"Ah!!! Who the hell was it?!!"
Vulcan was like a blazing fireball, flying wildly back and forth across the planet, smashing every screen he saw, whether it was playing Deathbird's movie or not.
But how could anyone possibly answer him?
Deathstroke's plan might have been seen through by someone on Batwoman or Zha Kang's level, but some people simply did not possess that level of intelligence.
What Vulcan was displaying now was called impotent rage. Perhaps it was precisely because he could not find the Black Hand that he was even angrier.
Cyclops wanted to stop him, but he could not fly and could not keep up with his brother's Idein. He could only wait silently in the palace for Gabriel to finish venting.
But Deathstroke had anticipated all of this. The time he had arranged with Gladiator was half an hour; he had no intention of giving Vulcan a chance to cool down.
Human emotions often had a duration. Feelings such as being moved, ashamed, or surprised tended to last only a short while.
For example, when a girl faced an extremely romantic confession, she might first be deeply touched, then immediately refuse. That showed just how brief the shelf life of being moved was.
No normal person stayed surprised all day, jumping at every little thing from morning to night. That would be "dissociative conversion disorder," and they would need to be sent to Arkham to recuperate.
By comparison, most negative emotions lasted far longer—hatred, disgust, numbness, and so on. Hatred was the most enduring of them all, capable of lingering for decades without fading.
Anger was often connected to hatred. Even if someone calmed down for the moment, once certain "keywords" or "key figures" triggered the hatred mechanism in their memories, the flames of rage would reignite.