Thanks to Strangle's hard work, although the studio conditions were rather crude, supplies were scarce, and zombies kept harassing them outside, they had ultimately managed to arrange a beautiful venue worthy of a wedding.
Though the groom was a gorilla wearing a green plaid tweed suit, which was a little strange, no one had ever said a wedding venue couldn't be green.
The Adjutant had teleported over a synthezoid wearing a wedding dress. The low-grade synthezoids made on Contraxia had originally been pleasure dolls for entertaining customers—flight attendant uniforms, sailor school uniforms, primitive Beast Hide skirts, all kinds of outfits were available there.
The only thing they didn't have was a small suit for a gorilla. Laurie had been assigned to do Bobo's makeup, but there was not much to work with in the first place. In the end, she could only comb the black fur atop his head into a side part and paint two red cheeks on him, calling it done.
"Can this really lure Golden Eagle here? Hawkman and Hawkgirl of Earth-12 are both dead. They should still be reincarnating now. Golden Eagle ought to know that."
Bobo tugged uncomfortably at the hem of his clothes. Playing the groom was no problem, but why was that synthezoid licking her lips at him? What the hell had Deathstroke silently arranged this time?
"It's precisely because it looks wrong that it can lure in the target. First, step outside logic, then make the madman step outside logic as well, and defeat him on the level of reality."
Su Ming, who had conjured himself a suit, had actually done nothing. The synthezoid was simply following her factory default settings. She considered Bobo this time's 'customer,' so she ran her seduction program. That was all. Deathstroke ignored the fake bride and