"I thought that monster was connected to Starbrand."
Wanda considered Deathstroke's proposed tactics, seeming to understand something. She curled her lip in distaste and changed the subject.
"It spends most of its time sleeping in the Pacific Ocean. The reason it came to the Atlantic Ocean coast this time should also be related to the White Light from last time. But look at its chest—there's no symbol there, so it isn't what we're looking for."
Su Ming stubbed out his cigarette, lowered his black-and-yellow mask, and slowly floated into the air. He was using Bruce Wayne's false appearance, so he was not worried at all about satellites or anything else identifying him.
"What do we do, then?" Wanda rubbed her temples and lifted herself into the air. "Even if you're certain Starbrand is in North America now, the population is so huge. How are we supposed to search?"
A soft chuckle came from beneath Deathstroke's mask, like the delighted laughter of a demon after stealing a mortal's soul in the night.
"If your magic had reached its peak, you could do this yourself. But for now, we just need to find someone who's good at finding people."
"No, that won't work. They'll kill me."
Wanda stared at the building before her and shook her head repeatedly. Even at night, the headlights of the occasional cars passing along the country road illuminated the bronze plaque beside the manor gate.
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Su Ming grabbed her by the collar and lightly leaped over the gate, landing before the manor's front door. With his free hand, he pressed the doorbell.
"Relax. Just because you're Magneto's daughter, Charles definitely won't hurt you. He used to be very close with your father. Besides, do you really think Professor X is the kind