Magical Girl in the Superhero World

"Fuck! You inherently evil magical girl! I even bought your company's stock to support you!"

“Strictly speaking, I am a shareholder of your parent company. Is this how you treat a shareholder?”

The clown man shouted incoherently.

The hellbirds ignored him and continued fighting the bald eagles.

Taking advantage of the bald eagle's retreat while it reloaded, she raised her hand, channeled her magic, and unleashed a powerful slash at it.

Pfft!

The bald eagle gritted its teeth, its white psychic energy flickering slightly on its chest, and actually withstood the enhanced slash from hell.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Hell's lips curled up slightly: "Pretty sturdy, huh? I thought this would cut you in two."

The chef's "Solution" is fast regardless of whether it is enhanced or not, but its power will rapidly decrease when the distance is too far.

Even so, Hell used the gesture-enhanced "Solution" to instantly destroy the flamethrower in mid-air.

Bald Eagle was able to withstand this enhanced slash thanks in no small part to his superpower, "psychic enhancement."

After strengthening his body, his defense reached at least C+ level, which is "basic defense".

"And what about this move?"

The girl's voice sounded like a nightmare to the bald eagle.

He wanted to fight back, but Hell had already given up.

It was just a fleeting glance.

Miss Hell was so fast that the bald eagle couldn't even see her; the girl's small hand gently brushed against his face.

next second.

*Pfft!*

The bald eagle's head and body were moved together and rolled down in front of the clown man like a bowling ball.

"OMG..!"

Seeing this, the clown man exaggeratedly picked up the other person's head, sighed deeply, and then sat down on the ground like he was giving up.

He lifted his kneeless thigh.

pat.

The girl stepped lightly through the bloodstains on the ground and approached the clown man, looking down at him condescendingly: "Your turn."

"Oh~"

The clown-like man, with his exaggerated makeup, kept his gaze fixed on the girl's thighs, which were covered in pantyhose.

He raised the bald eagle's head and said:

"I think humanity should really award the person who invented black pantyhose a Nobel Prize, shouldn't it? I could admire those legs for a year."

"He probably likes the bald eagle a lot too, right? Look how happy he is—"

Pfft!

The slash flashed, and the bald eagle's head was split in two once more, making it utterly and irrevocably dead.

The clown's voice stopped abruptly. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, cleaned the blood splattered on his face, and looked up at hell.

He chuckled ingratiatingly, "Haha, Miss Hell, that's your code name, isn't it? I think... there must be some misunderstanding between us."

Miss Hell's gaze was icy. She slightly raised her hand, aiming at the clown man's crotch, her slender, white fingertips pulsating with magic.

“If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll first break your little clown, and then chop your magic pill into mincemeat.”

The clown immediately covered his crotch, his face turning deathly pale.

"Hmm... Is it possible to reconcile?"

He was inwardly groaning. This wasn't a magical girl at all; she was a terrifying witch born evil!

That damned witch! Isn't anyone going to do anything about her?! This kind of immoral and arrogant young lady deserves a good spanking!

At this moment, the hell that the Joker Man saw was more terrifying than ten thousand terrifying owls.

He wished that the vigilante "Red Owl" was the one standing before him interrogating him now.

At least even if they hate me, they won't set their sights on my Demon Orb.

The clown man considered himself someone who felt no pain.

But torturing his own demon orb into a thousand cuts was another matter; he felt that this was a punishment that no human could conceive of.

Hell spoke coldly: "Who sent you to attack the Renault Group?"

If it were just the Joker coming alone, she would only think that he was acting crazy and causing trouble.

But since the other party brought such a capable team, there must be someone providing them with funding and intelligence support behind the scenes.

Joker: "I'm not telling you anything!"

Pfft!

"Ow!!"

The clown once again unleashed a superb high note comparable to Michael Jackson's.

He immediately abandoned all moral boundaries and said, as if shaking beans:

"It was sent by Commander Kong, a middleman in the underworld. I really don't know who's in charge! The boss's mission is for us to sabotage the Renault Group's press conference!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Hell's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She couldn't be bothered to figure out if the other person was lying, so she simply slashed and removed the clown man's head.

Judging from the opponent's accumulated record over the years, the Joker is not only mentally unstable with a natural antisocial personality, but also possesses an immortal body.

Whether he is burned, sunk at sea, sealed in cement, or his bones are crushed and scattered to the winds, he will reappear someday in the near future.

The clown's head rolled to the side.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "We'll meet again, Miss Hell."

"Next time, hehe... can I touch your thigh?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hell unleashed a slash without turning his head, completely slicing the opponent's head to pieces.

Afterwards, Miss Hell looked at the other half of the battlefield, where Starscream was still fighting the half-human, half-wolf creature.

And it seems they've suffered another setback.

That werewolf was not only incredibly strong, but his stamina and endurance were comparable to that of the Mighty King, and his recovery speed was abnormally fast.

There was nothing Miss Hell could do, she sighed inwardly. After all, superheroes always have to suffer setbacks first before turning the tables.

But she didn't want to wait that long, so after closing the distance, she aimed a slash at the back of the demon wolf.

A tribute to our legendary king of misfortune, "Red Spider"!

"Pfft!"

The demon wolf was instantly flung away by the invisible slash, its half-human, half-wolf body letting out a miserable howl as its wolf form gradually faded away.

Hell wanted to go over and finish him off.

Red Spider rushed over and grabbed her hand: "Wait, wait! Miss Hell, please spare his life so we can interrogate him!"

If we kill them all, there really won't be a single one left!

Hell glanced at Red Spider, just as Red Spider was worried that the other party might reject him.

The girl dispersed the magic in her hands:

"Fine, I'll do it for your sake."

Red Spider finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "Thank you, Miss Hell, you're such a kind person..."

After saying this, Red Spider slapped his forehead and glanced at the corpses of Joker, Flamethrower, Bomb Boy, and Bald Eagle not far away.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly beneath the mask.

Haha, is he really a good person?

Meanwhile, in an underground laboratory.

A person wearing an assistant's name tag reached out and took the USB drive plugged into the server, successfully stealing Renault Group's important secrets—the detailed blueprints and program algorithms for a controlled nuclear fusion device.

He pressed his earpiece: "Boss, we got the stuff, but there was a slight mishap. The Joker's team was wiped out, and the Demon Wolf was captured."

"However, we operate very discreetly, and no one can obtain evidence."

He stared at the gray-haired girl's back in the surveillance footage:

"Furthermore, the one who carried out the attack was that magical girl codenamed 'Hell.'"

"It seems like the clown man's live stream included her in it too."

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end of the earpiece remained silent for a moment.

"Was it her who did it? Then we don't need to worry about it. Make a copy of the surveillance footage and destroy the entire hard drive. Don't let it fall into the hands of anyone else."