The rats were intimately familiar with the sewers. This was their home. The main force quickly scattered and vanished into the darkness, leaving only the largest rats to continue leading the way.
They were actually quite good at their jobs. Whenever they reached an intersection or a marker, the big rats would pause and squeak a few times, like tour guides introducing the sights.
But Su Ming did not want Strangle in contact with the rats for too long, so he had already recalled the symbiote. As a result, the two sides were once again speaking past each other.
The rats did not seem to care, so Su Ming inferred that there was a Controller behind this rat swarm. That fellow probably spoke English. Otherwise, the rats would surely have regarded Strangle's tendrils as an important bridge for communication and would not have let them go so easily.
Deathstroke had carried out who knew how many operations in sewers, but this was the first time rats had led the way. The whole thing felt a little too much like a dark fairy tale.
The rats wound left and right through the underground, passed through checkpoints made from discarded trash, then left the sewers and entered tunnels dug by "mouse power." The group headed straight into the depths below.
Along the way, Su Ming saw more rats, large and small, all peering curiously through the darkness.
They might not have been as mindless as he had imagined. Su Ming saw some rats harvesting mushrooms from mud and rotting wood, while others gathered plump beetles from garbage pens like animal enclosures. That was probably their food.
With basic agriculture and animal husbandry, they were at least a tribal society.
That gave Su Ming an idea.
"Squeak, squeak."
The leading rat arrived beside