"Looks like everyone got a good rest and mostly dried themselves off. We should get moving." Deathstroke stubbed out his cigarette and rolled his shoulders. "Though we've had a few little tails following us, they don't get to watch the next part."
The ruined camp buildings leaked wind everywhere—the kind of stinking wind that came from the rainforest, so damp it felt almost viscous.
"Ooh, are we killing them? Tearing out their guts and hanging them with them? There are so many trees here. It's perfect for hanging people." Harley blinked, looking eager to get started.
"No need. Little mice trailing behind a cheese cart will always exist. Kill one, and there'll be another. You can't kill everyone driven by profit." Su Ming shook his head and led the group out of the small building toward the center of the camp. "As long as they don't get in my way, I don't mind other mercenaries tagging along behind me to lap up some scraps."
As he spoke, his gaze swept toward several points deep in the rainforest, as though he could see something through the dense foliage.
Only the rustling of leaves echoed through the silent rainforest. Green mist filled the woods, as though nothing else existed there.
Harley tossed aside her jelly wrapper, rubbed her cheek, and sighed. "Fine. It's just a shame. I came up with a new joke about hanging people and flying on planes."
"You can save that joke for Batwoman's birthday dinner. She loves flying on planes." Su Ming smiled and patted her head reassuringly, then crooked a finger to summon Zero Three and the others closer. "Adjutant, teleport us to Princess Leia."
An hourglass-shaped passage formed from glowing spider webs appeared out of thin air and dropped over the group. They vanished in an