Deathstroke's reflection flickered across Alien Cyborg's smooth, twisted mask. He raised the cannon in his hand and aimed it at the Mercenary in the air once more.
But at that moment, the girl who had gotten out of the back seat tore the tape from her mouth and bowed to him.
"Sorry!"
The metal monster froze. Though his body was mechanical, his brain was clearly still human, and it was inevitably affected.
"It's okay."
He lowered his weapon. His long neck bobbed his head up and down, giving his response.
But he seemed to have forgotten that he was facing one of the strongest warriors in the entire multiverse. Forget the few seconds it took to say a few words—even the slightest distraction in battle could be fatal.
So almost at the same instant, Golden Light flashed, and Deathstroke had already retracted his weapon into his body.
Cyborg, who had just been politely exchanging words with Sin Eater, was immediately sliced neatly in half, followed by a violent explosion.
Half a head slid along the slick asphalt road to Deathstroke's feet, still faintly steaming. Su Ming stepped on it, picked it up, and toyed with it in his hand, giving the girl a thumbs-up in passing.
"Nicely done. Your ability is quite suitable for moments like this."
If they faced some powerful enemy in the future, wouldn't Sin Eater's constant apologies be equivalent to an infinitely long control skill?
"Wuwuwu..." But seeing a robot die right in front of her, and knowing he had truly died because of her, broke the girl emotionally. She whimpered like an injured little animal and timidly glanced at Deathstroke. "Sorry!"
After saying that, she lowered her head, and her personality switched again.
She was already mentally ill, and what Deathstroke had done was too