"Splitting up? No way we're splitting up. Not in this lifetime."
Within an asteroid belt in the Andromeda M31 Star System, a ship carrying three people and one dog lay dormant in hiding. The pale pink starlight made their vessel inconspicuous, like a piece of space junk.
Inside the cabin, Su Ming sat with one leg crossed over the other, giving Black Bolt a lesson.
They had not encountered any enemies immediately after completing the jump. Black Bolt found that puzzling, so he raised a sign to question Deathstroke. Deathstroke told him to wait until the main Zerg force arrived, then they would launch a surprise attack.
With a righteous expression, Black Bolt raised his wooden sign and scribbled furiously: "Leave Lockjaw and me to deal with the bugs. You go deal with the Herald of Galactus."
Then Su Ming said what he had said earlier, firmly declaring that they would not split up.
"The swarm's numbers are hard to deal with, while dueling the Herald of Galactus would waste time. Only tactics can keep us alive. There are so many asteroids here that sensors are limited in effectiveness. I really like this place."
For some reason, after hearing Deathstroke's words, both Black Bolt and Lockjaw clenched up. They both had the strange feeling that Deathstroke was plotting to steal something from them.
But the feeling came and went quickly. Black Bolt tore off the previous sheet and wrote again:
"Why? Wouldn't splitting up be more efficient?"
Su Ming shook his head. He exposed the lower half of his face, raised a bottle, and took a swig.
"Even if we overwhelmingly outmatch the enemy, splitting up is never wise. Blindly pursuing efficiency on a battlefield ends up like the blitzkrieg in World War II, and the universe is far more