"Kill her," the President didn't answer her question or rather disdained to answer.
Su Mo curled her lips, her gaze dangerously fixated on that hint of virtual projection, "Mr. President, I will come looking for you."
Feeling like being targeted by a venomous snake, the middle-aged man sitting in a luxurious room trembled his fingers, severed the connection, and glanced at the superpower users guarding outside, all above Level 5.
Kill him?
It was simply a fool's dream.
Behind Su Mo, a gust of wind attacked; she swung her right hand, and a shield formed, blocking numerous Wind Blades slashing toward her.
These Wind Blades were unlike any she had seen before. Instead of disappearing after striking her shield, they embedded themselves into the steel plates overhead and rapidly attacked her again within seconds.
Su Mo no longer concerned herself with the Wind Blades; her target was directly locked on the man in a combat suit controlling the superpower output.
