New York's sewers were still the same as ever. After all these years, both the stench inside and that eerie atmosphere remained the original recipe.
Su Ming had no idea why the wastewater flowing beside them was green, but when he saw a rat get drenched in it and writhe as eight legs sprouted from its body, he felt there was no need to investigate such matters.
All three of them were floating in midair, supported by the Cloak of Levitation, and would not be affected by what lay below. He could only hope Peter and the others who had left earlier had the sense to do the same.
"Why do we have to take the sewers?" Deadpool lay on the Cloak of Levitation, holding up a flashlight as he read a magazine. He quickly flipped to a page with women in swimsuits. "With your abilities, couldn't we just fly over from the sky?"
"Then we'd be completely bogged down by endless minions, just like those people in the sky right now. Even if you could crush a bug with one finger, would you be willing to lift that finger a million times in a short span?"
Su Ming used the simplest analogy to explain why they were doing this. The sewers had not yet been invaded by the Zerg, so naturally they had to make good use of that tactical advantage.
Being in the shadows during a battle meant having the chance to strike first. He did not want to waste that chance on minor enemies.
Jessica still had those strange dances by the Black people replaying endlessly in her mind, with that cheerful music echoing in her ears. She had no real idea where they were going or how they would get there. She simply followed Deathstroke.
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