Su Ming shrugged at Daisy. He had expected this all along. No matter what, in this dark country, disobedience itself was a crime punishable by death.
Although Hyperion was hot-tempered and preferred fighting to thinking, they were still qualified Vigilantes.
Whenever they encountered drug trafficking, human trafficking, theft, robbery, and the like, they would always step in.
And by doing so, they might have offended the bosses behind those operations—some politician or general. Over time, they had probably offended the entire government.
Normally, Squadron Supreme was powerful enough that their enemies only dared to fume in silence. But now that several of their strongest members had been taken down by an unfamiliar Black and Yellow Armored Figure, wasn't this the perfect opportunity?
They could send a representative to buy the captives from The Stranger, then use them for experiments or kill them outright. Either option was quite good.
So this fat man had come, and his opening offer was the governorship of New York State.
Of course, the logic made sense, except...
Su Ming neither agreed nor disagreed. He smoked quietly and slowly exhaled a cloud of bluish smoke. The strong winds of Heaven made the cigarette ember flicker brightly. Resting a hand on the railing, he rolled his neck and said:
"The wind is rather noisy today."
The fat general seemed not to understand the meaning. Holding up his pants, he started walking over, but Deathstroke fired without even turning his head. The bullet struck the ground before the man's toe and ricocheted off in some unknown direction.
The shallow crater in the ground also showed that he was not particularly welcome.
The fat man froze at first, then his face showed the strain of suppressing his anger. But the next second, he smiled again. "If you're not satisfied