It was another night. Deathstroke, who hardly needed sleep, left Men in Black headquarters and came to the lake in New York's Central Park to watch others row boats.
Why would anyone come rowing after dark? The answer was not hard to understand—those in the boats were often not couples, but Drug Dealers and addicts making deals.
The neighborhoods around Central Park were relatively wealthy, which had fostered quite a few In-Betweener dealers who sold drugs to support their own habits. They got their supply from higher-ups in more chaotic districts, then used the cover of night to distribute it in Central Park.
At first, they simply sat on the backs of benches waiting for whoever they were meeting. But as police crackdowns intensified, the transaction sites moved onto swan pedal boats.
The New York City police did not have a water division. Even if they were caught, they could casually toss their little bags of drugs into the lake and walk away without consequences.
Su Ming had originally thought only 40K Earth was like this. He had not expected the Men in Black Universe to be the same, and it gave him an odd sense of familiarity.
And wasn't there something darkly humorous about watching those Drug Dealers hurry back and forth in white swan-shaped pedal boats?
"Deathstroke."
At that moment, a call in standard London English came from behind him. Footsteps slowly approached, moving close alongside the bushes.
The evening breeze drifted past, carrying the dampness from the lakeshore into his face. Su Ming did not turn around. He merely calmly took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and lit it.
"I've been waiting for you."
"Heh, worthy of being the person I chose. I've been thinking for days, but I truly couldn't figure out how