"Lobo, you've been running around outside all this time. Tell me, what's the situation on Earth now?"
As he asked, Deathstroke looked toward the other mercenary sitting cross-legged in the corner.
The broad, gray-skinned man held a dolphin magazine in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other, looking completely at ease.
Hearing his employer's question, he licked his finger and turned a page. "The whole Earth smells like dog shit. Looks like the damn place has completely gone rotten. But it's like a prostitute covered in bugs—compared to the dozens of STDs she already had, bugs that can fuck people are just a minor problem."
"He's right." Bobo rolled his eyes and spread his hands helplessly.
Lobo's language was filthy, his mouth worse than Gotham's sewers, but he was an honest man. Everything he said was the truth.
Compared to crises that wanted to destroy the Multiverse, Blackest Night actually had a solution. That solution was the Entity of Life, Earth's own will.
"What about space? Thanagar, Oa, for example?" Su Ming neither agreed nor disagreed, merely pressing on.
"I've only got one pair of eyes. It's not like I'm some damn busybody who knows exactly what's happening in everyone's hometown. But when I rode past and took a quick look, those planets were all surrounded by Black Light. They're probably about to be fucking finished."
Lobo raised the magazine before his red eyes and studied it carefully, as though the picture of dolphins frolicking in the water held some hidden secret.
"So the aliens' home planets got unlucky before Earth did?" Harley draped herself bonelessly over Little Dai's back, though she held her ice cream steadily. "At least Earth isn't totally black yet, right? Probably?"
Su Ming thought for a moment, slowly rolling the cigarette butt