Amid a vast expanse of ice and snow stood a small underground hole—or rather, a shack piled together from the ruins of a city.
A faint wisp of heat drifted out from its entrance. Su Ming and the others were inside, gathered around a campfire as they waited.
It was no longer possible to determine this world's exact designation, but it was likely something like The Day After Tomorrow. The ruins of New York where they currently stood had become exhibits buried beneath the ice and snow, with no other life remaining.
The temperature was not actually that low, probably around minus thirty degrees Celsius. Logically speaking, something should have survived.
It should not have ended up like this. Even if they asked Little Wong, he would say there was definitely something suspicious about it.
But whatever had happened here in the past had nothing to do with their current objective.
When Jessica Drew woke up, Deathstroke, sitting in the darkness, poked at the fire with Godslayer and got straight to the point.
"Now that we've arrived in another Parallel Universe, there's no Nick Fury here. You don't need to keep putting on an act."
The woman sat up, rubbing the back of her head as she scooted closer to the fire. "How do you prove that?"
"No proof. You can judge for yourself." Su Ming raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his face. "The Inheritors are hunting every Spider Totem in the multiverse now. Every Spider-Man is in danger, and your Spider-Sense must be ringing nonstop, right? I want to make a deal with you. Cooperate with my plan, and I'll guarantee your safety."
Agents were pragmatic people. What they feared most was kindness without reason; they were far more receptive to deals and conditions.
Jessica was like