"This is kind of awkward. Like being so broke you go to the supermarket at seven in the evening to buy discounted vegetables, only to run into your first love, who happens to own the supermarket."
Wade turned his head to one side and explained this to the air.
In truth, he would never feel awkward. He never felt embarrassed, no matter the situation.
If he ever showed emotions like shame or shyness, then it was definitely an act. No question about it.
Sure enough, he soon let out a snickering laugh, released the bug flesh he had been gripping, and let the gases inside the monstrous insect blow him out through its wound.
Su Ming caught him and held him in one hand.
"This bug is soft and cold. I have a bold idea."
One of Wade's hands made a grabbing motion, as though he were squeezing an invisible ball.
But Cousin gave him no chance to think. Strangle emerged from his host's shoulder and formed a massive black fist, smashing the still-entangling bug apart with a single punch. It exploded into fragments and slime that filled the air.
Deathstroke held his cousin in front of him, and all kinds of bug debris splattered across Wade's face, trickling down in sticky streams.
"Still thinking about it?"
Su Ming asked as he moved.
An endless stream of flying bugs was approaching in the distance. The second wave of attacks had arrived as well, the dense beams spewing from their mouths raining down over the spot where the two had stood a second earlier.
Wade tilted his head, then shook it. "Forget it. I don't like them too wet. We should just kill these bugs."
Only then did Deathstroke ignite his Cosmic Energy. Seven-colored radiance burst from his body, shooting straight