Old man Reed was a true Superhero. He would not shrink from hardship, and he would bravely shoulder the heaviest burden.
So asking had been pointless. Of course, he chose to deal with his zombie counterpart himself, leaving Captain America, who was easier to handle and could only use the Fifty-Fifty Technique, to Deathstroke.
Su Ming did not mind. This suited his desire to keep a low profile, so he gave the people behind him a few instructions:
"The Ultimates can pick your own opponents. Just be careful not to get scratched or bitten. Tony?"
"I know. I've already detected Nanomachines carrying the virus. I'm deploying an EMP Storm via satellite now. Our communications may be affected during that time."
The old Iron Man's voice came through the walkie-talkie. Tony in the group thought he was being addressed and was about to answer, only to realize that he was apparently useless.
"Loki?" Deathstroke nodded toward the sorceress beside him.
"I understand. Magical protection, right?" The God of Mischief, whose mind was still full of the female Thor's face, sighed and began forming hand seals. "Actually, you could try sprinkling salt."
"Cut the nonsense. Want to test it with your lives?"
Su Ming jumped off the flying carpet and crashed down in a Terminator-like pose. As he advanced, the lightsaber in his hand twisted into a shield. He crooked a finger at the Zombie Captain with no skullcap.
"Come on, No Brain. No Happiness doesn't want to play with you, so come eat my meal instead."
The Zombie Captain pulled his legs out of the ground and steadied himself beside the two trenches. Pus ran down his rotting face as he bared his yellow teeth and roared at Deathstroke.
"What meal?!"
Just like that, hearing there was food affected him somewhat.