The Anti-Monitor wanted to see whether Deathstroke's expression showed any cracks, whether he was deceiving him.
However, Su Ming gave him no such opportunity. The mercenary shoved his entire upper body into the cannon barrel, which was as thick as a well opening. His legs remained outside the muzzle, kicking and spinning back and forth as though he were performing synchronized swimming, looking perfectly at ease.
Spinning, jumping, smoking.
He had him completely figured out: the Anti-Monitor would not fire.
Hal worriedly signaled Oliver with his eyes. If anything went wrong, he was prepared to save Deathstroke.
Deathstroke had once saved his life and defeated Dawnbreaker. He had to repay that debt.
The military was a place where bonds were forged through life and death, and Hal had always believed in that. He owed Deathstroke a life, so even if it cost him his own, he would pay it back.
Of the four, however, the two who knew Su Ming well were unconcerned.
Oliver knew that if Deathstroke had not been prepared and confident, he would never have gone this far.
To outsiders, Deathstroke might have appeared to be displaying unparalleled courage, facing the Anti-Monitor head-on.
But Oliver knew that Deathstroke had deliberately done this only because he was certain the Anti-Matter cannon could not kill him.
If Deathstroke truly wanted to die, he could have gone to challenge Perpetua alone. Why would he be playing Human Cannonball here?
One person stood on a second-floor balcony, shouting that he was going to jump to his death. The other stood silently on the rooftop of a twenty-story building.
Which one truly wanted to die? Anyone with half a brain could tell.
Yet Oliver not only refrained from stopping Hal, but gave him an approving look, indicating that he would act as