Deathstroke was resting.
Aside from Earth-40K, there were ninety-six Earths left. If they were paired off for collisions, one would still remain after five rounds.
That would not do.
But there were still too many Earths now, and too many things were beyond control. There was no rush to adjust the numbers yet.
"Why are there so many fewer people?" Egghead's Life-Model Decoy walked up to Deathstroke again and asked with a grim expression. His black trench coat looked like a dark cloud.
"Don't ask me. My role is only that of a consultant." Deathstroke leaned against the command platform railing on the bridge with a cigarette in his mouth, watching his teammates. "I provide the necessary intelligence and help you destroy Earth after Earth, but that doesn't mean I have to manage everything."
"We have an agreement." Fury lowered his voice, his pupil shifting beneath his eyelid in his single eye.
Su Ming smiled, tossed Fury a cigarette, then turned to look at the night beyond the window. Ultron's Android Heroes could still be seen flying about outside. He worked his jaw.
"You're right. But do you really think I don't know what you've been doing in secret?"
Fury's expression did not change. He merely turned around without drawing attention to it and stood shoulder to shoulder with Deathstroke as they looked out through the viewport.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Playing dumb won't work, Nick. In my world, there's another you. He and I have been old friends for seventy years." Su Ming took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes. "All I need to do is imagine what he would do if he were in your position, add in a few methods with no bottom line,