Mister Fantastic Reed now looked like a troublemaker.
Though he was a genius in scientific research, far more capable than his father Nathaniel, he was too unstable.
Su Ming had been keeping an eye on him in secret.
According to intelligence from his previous life, the Reeds in universes like 1610 and 616 were all shit-stirrers. The sooner they were killed, the better. But information from Parallel Universes could not simply be applied to his own 40K Earth. That much was certain.
Deathstroke would not discriminate against someone in this world because of what their Otherworld Variant had done. After all, Reed was a top-tier scientist who could contribute to the advancement of human civilization.
But after what happened today, Deathstroke might have laughed and chatted with his friends on the surface, but privately, he had begun considering a few things.
40K's Reed was just as restless as those guys from Parallel Worlds, perhaps even crazier. He had started out by causing an incident like a spatial anomaly. Wouldn't he be trying to screw the sun in the future?
He had to make a move. Not openly, or Nathaniel would be impossible to explain things to. This had to be done discreetly and quietly.
Fortunately, Deathstroke always had plans. plan A was passing off fish eyes as pearls, Plan B was killing with a borrowed knife, and Plan C was diverting disaster elsewhere. There were more than twenty plans in total; one of them would surely suit him, and nearly all of them required Doctor Doom to lend a little help.
Of course, this was not yet terribly urgent. For now, he needed to deal with the trouble Reed had caused.
Reed, standing amid the ruins, had regained his senses. Looking at the wreckage around him, he scratched his head,