Su Ming had no idea what Luthor was plotting, but he knew that bastard would not die so easily. He definitely had contingencies in place.
Though the street battlefield was chaotic, Deathstroke's black-and-yellow armor was quite well known here. No one foolish enough to cause trouble stepped out wherever he went. No matter how crazed they were or how advanced the weapons in their hands, they would only silently move aside.
That was the intimidation brought by the old Deathstroke's notorious reputation, though Su Ming naturally had no intention of explaining to these people that he was not that Deathstroke.
Besides, he was no superhero looking to meddle in other people's business. The end of the world was coming anyway. Wasn't it only natural for people to settle their grudges and avenge their wrongs?
As long as they did not block his path, who cared whom they killed?
After returning here, he did not go to the Hall of Justice or Little Lucky Ape's bar. Instead, he came to a relatively unfamiliar region: Gardner County in Louisville, Kentucky, United States.
The Justice Leagues from across the multiverse were probably still busy maintaining order, but Su Ming needed to prepare some things in Marvel before he could join the game here.
Only by obtaining those things in Marvel could he secure a sure victory in the coming battles here, so there was no need to rush. Better to use the difference in Timeline Speed to create an advantage than rush into the fray when he had a choice.
This time, he had come to this backwater to consult a professional.
Among all these universes, Geralt was probably the best at dealing with monsters; Constantine might have been the best at dealing with gods; and Batman was undoubtedly the darkest person.
But