"Looks like World War III won't be happening after all."
Through Sepulk's communications relay, Su Ming chatted and laughed with Old Zheng. He held a branch with a marshmallow on it, roasting it over the campfire.
"But we still can't relax completely. Not until I drag that bug out."
"As expected of the Sorcerer Supreme. This old brother of yours is truly ashamed of himself, haha. The power of public opinion warfare is a little terrifying in your hands. I just saw the news—many cities across the United States have already erupted in late-night marches, demanding that every politician get a blood test?"
Zheng Xian sounded quite pleased, as though he had spotted a joke and could not wait to share it.
"They've got nothing better to do. You know what the United States is like. If protests worked, that country would've collapsed long ago." Su Ming pulled back the marshmallow and pinched it with his fingers. Its slightly browned, bubbling surface showed it had been roasted perfectly. Then he fed it to Strangle.
Little Black Beans' mouthful of sharp teeth bit down in one gulp, and its crescent eyes happily narrowed into slits.
It liked sweets. They were not very nutritious, but they were waiting for news anyway, so it was something to do.
Wade stood nearby with his own index finger in his mouth, watching Cousin feed the Symbiote with longing in his eyes. The sight of such harmonious human-pet interaction was simply too heartwarming. He wanted a Symbiote more and more, and had even thought of names for his and the Symbiote's children.
Daisy and Wanda were off to the side discussing girl talk, celebrating the world's escape from a major war.
It was just a little regrettable that no one knew what Deathstroke had done for