Leaving aside the 'Ant-Man Legacy' trial that had begun in the morning, and whatever Pym was up to by asking Scott to steal something from Pym Tower, Deathstroke and Jessica had arrived at Times Square on the other side of the city.
The situation here was not much better, and Jessica now knew what the dark red marks on the streets she had seen from the air earlier were.
They were sticky, half-dried bloodstains. Standing in a place like this, every gust of wind brought a bloody stench that made her nauseous.
"All right, come take a look at this store." Su Ming smiled and withdrew Cloak. "What brands do you usually like? Let's get you a pair of shoes."
There were still countless bugs overhead, their wings buzzing without pause. But after the journey here, Jessica had learned to ignore them, because they simply could not get through Deathstroke's line of fire.
"Just taking things from the store? That's illegal, isn't it?" She bit the corner of her lip, looking hesitant.
"At a time like this, the law isn't as useful as a pair of shoes." Su Ming pointed at her feet and led the way toward a boutique. "You definitely don't want to injure your feet while running from bugs, then die of lockjaw or sepsis because there's no medicine. Honestly, everyone else has already started playing Doomsday Survival. Why haven't you gotten into the mindset yet?"
Jessica blinked her big eyes, her small face full of helplessness.
Could she say that she simply did not want to play?
She did not think this was some apocalypse where humanity would go extinct. Deathstroke was human, yet he was not panicking in the slightest. He could even take her shopping.
The logic was obvious. Deathstroke did not take this