They scrambled up from the ground. The two intact thugs carried their still-twitching boss and dashed toward the alley entrance like madmen.
Ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters... the wind whistled in their ears, and the bomb monster behind them didn't give chase.
Deep in the alley, several hundred meters away.
Reze didn't pursue. She watched the fleeing figures, a smile so sweet it was intoxicating curling at the corners of her mouth.
Then, she raised her right hand, aimed at them, pressed her index and middle fingers together, and lightly snapped her fingers, almost as if making a finger heart.
"Boom."
The sparks from the friction of her fingers shot out at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch.
At the alley entrance.
In the area where the green-haired man and the other two thugs were—
Boom—!!!
A violent explosion, sounding as if it truly came from hell, tore through the night sky of Hell's Kitchen.
Brilliant flames soared into the sky, lighting up the pitch-black alley as bright as day.
The glass of several nearby old apartment buildings vibrated violently, and countless car alarms blared frantically, creating a scene of chaos.
In the all-consuming flames, not even a scream could be heard.
Under the high temperature and Impact wave of that instantaneous blast, three living people turned into shattered charcoal.
Leaving only a black crater several meters in diameter on the ground, still emitting pungent black smoke.
[villainess value +162]
[simulation value +52]
Having done all this, Reze, who had long since returned to her original form, gently straightened her bangs ruffled by the airwave. Her expression was innocent, as if she had just casually set off a festive firework.
"Too weak."
Reze turned around and looked at her main body behind her.
Their gazes met in the air.
Sumire looked at the girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a collar around her neck, her breathing ragged, unable to calm down for a long time.
Although she had seen it in movies long ago, when Reze actually stood before her and was under her control, the sense of shock was still incomparable.
This was the Bomb Devil.
The ultimate Soviet weapon from "chainsaw man" who had killed countless people!
Not only did she possess terrifying physical techniques, but she could also turn herself into a bomb and even possessed near-immortal regenerative abilities.
In this Marvel World where firearms were rampant, Reze was practically a walking arsenal!
However... Sumire quickly calmed down.
This was Marvel, after all.
Although Reze was strong, the waters in Marvel were too deep.
Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One was still drinking tea in Kamar-Taj, God-King Odin was still sleeping in Asgard, not to mention those freakish deities who restarted the Universe at the drop of a hat.
"I still need to keep a low profile... well, at least in front of those big shots."
Sumire secretly warned herself.
Just then, the wail of sirens came from afar.
The huge explosion just now was too loud; it might have already caught the attention of the Police or even S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Got to go." As soon as Sumire had this thought and tried to take a step, she felt her knees go weak.
"Ugh..."
She hadn't felt it when her adrenaline was surging, but now that she had relaxed, the long-term malnutrition combined with the aftereffects of being struck in the abdomen earlier suddenly flared up.
Sumire stumbled, nearly falling to her knees.
"This body... is really too useless."
Sumire bit her lip in frustration, a hint of embarrassment on her face.
It was lucky only she and her Incarnation were here, otherwise, it would be quite humiliating.
However, the expected fall did not happen.
A warm hand gently supported her arm.
Reze walked up to her, looking at Sumire's trembling legs. A hint of helplessness flashed in those emerald eyes, but it was replaced by a tenderness as if looking at a disappointing version of herself.
Reze didn't speak—they were one person, so there was no need for verbal communication. She simply turned around, her back to Sumire, and crouched down slightly.
She patted her shoulders, which weren't broad but seemed exceptionally reliable, and turned her head to reveal her signature, slightly lazy smile.
As if saying—"Get on."
Sumire hesitated for a moment but eventually climbed onto Reze's back.
Warmth.
That was Sumire's first sensation.
Even though this body seemed to flow with enough nitroglycerin to blow up a city block, her back was so warm and soft.
A faint smell of gunpowder lingered at the tip of her nose, mixed with a mysterious floral fragrance; this unique scent was reassuring.
Sumire could clearly feel Reze's steady heartbeat and the explosive power contained within that body.
This feeling of carrying herself, though embarrassing, gave her an unparalleled sense of rapport.
It was as if in this World, only they were each other's closest half.
"Hold on tight."
Reze suddenly whispered, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a child.
The next second.
Boom! Boom!
Two intense explosive flames erupted from Reze's calves!
With the help of the reaction force from the explosion, the girl carrying Sumire was like a rising Rocket.
She instantly shot off the ground, leaping directly onto the rooftop over ten meters high!
"Wow!" Sumire instinctively hugged Reze's neck as the wind whistled past her ears.
Reze jumped nimbly between the buildings.
Every landing was accompanied by a dull explosion, making it seem as if she were stepping on invisible stairs, vanishing into the vast night as a blur.