.
The differing positions of both sides, compounded by the difference between ordinary people and superheroes, would only breed hatred.
Just like Madame Hydra's new codename, Root of Hatred. Once this mutual hatred was planted in the hearts of the public, getting Americans to unite would become empty talk. Superheroes could very well become rats crossing the street,