They hadn't paid attention to those two for a while, and Daredevil and Elektra had gotten to know each other?
Come to think of it, this female assassin was a lot like her colleague Gamora. Kingpin had clearly paid the Hand to send ninja assassins after Daredevil, so why had this little leader who was leading the team suddenly switched sides?
Did she have any professional ethics? Any Contract Spirit?
Sigh.
"Wait, don't kill them." Daisy hurriedly grabbed Deathstroke's arm and pleaded for the two people on the ground. "It's just a misunderstanding. I've seen them on the news before. They're vigilantes, good people."
"Good people die too." Godslayer transformed into a pair of Gardener's shears, making sharp snipping sounds under Deathstroke's control.
Daisy shook her head. Her horizons were much broader now. "They're so weak, and they're both Earthlings. They're no threat to us at all. Let them go."
"But look at them. After I knocked them down, they were still holding hands. They were practically about to hug and kiss goodbye. I hate it when people flaunt their affection in front of me." Deathstroke stopped walking, seemingly intending to discuss murder with the girl first. "He attacked us first. I have to make you understand the universal truth that those who flaunt their love die fast."
"I understand already. There's no need for a demonstration."
Daisy repeatedly shook her head. She had a particularly simple set of values: good people should not die.
The wavering flames behind them cast Deathstroke's long black shadow over the faces of the two people on the ground. Faint cries for help came from the ruins of the collapsed residences, and everything seemed to grow quiet.
Su Ming also spotted two police officers peeking around the corner in the distance. They seemed too