Arlington National Cemetery had 220,000 burial plots, but fortunately, more than half a month had passed since the Black Lantern Crisis erupted. So although most of the graves below had produced undead, there were not many Lantern Zombies still wandering the cemetery.
Those who had died relatively recently and could still sense surviving relatives had all left to eat flesh.
Many of those who remained had been dead for eighty or a hundred years, with nowhere to go and no living friends or family.
After alien Lobo swooped down, he began slaughtering everything in sight. As a fellow Mercenary, he was far more efficient than Little Cousin at clearing minions, and there was no need to worry about infection.
Ordinary Lantern Zombies were nothing more than targets for Lobo's profanity.
Not only was the guy strong, but he also had a loud voice. Even from several hundred meters up, Su Ming could hear him laughing and cursing. He casually tossed out all sorts of obscure slang insults.
As expected of an alien—using a London, Britain accent, he was even better at English than Americans themselves. Some of the words were so filthy that even Su Ming could not understand them and had to rely on Bobo to translate.
But that was merely a side matter. The real task was to search the remaining tens of thousands of living corpses for traces of the First Dove. Of course, it would also be fine if they drew out someone from the Black Lantern Justice League. Drawing out Mocun or the Emperor would be even better.
Dove's uniform was actually quite conspicuous. That white-and-light-blue outfit was like a natural target.
"Is that George Washington?"
Su Ming, hovering above with a cigarette in his mouth, pointed at a bald man below. The fellow was