Su Ming did not immediately return to space. Instead, he once again arrived above Carol's old home, the wooden house built on a tiny peninsula.
The surrounding trees and ground looked as though they had been ravaged by a typhoon, while Carol remained as lively as ever, as if she had not expended much effort.
That was normal. Compared to other Zerg, the Brood had no truly powerful individuals. Even their former Brood Queen had been killed by Apocalypse thousands of years ago. There was now an enormous gap in strength between them and Carol.
That gap could not be bridged by sheer numbers. Nor were the bugs the scheming type. Going head-to-head against Carol and Mary would definitely end badly for them.
Thus, the little wooden house was still more or less intact. It had merely lost its doors and window glass, while even more paint had been scraped off its surface.
The only problem was that the bugs were nearly endless. During the time Deathstroke had been away, Carol's family had already killed several thousand insects, yet Brood continued crawling out of tunnels everywhere, launching suicidal attacks.
Moreover, they carried more and more weapons. Carol was truly fighting an army now.
Su Ming landed beside Mary. She was whipping her son, Little Joe, with a belt she had found somewhere, trying to force him to fight the bugs barehanded.
"Stop. Joe hasn't awakened yet, and he hasn't learned any fighting skills. Sending him into hand-to-hand combat with bugs now is sending him to his death."
Seeing Joe's pained expression, Deathstroke still spoke up for him. He had figured out Little Joe's personality already. He was just an ordinary American high school student. Slaying dragons and monsters in video games was no problem, but in reality...
Unlike his sister,