The moment they witnessed Soldier Boy break the sound barrier with a human body, shock washed over them like a surging tide.
In an age with such a developed internet, Supes' various abilities had long since become familiar to everyone. Whenever people scrolled past these videos, all they would say was "Badass." But when it actually happened before their eyes, the word "miracle" came to mind.
That was something a phone could never give them.
Under these circumstances, quite a few people looked down at their own bodies, unable to understand how, despite sharing the same physical structure, their forms of life seemed separated by the dimensional barrier between fiction and reality.
The assault team's commander was scared senseless. His lips moved a few times, and his fingers unconsciously released the megaphone.
It fell with a clatter, and the tool once used to warn Soldier Boy was mercilessly crushed against the paving stones.
Soldier Boy watched him for a while, then reached out and gripped his neck, steadily increasing the pressure.
The commander struggled to breathe, his face turning bright red as his limbs flailed wildly, trying to claw an opening for survival out of despair.
His nails scraped Soldier Boy's skin as though scratching steel, but he kept struggling, enduring the agony of his nails splitting.
Only then did the clatter of raised guns ring out, as though everyone had just awakened from a dream.
The dark muzzles were messengers of death forged by civilization, but their threats seemed like playful affection to Soldier Boy.
The pressure of firearms, usually so unfailingly effective, earned nothing but a contemptuous smile from Soldier Boy before he turned back to stare at the commander.
After being deprived of oxygen for so long, the commander's face had turned blue and purple, and his