Carol walked with her head lowered in silence. The moment she heard Deathstroke ask about the Kree Crystal, her first thought was that she couldn't let him take it.
So she stuffed her mouth full of hamburgers like a squirrel, pretending she couldn't answer. No matter what Deathstroke asked, she only replied with muffled "Mm-hmm"s.
But when Deathstroke asked whether her mother still baked blueberry pies at home, Carol gave in.
He didn't just know her mother's name and home address. He even knew her habits and hobbies, as though he had lived with her family for decades. It sent a chill down Carol's spine.
For human intelligence-gathering to reach this level was no different from a superpower.
Her mother and younger brother, Little Joe, were both ordinary people. She couldn't take the risk.
"The Kree Crystal and the related materials are on Basement Level Seventeen, Section B." She choked up, ashamed of betraying her country, but even in the strength she was most proud of, she was no match for Deathstroke. She could only yield. "Please don't hurt my family."
"How can you call it hurting them? Little Bean, your mother and I go way back. I even contributed some of the money she used to buy that farm."
Now that Su Ming knew where the crystal was, his tone immediately became much gentler. The terrifying chill that had seeped from his armor moments ago seemed to vanish in an instant.
Hearing her childhood nickname come from Deathstroke's mouth made Carol shudder. It was even more horrifying than hearing the Supreme Intelligence call her that.
The Supreme Intelligence knew it because it had read her mind, but where had Deathstroke learned it?
She couldn't understand it. There was no way to explain it with common sense. That was what