"Where did he go? I didn't see him just now."
Steve put away his shield, rubbed his arm, and staggered over to Deathstroke.
The ground beneath their feet had already been turned into a massive crater by the earlier battle. Its bottom was filled with loose earth churned up by explosions and punches. Amid the smell of gunpowder and blood, Steve felt dazed, as though he had returned to World War II.
There was even a deep shaft at the bottom of the crater now, and no one knew where it led.
Deathstroke put away the golden pan and pointed down at the hole in front of him. "There. Hulk should be in the Soviet Union by now, right?"
Steve's mouth fell open beneath his mask. Had Deathstroke sent the green giant flying through the ground to the other side of the planet with a single blow?
That was too outrageous. He had always known Deathstroke was strong, but Hulk, who had been beating him down so thoroughly, could not even withstand one hit from him?
Just as his thoughts ran wild, a wheezing laugh came from beneath Deathstroke's mask. "Just kidding. Knocking him out was enough. Why send him all the way to the Soviet Union? He's less than a hundred meters underground. Pull him out, dust him off, and he can keep going."
"That monster can be knocked out? He's that strong."
Steve looked doubtful. He leaned over to peer downward, but the bottomless black hole contained nothing but the echo of his own voice.
Su Ming had Strangle extend its tendrils to retrieve the man while he patted Steve on the shoulder. "Any creature with a brain can be knocked out if you hit it hard enough. Don't believe me? Put your head over here and let