The upper deck was no longer safe; it had completely collapsed. Su Ming relocated to the towering bridge pylon.
The Washington Bridge was very similar to the Golden Gate Bridge, also a suspension bridge. Though the pylon was now swaying as well, and cables occasionally snapped with a deafening bang, at least the air up high was fresh.
The closer one got to the monster, the stronger the stench became, as though it had absorbed the very essence of the sewers. Unless necessary, it was best to keep some distance.
After observing for a while, Deathstroke discovered quite a bit of new information.
First, the color of the fireballs produced when the Sentinel Robots exploded varied according to the type of energy they simulated. Worthy of fireworks that cost tens of millions of dollars each, they were truly beautiful.
Second, the military had realized that the monster possessed some kind of corrosive property. When the robots launched Kamikaze attacks, they could remain inside the monster for a long time before successfully detonating.
Third, the remote-control system for these robots was unexpectedly good. It was clear that the scientists controlling them were complete amateurs when it came to combat, yet the robots moved smoothly without any lag. Su Ming might be able to make use of this technology.
Lastly, these robots still had not probed the upper limit of the Gamma Worms' strength. The effects of Gamma Rays were truly terrifying. Even if the worm could not understand what anger was, its strength continued to grow without end.
But a worm was still a worm. Deathstroke had long since devised a plan for dealing with it.
Watching the Sentinel Robots and knockoff Captains dwindle in number, Su Ming felt the timing was about right. If he did not act soon, the