Jesus's instincts were right. This was aimed at him. Deathstroke had gone through so much trouble to find him precisely to fulfill Saint Killer's wish.
The man in black-and-yellow armor stepped aside from the doorway and tilted his head toward the dazed woman in the room, signaling for her to leave. An ordinary person had no need to witness what came next.
"I'm close with your chief, and this month's money has already been delivered. Next time you come to play, I'll give you a discount." The woman still wanted to prattle on, but Deathstroke drew his pistol with a backhanded motion. With a click, he chambered a round and looked at her again.
She screamed without a shred of The Queen's dignity and fled.
Only the man in the Dalmatian costume remained kneeling where he was. There was still some vomit in the dog bowl beside him, giving off a sour, rotten stench.
"Jesus? God?"
Su Ming called his name and shook his head with a smile. This universe really was twisted. What normal person would imagine God looking like this?
"It seems you came for me, young man." The man inside the costume spoke in a gloomy voice. He rose to his feet as intense white light radiated from his body. "How strange. I've never seen you before. You seem to have nothing to do with this world."
"Heh, so your omniscience isn't working, huh?" Su Ming crooked a finger toward the corridor behind him, signaling for the people there to come in. "Why didn't you just stay in Heaven and enjoy yourself? What was the point of coming down here and insisting on destroying the world?"
God removed the dog mask, revealing a kind and holy face. He looked white-haired yet youthful and full of energy, though