The Supe with slicked-back hair panted violently, his thoughts scattering in despair before those two scarlet beams forcibly dragged him back to reality.
The eerie red lines seemed to be deliberately toying with him. Unlike his companions, he had not had all four limbs severed and been left completely immobilized. Instead, both his feet had been sliced clean off at the ankles.
For a moment, howls of agony rose one after another.
As it happened, the same howls had filled the coffee shop not long before.
Only, inside the coffee shop, it had been ordinary people screaming in despair, while outside, it was Supes shrieking hysterically.
The two red beams that had appeared so strangely immediately brought Homelander to mind, but they were far too bizarre, and the uncanny sight they presented made people's skin crawl.
When their lives were at stake, no one dared take chances.
The few passersby who had still been watching from a distance scattered and fled for their lives.
The Maine police officers, who should have been the first to arrest the Supe criminals, were all silent with fear. If their uniforms had not lent them a little courage, they would probably have run long ago.
Everyone feared that those two red beams, which seemed like divine wrath, would fall on them.
Fortunately, that fear did not become reality. After the last Supe who had fled into the distance had his legs severed, the red light vanished as though it had never been there.
Had the gruesome scene not proved that none of it was an illusion, probably no one would have believed that a catastrophic Supe riot had ended just like that.
Someone spoke up. "What... should we do?"
No one could give them an answer, because the forceful police chief leading them had