Deathstroke, a super-soldier who had been injected with a serum, stood 193 centimeters tall and weighed 200 pounds. More than 90 percent of his brain's potential had been unlocked, and his normal strength was roughly ten times the peak human limit.
Compared with the power Deathstroke possessed, Schiller's body weight was far too light. So carrying Schiller was effortless, but precisely because it required so little strength, Deathstroke felt dazed for a moment, even struck by a sense of unreality.
On the question of "Has the world gone mad, or have I?" Deathstroke leaned more toward the latter. He preferred to believe that all the things that shocked him had more complicated logic behind them, logic he simply could not understand right now. But now, he began to seriously consider whether God had gone mad, or whether something had gone wrong with the physical laws of this world—a man of this size and this weight absolutely could not possess such strength.
Reason told Deathstroke that Schiller might be a Superpower User, or a modified human like him. But no, he felt Schiller was very far removed from those things, one might even say completely unrelated to them, which was why he seriously started thinking about the issue of his bodily functions.
Deathstroke carried Schiller out of the busy Dock District, found a nearby car, drove through downtown Hurghada, and arrived at a more peripheral area. He headed inland into Egypt the whole way until, near the southwest, he reached his safe house in the Red Sea region.
This was an abandoned US military base, with a fairly spacious underground area. Deathstroke put Schiller on one of the beds in the barracks dormitory, and, to be safe, locked the door as well. Then he quickly discovered this was not very safe