Half an hour later, in the Dreaming.
"What a humanitarian disaster." Bobo squatted on Deathstroke's shoulder, looking deeply compassionate as he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "There isn't another living creature in the city besides us, yet I haven't seen a single corpse. Is this the 'Schrödinger's Murder' you once mentioned to Barry?"
As long as no one went inside to look, the Faceless Men residents in all those buildings remained in an "Undetermined State." No one knew whether they were dead or alive.
"Less than fifty thousand. It took a little time." Su Ming shrugged as Strangle, whitened by blood, cleaned itself before slowly retracting into its host. "Step one is complete. Next, I'll deal with the rift's monster-spawning problem. Once that's arranged, I can check on Lucien's progress. Hopefully, he knows what's good for him."
With that, he removed Cloak from his back and turned it into a flying carpet, letting the chimp and the doctor climb aboard.
The female doctor had not made a move the whole way. She merely stroked her lower abdomen, looking lost in thought.
She had learned two things. First, the man in the black-and-yellow armor was terrifyingly powerful. Second, compared to his combat ability, his dark tactics were even more dangerous.
The Faceless Men had originally been scattered throughout the city, working everywhere. It would not have been easy to catch them all in one net, but Deathstroke had done just one thing to draw them back.
It was simple. He had secretly started fires all over the city.
Deathstroke told her and the chimp that when a group entered unfamiliar territory, the Lijun Effect would make them unite and help one another like ants to deal with the threats posed by an unknown environment.
That was the current situation. If