Before seeing the first crime scene, Su Ming did not rush to give an answer. He merely followed Strangle's guidance and drifted toward where the stench of blood was strongest.
The corridors were filled with Cold War-era style, with typical American propaganda posters and slogans hanging on the walls, all fairly well preserved.
Olive-green wainscoting and pale yellow walls. He did not know who had handled the decor, but he could be sure that person knew nothing about aesthetics.
The underground laboratory—or rather, factory—had a simple layout. It consisted of four sections: the cultivation area, laboratory area, residential area, and military logistics area.
Their underground arrangement resembled a four-leaf clover, while the ventilation shaft the three had entered through was like the stem at its center.
"I take back what I said earlier. This place doesn't look like Indian Hill. It looks more like Umbrella's Hive base." Su Ming carried his weapon as he traveled, offering commentary like a tourist.
"What is Umbrella, meow?" Professor Xu had gradually gotten used to Deathstroke frequently saying things she did not understand.
Umbrella did not exist on Earth-40K, and there was no point explaining the reference, so Su Ming brushed it off. "You'll know what Umbrella is once my game is finished next time."
"I'm curious, Master Su. Why are you, as the Sorcerer Supreme, still so enthusiastic about involving yourself in ordinary people's lives?"
The cat mask formed an adorable expression.
"Aren't you the same? You're clearly a Great Mage, yet you still teach ordinary students at a university." Deathstroke shrugged. Their motives were actually similar, so there was no need to say much. Smart people understood what needed to be understood.
Sure enough, Professor Xu stopped asking. She swayed as she floated along and asked Leonid another question.
"Mage Tesla, your