Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Captain Hills, wielding his warp alloy shield with effortless skill, is Hills' greatest superhero!"

"Bullshit! When the Blue Giant is fully stacked with Focus, his Ice Ball buildup becomes like a wall, smashing through everything in his path—that's Hills' number one superhero!"

"Stop arguing, Rubber King is the true GOAT of Hills Superheroes."

"It's so sticky and messy, it doesn't even feel as good as a fly."

At this moment, at the dismissal point of a prestigious school in the upper district, countless students stood in the rain-soaked lobby of the teaching building, fiercely arguing about who was Hills' number one superhero.

It's somewhat absurd, but while Amerigo doesn't acknowledge psychic powers, he doesn't deny the fact that with technological advancements, many superhuman mutants have emerged.

These mutants, through marketing and packaging by capital companies, have taken up professions that are quite characteristic of Amerigo Veterans.

Professional volunteer police officer.

"Profession",

"Vice Police"

Don't overthink it, that's the name the agency gave us anyway.

Given Amerigo Vespucci's educational environment, even thinking about the flat Earth theory is considered independent thinking. If there are minor grammatical errors, he can simply apply for a new, independent term.

In short, Hills' students have a great fondness for superheroes who wear tight suits and fight crime in the city.

They are much more likely to cause innocent casualties than ordinary police officers.

After all, the mortality rate is high when ordinary people have to engage in real gunfights.

These mutants who have gained superpowers by taking enhancement drugs can actually punch "bad guys" so hard their brains splatter everywhere.

The principle of not killing? What is that?

As for whether they actually performed acts of chivalry?

Kong Jiu is quite qualified to speak on this issue.

Perhaps, but it will never interfere with the lower city area.

If he did, there probably wouldn't be as many people lining up in the lower district to get mutton soup from his stall.

Oh, the Fly Man even went to drink his own mutton soup. Maybe he's a down-to-earth superhero?

It's a pity that I couldn't see the health bars above other people's heads back then, otherwise I would have known whether the Fly Man was also going to be killed.

Kong Jiu listened to the chattering of the children around him, his eyes filled with absolute indifference.

Why did he come here?

Half an hour ago, he saw Farah off in the rain; his excessive intelligence and sanity almost drove him insane.

Half an hour later, he changed into dry clothes and brought Mina to this place.

Based on the location predicted by Squich, this is the location of the last anchor point.

A school.

To be precise, it's underground at the school.

A little-known fact that most people don't know is that most schools, when they were first established, were natural fortresses and strongholds for military purposes, ready-made large-scale facilities for civilian and logistical needs, and even community centers.

Therefore, most schools are built according to the structure of strategic priorities.

Hills No. 1 High School is no exception.

If we're talking about something even more special, it's that there's a huge space underground.

What did Squich call the place beneath his feet again?

"The headquarters of perverts in bodysuits?"

Oh, it shouldn't be that vulgar.

It is the "Hills Hero Training Center".

In fact, according to the intelligence compiled by Rat God, those so-called superheroes were basically private soldiers kept by Hills' high command.

However, these private soldiers also consider both idol status and commercial value, so they come out to show their faces in public.

Squealer's attack on this underground facility has been ongoing since morning.

Unbeknownst to these smug noble children on the ground, countless rat-men with protruding foreheads were relentlessly gnawing at their beloved superheroes.

Perhaps after today, many superheroes will retire.

Perhaps, there will never be any more superheroes.

Just as Kong Jiu was gazing at the gray sky in thought, Mina tugged at his hand.

"Hey, big boy, why are you standing there like a dazed fool?"

Mina was brought here by him from Red Rain Fortress.

Squich said that the complete destruction of the Iron Curtain would require the disappearance of the emblem on Mina's body.

Unfortunately, Mina was unwilling to hand over that emblem.

"You said you'd let me give this to you after today, didn't you?"

Mina, relying on the insignia in her hands, shamelessly flirted with Kong Jiu.

Squich didn't dislike the girl; in fact, he tacitly allowed Mina to use that emblem to push her luck in negotiating with Congo.

Through the ring, he spoke to Mina, asking if this bloodline princess from Red Rain Fortress wanted to witness the fall of the Iron Curtain together.

This rat god, also from out of town, gives off a vibe of "I'm definitely going to fan the flames when my good buddy gets a girlfriend."

Therefore, Mina teased Kong Jiu, who was "indifferent to everything but only wanted to save people," in an increasingly serious manner, which aroused some disgusted looks from the students around her.

"How cheesy are those two Asian in-laws... why are they white?"

Finally, as time passed, the students poured out of the gate like salmon returning to their nest in the rain, then squeezed into luxury cars and left the school.

All the students left the campus quickly; after all, this was a prestigious school, and being picked up and dropped off by private car was standard practice.

The tuition fees are so high that families in the city center can't afford to take out loans, and it's impossible for a family without connections to attend school.

After school, the place seemed rather deserted.

Kong Jiu lowered his head slightly, looked at the ripples on the ground caused by the rain, and sighed.

"What are you sighing about, big boy?"

Mina asked, linking her arm with Kong Jiu's.

"I'm thinking, how many people have already died?"

Kong Jiu's [Spiritual Vision] passed through the puddles formed by the rain, through the false ground, and looked down at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath.

Countless ratmen, purple-robed cultists, veteran soldiers enhanced by drugs, wielding crude dimensional stone firearms, various inferior spiritual objects obtained through human sacrifice, and high-tech weapons, are fighting against the "superheroes."

Flying flesh and blood, ratmen rising again with green light in their eyes, superheroes being exhausted by endless attacks and disemboweled...

Kong Jiu sadly turned her head away.

"And how many more people will I have to kill when I go down there?"

He still had some affection for these superheroes.

Kong Jiu could deal with the Purple Light cultists who were keen on human sacrifice, as well as the veteran soldiers who kept blood slaves, without any psychological burden.

However, while those superheroes are essentially private soldiers with various "casualty rates," many of them are also essentially "good people."

Kong Jiu couldn't kill them without batting an eye.

Just as Kong Jiu frowned, that intimate warmth drew even closer.

Mina nestled in his arms, and Kong Jiu sensed a touch of reluctance in this intimate gesture.

She realized her own confusion.

"Don't overthink it, big boy."

Mina looked at Kong Jiu with sincere eyes: "I heard that you saved many people, and then all of them died."

I was thinking, if my old man, who sells blood-soaked beverages, can become a good person, how come you're not?