"We're out of here, you ugly old hag! We're done playing!"
Black Left and Black Right leaped up in perfect sync, flying into the sky without hesitation.
The respectful "ma'am" they had used for her had automatically become "stinking bitch."
The brothers had privately assessed their chances and figured they probably couldn't beat Black Noir.
And Vought only rated Black Noir as top-tier. That said nothing of Homelander and Soldier Boy, who ranked above even that.
The Federal Lieutenant Colonel felt lost. Though she had repeatedly turned the political world upside down, she had no idea what to do now.
"Wait! I can guarantee that you two will become world-famous superheroes!" the Federal Lieutenant Colonel hurriedly called out, trying to keep them.
Black Left and Black Right couldn't help laughing. They would have to be alive to enjoy that.
Who knew how many people that sneaky bastard Black Noir had killed to hone the combat experience he had today? He also possessed considerable superpowers. One careless move could cost them their lives.
Of the teammates who had come with them as outside support, only two were still alive... oh, no, they couldn't even make an even number anymore.
In that brief moment, another one had died.
Black Noir had twisted Little Fatty's head off.
Only the Indian Supe was still alive. His formerly sleazy gaze had cleared, and he even looked a little more respectable. His legs were shaking rather badly, though, which really cheapened the effect.
Judging by his appearance, he probably didn't have long either.
"Black Noir, I'm your fan! I love you! Let... let..." the Indian Supe pleaded in fluent English, but halfway through begging for mercy, he could no longer speak.
Because Black Noir was too calm.
Ever since appearing, he had cut down several people